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dandelionfairyyy · 1 year ago

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Messy G. G.

Summary: just two lost souls finally finding peace in each others company

Pairing: Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x fem!reader

Wordcount: 7,193 (I’m sorry 😭)

Triggerwaning: 16+ because of slight mention of: blood, torture, GSWs, panic attacks, use of drugs, underweight, mental struggle, trauma and death as well as explicit described sexual acts and possible incorrect description of certain things/feelings and possible writing mistakes

A/N: this piece turned out longer than I expected but I hope you still like it. And as a disclaimer or something: just to make it clear, I didn’t experienced any of this so I apologize for incorrect descriptions.

Red-stained water flows from your hands as you look at yourself in the mirror. Your face bears more stains and you have to close your eyes for a moment and breathe deeply to push back the memory as you continue to wash the red from your skin.

It's like dejà vu. Every time you clean up after painting, you feel transported back to the night three months ago.

There was red everywhere, as if one of your colours had tipped over, but your Ma had been clear when she had forbidden you to paint in the living room. And you had kept to it.

Your gaze wandered through the room of chaos and your breath was taken away when you spotted someone.

"Dad!"

You go down on your knees in front of him, pressing your hands on the gunshot wound in his chest from which blood was still running. Tears now ran down your cheeks as you remembered your mum and siblings.

"Where's Ma? And Olivia? And Wesley? Dad!"

Your dad made a strained groan and mumbled something. You moved your ear closer to his mouth and heard, "They took her... They wanted... Documents... Ma doesn't know anything about it... Bank... 273B..." You couldn't make sense of it, to you it all sounded like the confused ramblings of a dying man, but soon you realised that he was actually serious.

Agitated, you wash the red colour and salty tears from your cheeks. Your hands clench around the ceramics of your sink in an attempt to push back the panic attack.

They cannot hurt you. They cannot hurt you.

They know nothing about you...

With shaky hands, you open the small medicine compartment next to the mirror.

Shit!

You had smoked the last one the day before yesterday... frustrated, you slam the door again and grab your fanny pack with your money before heading to your new friend Johnny. The shivering slowly subsides. The cold winter air seems to help.

"Hey Sugar," he greets you with his typical flirty smirk.

"Quit it. I'm not in the mood. I need another five...'

Johnny looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "When we met you didn't want to know anything about the drugs and now you're one of my most loyal customers? What the hell happened to you?"

"Let's not talk about it," you suggest and take a few dollar notes out of your pocket.

Johnny presses the little bag into your hand and takes the money from you. "Hey, if you ever need something stronger, let me know."

"Don't give me any ideas."

Johnny playfully raises his hands defensively. "Just an offer." He looks at you again with concern. You've known each other for a few years now, travelled in the same circles and he's taken you to his heart. But you've only really had closer contact since the incident. That's why he was worried about you now. You hadn't told him what happened, you'd just asked him three months ago for something to quiet the mind and let you sleep. "Sugar, there's a party at one of my boys' on Friday night. Do you want to come?"

"I'll think about it." With those words, you turn around and make your way back to your little flat. Your flat... It belonged to your parents. It was bought as an investment at the time. Along with two others. For you and your siblings, should you want to move out. Now you have three flats and a house, as well as a flourishing family business worth millions, and you don't know what to do with it. And that's just what you know.

When you check the letterbox, there is another letter from your family's lawyer. You know what it says. That you should accept or reject the inheritance listed. That you have to take care of so many things you never wanted to worry about...

Closing the flat door with one foot, you make your way to the couch.

It doesn't take long and you have your "medicine" in stock again and you reach for the lighter on the small table.

The herbal taste spreads through your mouth after the first hit. After the third, you finally start to feel the marijuana. The comforting blanket wraps around your thoughts and they finally quiet down. The traumatic images from three months ago blur into a simple mist in your mind and you breathe a sigh of relief.

Knowing that hunger will soon set in, you make your way to the kitchen with the joint between your lips and take a look in the fridge.

Margarita, your parents' housekeeper, who is now looking after you, has put something in the fridge for you. Reading the little message lying next to it, you start to heat it up in the pan.

Because I know you won't cook anything anyway, I took the liberty of preparing something for you. You really should eat more, child.

You smirk.

Margarita has been working for your family for more than twenty years, taking care of the household and you and your siblings as children. Now there is only you left for her to take care of. You take another drag and these thoughts also fall completely silent.

Instead, you focus on the food.

Margarita's food was always incredible, but with the effect of the marijuana it is even better. Smiling contentedly, you eat in complete silence before fatigue sets in soon after.

Yawning, you plod barefoot from the kitchen back to the couch.

Next to the pillow lies the little sheep that you have had as a cuddly toy since birth. If someone asked you, you would deny that you still sleep with a cuddly toy, but since what happened three months ago, the little sheep has given you comfort when no one else could.

You lovingly hug the fluffy thing to you and finally close your eyes to fall asleep shortly afterwards.

Your flat actually consists of three rooms. A bedroom, a study and a living room.

But two of the three rooms are empty. The walls are bare and there is not a single piece of furniture in them. Only in the living room is a couch where you sleep and a table next to it. Otherwise, the boxes that Margarita packed for you from the house are standing around. You haven't even opened most of them. Everything in them reminds you of something that is no longer there.

Friday morning you finally stand in front of the mirror and look at yourself. You have lost a lot of weight after the incident, but thanks to Margarita, who forced you to eat more in the beginning, your clothes start to fit again.

You no longer wear your belts in the last hole, your T-shirts no longer hang down like sacks. Your hair looks fuller and healthier again.

Maybe you should make a change?

After a moment's thought, you call Margarita. And only thirty minutes later she is standing in front of your flat with hair dye.

"Are you sure, dear?" she asks in her Russian accent for the third time and lowers the scissors again. "Your beautiful hair..." When you were little, she made you pigtails every morning. Sometimes one, sometimes two. Sometimes braided, sometimes not. And every day she admired your full and soft hair.

By now you can do most of the braids on your own. But in the last few months you have neglected yourself. This is also noticeable in your hair.

"Yes, Margarita. I'm sure of it. And don't worry. It will grow back anyway..." you reply with a grin and watch as she takes a strand of your hair, applies the scissors and squints. You hear the sound of the scissors cutting through your hair. There is no turning back now.

Three hours later, you're standing in front of the mirror again and looking at your new hairstyle.

The dark brown has turned into a light blonde and your hair is much shorter. Before it almost reached your bottom, now it doesn't even reach your shoulder. The end just hovers over it. You didn't know how heavy hair can actually be.

"Wow...", you say and run your fingers through your new hair. You part your hair in the middle, make a side parting, and finally bites your lower lip with an admiring smile.

"You look great, love," she confirms to you and as you turn to thank her, she sees for the first time the glow in your eyes again for three months.

She hopes so much that you will slowly get back on your feet. You are like a daughter to her. She has watched you grow up and looked after you when your parents were busy again. So it hurts her heart every time to see you the way you are. You are lost. Lost in a world where you don't belong, where you never wanted to belong.

How she would love to take this burden off your shoulders, but she could not. All she can do is stand by your side and help when it is needed. But first you have to find your footing again.

After another look in the mirror, you decide to go to that party Johnny invited you to. While Margarita tidies up the flat again, you carelessly go through the boxes of expensive clothes.

Finally, you're back in front of the mirror in a pair of ripped jeans and a crop top. You look at yourself with a smile.

"You look like an angel," Margarita says as she leans against the doorframe, watching you.

You would not describe yourself as an angel, but as beautiful.

It has been a long time since you felt yourself to be beautiful. You see in the eyes of your old friend and housekeeper the hope that you wanted to feel so much. You no longer want to be this wreck, this shadow of yourself. But you are now in this new world where you never wanted to belong. And you don't know how to find your footing in it.

Shaking your head, you push the thoughts aside and thank Margarita again with a kiss on the cheek. You still ask her for one last favour, because you have to get to the party somehow.

"Sugar, what a surprise. I didn't expect to see you." "Well, if you want, I can leave again..." you joke.

Johnny smiles and grabs your hand to pull you into the house and his arms. "You look hot by the way", he whispers in your ear and places a kiss on your temple.

"Whatever," you dismiss the compliment with a little laugh and let yourself join the group of other partygoers.

"Hey guys, this is Y/N," Johnny introduces you and drops onto one of the couches. He pulls you with him onto his lap.

"You wish, Johnny. Keep your hands off. I am your customer, not your girlfriend, Sugar." You emphasise the pet name, which he always uses for you, especially.

"Worth a try, isn't it?"

You let your gaze wander around the room. Apart from Johnny, there are four other men sitting in the room. spread out the couches. "You call this a party? Or is this just the warm-up round?" you finally ask.

"I didn't know if you'd really come and how much of a party animal you are." Had he really done that just for you?

"Since when do you care how I am?" you ask him, poking him in the side.

"Some people I just like to take care of.

You look at him with raised eyebrows and don't respond further to his comment. Instead you say, "You didn't answer my question?"

"Hey Timothy, send out a message that there's a party here at short notice," Johnny gives to one of the other guests.

"You got it, boss."

"You'll have your party in an hour," Johnny promises and you smile. He leans forward a little and finally presses his lips to yours. You allow it for a few seconds before you release and place a finger on his lips, shaking your head.

"Nice try." You turn away from him and disappear into the bathroom.

A few deep breaths, a little water over your forearms and you're all better.

When you come back, you don't sit down next to Johnny again, but on the sofa opposite him. You need some space between you and him.

You like Johnny, he's a good friend, you can count on him, but he wants something from you. He makes no secret of it, but he doesn't understand that you don't want anything from him.

Now you are sitting next to a lanky young man, about your age, maybe a little older. With your back against the armrest, you casually put your legs diagonally across his, eliciting an overwhelmed "oh... okay" from him before you say, "Johnny didn't introduce us. I'm Y/N." You reach out your hand to him.

He takes it and introduces himself as "Mouse". You look at him in amazement. "Mouse?"

"Actually it's Greg, Mouse is a ridiculous nickname, but I've come to terms with it. Nice to meet you, Y/N."

"Nice to meet you too."

As Johnny promised, less than an hour later there was a party going on in the house. Music booms muffled from the big room into the smaller one where you are still sitting on the couch with Mouse. He's thawed out enough by now that he had his hands on your thighs to keep your legs from sliding down.

You feel Johnny's jealous gaze on you, but try to ignore it as much as possible.

"Hey Mouse. Are you also part of Johnny's business?" you finally ask curiously. To be honest, he doesn't really look like a dealer, more like a customer.

"I would rather say business partner.”

You look at him curiously.

"He introduces me to people who I then work for. I'm a computer crack."

"Oh. That's cool. I don't have anything to do with it. I'm totally incompetent at it. My talents lie elsewhere."

"It's not that hard. What do you do?"

"Y/N has divine hands...", Johnny comments and one of the men laughs quietly in the background.

"You bet," you hear and roll your eyes. Thanks to a former girlfriend, you now have that reputation gone...

"So I'm an artist," you clarify. "Johnny also introduces me to people I work for. I've painted one or two forgeries of famous works of art. There's even one hanging in the museum here in Chicago." You wink at him with a proud grin. "But most of the works are my own."

"Are you selling them?"

"Some. I was organising an exhibition where I could sell the works. Sort of a silent auction." You shrug your shoulders as if to dismiss the subject.

"What happened to that?"

"Something's come up," you dodge the question and instead reach for his beer bottle to take a sip of it.

As soon as the tingling liquid hits your taste buds, you contort your face.

"Yuck. How can you drink that. That's super disgusting."

Mouse laughs and takes the bottle from you again to drink a sip from it himself.

For the rest of the evening you talk about different things. It feels easy with him, like you can finally be you again. As if you had found an anchor to swim back to the surface. But you push back the budding sense of security. People come and go all the time. You've had to learn that the hard way. And they always want something from you.

"Hey, what's with the sad face all of a sudden?" asks Mouse in a soft voice, lifting your head with his index finger under your chin until you look at him. You have the feeling that he is really interested in your answer. It has been a long time since a person was really interested in you. So far, they've all wanted something from you in return. To buy something, to borrow money, to introduce someone to them, to sleep with them. But Mouse seems to be interested in you and you alone.

Tears come to your eyes and you have to take a deep breath. You put your head back and have to blink a few times until you can control yourself again.

"Do you know when the bad thoughts get too loud? And you don't know where you are, what's real and what's imaginary? What exactly is your mind playing you now and what is really there?"

"That pretty much sums up what I went through some time ago."

The tears were back and burning in your eyes, threatening to run down your cheeks.

"Have you figured out how to get rid of it?"

He shakes his head. "Not really. But it gets easier with time, you learn to live with it. I can promise you that." You nod and look at him with a sad smile.

"God. I'm so pathetic.

"Hey, don't say that. You're amazing. From what I've heard of you so far." With more affectionate words he tries to make you feel better and the only appropriate response that comes to your mind is to kiss him.

You lean forward and simply place your lips on his, silencing him.

You sense that he is surprised and overwhelmed by your reaction, which is why you withdraw again.

"I’m sorry," you say apologetically and pinch your lips together a little. Actually, you're not sorry, it felt too good.

"Don't be," he replies now, putting down his beer bottle and pulling you closer again.

His hands on your cheeks, he puts his lips on yours again and begins to kiss you.

You change position a little until you are sitting astride his lap. His hands now on your back and in your hair, your arms around his neck, your hands also running through his hair, you kiss each other deeply.

You dare to let go. You feel that it's okay, that it's the right thing to do, you just let go and the tears trickle down your cheeks while Mouse holds you, is your anchor to reality, so that you don't get lost in the whirlpool. The images you constantly see in front of you just pass by this time, have no effect on you, because Mouse's is stronger. You feel light, safe and secure in his arms, even though you hardly know him.

Your kiss becomes more intimate, more demanding and you receive his tongue with yours. Then your head is empty.

There is nothing more. Just you and this stranger who has this incredible effect on you.

Finally, you break away breathlessly and just look into each other's eyes. You notice that he can't hold eye contact for long, but that's okay. You know... you have experienced first-hand the effects trauma can have. Your fingers begin to trace his contours.

He makes you feel like you've never felt before. You don't have to say a word. It is as if your looks communicate everything.

Gently he wipes your tears from your cheeks. You nod slightly at his questioning look. Yes, you feel much better now.

"Thank you," you form with your lips. A small smirk settles on his and you lean forward again to kiss him once more. This time it's different. You no longer seek a hold on him, this time it's a "thank you".

Your kiss is gentle, careful and sensual.

If someone had told you this morning what was happening, you would have said that they were nuts. You still can't quite understand how this one person can have such power over you. That this one person can simply silence your thoughts like that.

Time passed, you're sitting next to Mouse again. Your legs crossed his as Johnny brought you not only a cup of Coke but also a joint. You throw him a kissing hand.

After lighting the cigarette, you hold it out to Mouse, offering it to him. He takes a drag while you hold the joint before you take one too.

You blow out the smoke upwards with relish.

A few puffs later, you lean forward again a little until your lips are almost touching and you inhale his smoke before exhaling it back upwards.

"Hey Y/N...", you hear someone's voice before the owner enters the room, just as you inhale Mouse's smoke one more time. "..Johnny said you were here... And apparently you're busy."

You make a grumbling noise, detach yourself from Mouse and blow the smoke back upwards. "Just what I need..." you mutter, before turning to face her. Even through the wonderful fog of the Weed, you are pissed off by the presence of this horrible person. Inconspicuously, you squeeze Mouse's hand tightly, again looking for support, before finally letting go and standing up.

"Genevieve..." you reply, looking at her with a fake smile.

"It's good to see you again. Hey. I'm sorry about what happened."

"Please, don't talk about it and say what you want." Your voice is cold and distant.

"I wanted to apologise for my behaviour. I know it was not correct of me."

You laugh in disbelief. "You embarrassed me in front of everyone, Genevieve. That's not something you just shrug off with an 'I'm sorry'."

"I know that. That's why I want to make it up to you. Tell me what to do."

"Would you do what you put me through?" She remains silent and you snort snidely before taking another step back. You need distance between you. "Of course you wouldn't. After all, then your great image would be tarnished. The great benefactor Genevieve..." you scoff, before adding: "You make me sick."

You see her expression stiffen. "And you are a slut! You slept with my boyfriend even though you knew he was MY boyfriend!" There she is, the real Genevieve, as she lives and breathes. You knew she had this side in her, but you never expected to feel it yourself.

Your hands clench into fists and you feel your fingernails digging into your skin. The pain helps you to stay calm as much as possible.

"Excuse me? That was some pretty lie he breathed into your ear. I told him I didn't want anything from him! Do you think he cared? You know what he told me? That you were too innocent, too willing. Too boring. I slapped him and told him not to talk about my best friend like that in front of me. He then tried to rape me! So much for your perfect Richard and the evil evil Y/N!", you rage.

Shocked, she looks at you before regaining her composure. "Liar!" she hisses, then looks at Mouse. "Have fun with that bitch. Make sure she doesn't end up cheating on you with your best friend."

You gasp in indignation and shock at her impudence. Your former best friend turns around and disappears again.

One more time you have to take a deep breath.

"Wow... that was intense," you hear Mouse suddenly standing behind you. You notice how you immediately become calmer as soon as you feel him behind you.

"Welcome to the young high society of Chicago," you murmur and turn to him. "I'm sorry you overheard that."

"Hev. I want you to know that I don't believe a word she says."

You smile sadly. "Then you're the first. Even Johnny thinks I'm the evil whore in the story."

"Well. I think you're just lost and need someone to believe in you again."

"And you're saying that someone is you?"

"Maybe," Mouse replies with a grin.

You have to laugh and gently bite your lower lip, slightly swollen from your kiss, as you look up at him.

"Are you coming?"

"Where?"

"Get some fresh air, go to the other side of the world, or go to a diner and eat something. Just get away from here."

He takes your hand in his again and intertwines his fingers with yours.

"Where are you going?" he just asks.

You feel a tingle in your stomach as he smiles at you and you have to swallow.

You say goodbye to Johnny with a simple wave before leaving the house with Mouse by the hand.

A car on the other side of the road flashes its lights as soon as you are out of the front gate and you roll your eyes, while you mumble, "Margarita…”

Nevertheless, you walk with Mouse towards the black car with the tinted windows.

"Wow... are you super rich or something?" asks Mouse wryly.

"Please don't remind me,” you only reply, as Peter, your family's long-time driver, gets out and holds the door open.

"Miss Y/L/N," he greets you with a nod as you tell Mouse to get in. "Hey Pete," you say back and get into the car as well.

"Where to, Miss Y/L/N?"

"Hannah's Diner," you reply and Peter nods before pulling out of the parking space.

Next to you, you sense that Mouse would like to bombard you with a thousand questions, but he refrains.

You sigh and lean your head against his shoulder.

"I hate it," you admit.

In response, Mouse squeezes your hand.

You never wanted your family's money. Even though you got a lot of pocket money, you never touched it. Since you were 16 and allowed to work, you worked in a diner and earned your few bucks. Everything you bought since then, you always bought with your own money.

Until the incident three months ago, you worked at Hannah's Diner. But since then you have hardly left your flat. Hannah, who has become a friend over time, has been there for you and said that you can take as much time off as you want and when you are ready and willing, you can start working for her again.

Together with Mouse, you sit down at one of the tables and wait for Hannah to come

It was already late, but the diner was open 24/7. "Okay. What do you want?" you ask, "it's on me." Seeing the look on his face, you add, "Do me a favour and let me pay." After another look into your eyes, he nods. "Okay."

You are suddenly absolutely exhausted. The encounter with Genevieve has robbed you of all the strength you had today.

"Y/N. Good to see you again," you are finally greeted by Hannah with a smile. You return it and stand up to be pulled into a hug.

"How are you?" she asks, looking at you with concern.

You shrug your shoulders. "I'm still alive..."

Hannah's smile turns sad and compassionate. "Well, that's a start." She puts a hand on your shoulder as you sit back down across from Mouse. "What can I get you two?"

Once your milkshakes and fries are brought, Mouse begins to tell. "I was in the army, 3rd Battalion 75th Ranger Regiment. I did two tours in Afghanistan. When I came back, my best friend who I met on deployment and I were a total mess. There are things I don't want to think about anymore, there are things that are constantly in my head. You learn to live with it. The images eventually become less deterrent."

"What happened?" you ask cautiously.

"During my last tour... there was a convoy... Jay and I were in the first Humvee and then..." You can see him bobbing his leg restlessly as he tells the story, his fingers drumming on the table. "I thought that was it for me. Jay and I are about the only ones who got out of there alive."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that." You are silent for a moment and take a deep sip of your Strawberry milkshake before you decide to tell him about you.

"My family is... was...", you correct yourself, "actually super rich. The company my dad started after he invented something for computers or something that's now in pretty much every mobile device is incredibly huge. I honestly have no idea about the whole… thing" you run your fingers through your hair. It's still unfamiliar that it's now so short and, more importantly, so light. "He produces it himself, sells it himself. At least he did... He was tinkering with something newer, better, when he got mugged." You start to stir your milkshake with the straw, totally captured in your thoughts. "Someone tried to steal his designs. When he didn't hand them over, they shot and kidnapped my Ma and siblings. They blackmailed them to get the designs. But they knew nothing about it. Dad had never said anything about it." Tears burn in your eyes again. "I’ve found them...” Mouse carefully reaches across the table for your hand and brings you back from the memory.

You lift your gaze and meet his bright blue eyes. "Now I've inherited everything and have no idea where to go or what to do," you admit quietly. "The police never found the… offenders”

Mouse said nothing. He didn't have to say anything. Because nothing he could have said would have made you feel better. So you both remained silent for a moment while he still held your hand and gently caressed your skin with his thumb.

"Thank you for telling me," he finally says and you can't help but smile sadly at him.

"Okay. Let's talk about something else. Something nice..", you finally change the subject and force a liberated smile on your lips. "Tell me about your friend you mentioned, Jay. He seems important to you."

Mouse's expression brightens and he begins to smile honestly.

"Jay... we met in the army. Now he's with the CPD. He's managed to land on his feet. I.. well.."

"You can do it too. You just need someone who believes in you and gives you a chance."

"Yes. Maybe..."

"Okay. Crazy idea: we help each other get back on our feet." "And how do you imagine that?" He looks at you with interest.

"I don't know yet. But you can try, can't you?" "Okay. Let's try.”

After you have eaten and paid, you leave the diner again. "Do you want Pete to take you home? Or you can come upstairs. Then Pete can call it a night..”.

"Would be interested to see what an artist's flat looks like."

You snort in amusement. "Yes, don't expect too much. The artist hasn't moved in yet."

You get into the lift.

"Okay. All expectations are at zero. I promise," Mouse replies now and you have to laugh.

It's the first time in three months that you've really had an honest laugh.

"You have a very nice laugh," Mouse now says quietly.

"Thank you. I think that was the first time I laughed since the incident."

"Then I am honoured to be the first to hear it."

Again you giggle at his silliness.

The lift has arrived at the floor with your flat and you pull Mouse behind you down the corridor.

Once in your flat, Mouse looks around a bit. There is not much to see.

"I... haven't gotten around to decorating the flat yet," you now admit a little uncertainly and disappear into the kitchen.

"Since I don't drink beer, I only have wine in the fridge. But you get to decide which wine we head." You list a few varieties and as you look up, you meet Mouse's puzzled gaze, which makes you grin in amusement again.

"Just take any."

With a bottle of lovely white wine and two glasses in your hand, you go back into the living room and flop down on the couch.

"Sit down. I honestly have no idea what it is, Margarita got it for me...", you admit, and hand Mouse a glass with the alcohol.

Instead of sitting down, Mouse looks at the canvases that are standing around. Still lifes, landscapes. Chicago's skyline, portraits.

"That looks incredible. You should definitely exhibit it."

"Sometime, maybe. My parents were organising something when... well…”

Mouse nods in understanding.

"Hey, you want to try painting something?", you ask

"Oh no. I'd rather stick to my computer stuff."

"Come on. I'll help you." You direct him to the small stool that stands in front of your easel. "This is what I'm working on right now."

"Woah, no, I'm not touching that."

"No really. It didn't turn out so well anyway. I'll probably paint it over later."

"What?"

"Yeah, go on. What would you say is missing from this picture?"

You had painted an avenue where people were walking.

"Maybe make flowers out of the greenery? Then it doesn't look quite so gloomy.

"Okay." You stand behind Mouse, prepare the mixing palette and select a brush. "You do the flowers with dabs on the side."

You put the brush in his hand, put yours over it and guide it. Dab, dab, dab.

After a few dabs, you look at it and say with satisfaction: "Here. Now you try it on your own”

When Mouse did it alone, it didn't look as good as when you did it. But it wasn't a complete disaster either, which you consider a victory.

At some point, he taps his finger in the pink colour and taps you on the nose with it.

Outraged and surprised, you look at him before doing the same to him until you are both full of colour and end up laughing on the floor.

Over the next few weeks you and Mouse meet more often, regularly, sometimes he just sits on your couch and watches you paint, intently sticking your tongue out slightly, sometimes you watch him hacking in with ease somewhere to do something for Johnny's friends.

One day, your family's lawyer is at your door.

"Miss Y/L/N. It is time for you to attend to your duties. There are legal matters that we need to clarify." Mouse puts on his jacket and wants to leave, but you grab his hand. "Please stay." A look into your eyes is enough for him to nod and hang his jacket back up on the coat rack.

"Y/N. Once again, I would like to express my fullest condolences for your loss and for having to burden you with the legal stuff now."

"Thank you."

First he addresses the fact that you have still not accepted or renounced the inheritance. He lists all the things that are involved.

The house, the flats, the business, all the money of your parents and siblings. Mouse's ears almost fell off when he heard the buzzing.

"We can of course sell the house as well as the flats and the business."

"No. The company was Dad's life's work. It should continue to bear the name Y/L/N. Just hire someone competent to handle everything so far."

"I'II take care of it," promises Felix, the lawyer. "Then the properties." "Let's rent them out to people with little money..." Felix also makes a note of this.

"I want to donate most of the money..."

"Where?"

"'I’ll think about it.”

"Alright. Then I have everything for now. I'll get back to you." "Okay."

"You really are super rich”, Mouse said as soon as Felix was out the door.

"I don't want the money... What am I supposed to do with it? I can't spend as much as the company takes in. I probably donate monthly to women's shelters and children's homes or something.”

Mouse gently reaches for your hand and finally pulls you into a hug before the tears start running again.

Carefully he pulls you with him to the couch and onto his lap.

Shortly after your tears have dried up, Mouse feels you fall asleep and he smiles slightly.

In the last few weeks you have become so important to each other and you feel you have never told Mouse what it actually means to you that he is with you.

"Mouse... thank you..."

"For what?"

"That you're here. I... I was lost. Lost my footing and then I met you and... you became my anchor. I'm... I'm starting to be me again. Finding myself again."

He looks at you for a moment before he takes your hand and pulls you to him. The next moment his lips are on yours.

It doesn't take you long to recover from the surprise and you return the kiss. You open your lips slightly and receive his tongue, just like the night you met. But this time, when his tongue touches yours, a soft moan escapes you. You feel his little smirk against your lips. But at this moment you don't care.

Your hands run over his upper body and finally disappear under his T-shirt. You explore his chest and trace the contours of his muscles along his stomach. You tug lightly and he takes the hint and takes off his T-shirt before kissing you again without hesitation. His hands now roam over your body as well. Exploring every inch with such attentiveness to your reactions that you feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Finally, you take off your T-shirt and Mouse takes a few seconds to admire your body. Your breasts are still hidden in your favourite bra.

Mouse lifts his gaze to your eyes. "May I?"

Your heart does a somersault. Mouse is not the first man you have slept with, but he is the first to ask you if he can do something. Unable to speak, you nod and bring his hands to your breasts and behind your back. Even though he can't look you in the eye for long, he watches your reaction very closely and as he slips the straps off your shoulders, goose bumps spread over your arms as his fingers touch you.

Kissing you again, still so lovingly, as if he were afraid you would break if he were too forceful, his hands wrap around your breasts and he begins to massage them.

His thumb strokes your hard nipples and you let out another moan as you begin to explore his mouth with your tongue.

Your excited moan shoots straight between his loins.

God, he wants you, so much, but even more he wants you to feel good, which is why he ignores the pulsing in his pants and continues to focus on you.

His hands go under your thighs and he looks at you briefly, the sign that you should jump. You wrap your legs around his hips and feel his hardness pressing against your middle.

The next moment, Mouse holds you between him and the wall, his lips now exploring your neck. With your eyes closed, you put your head to the side a little to give him more space.

He sucks a little on your skin, and leaves a little hickey.

An excited gasp escapes your throat and in response, he presses his hips a little harder against yours, only to have you moan lustily this time. "Fuck, Mouse..." you breathe as his lips reach your breast and cup your hard nipple.

Your head is swept clean as he begins to gently nibble, suck and lick over it.

Your hands are in his hair again, already you are searching for support in the storm of lust that threatens to take you in and you haven't even really started yet.

Each of his touches sends flashes of pleasure through your body, gathering in your centre and making you so fucking wet.

Finally, he sets you back down on the floor and his lips continue to travel down your body, over your belly to the waistband of your pants.

A loud shrill sound snaps you out of your frenzy of lust as a mobile phone begins to ring and you make a soft, agonised sound.

You want to ignore it, but it won't stop ringing.

Finally, Mouse, visibly annoyed about the interruption, breaks away from you and reaches for the phone on the table. "You've picked possibly the worst possible time, Halstead. I hope it's urgent."

You have to stifle a laugh as you hand him his shirt and put yours back on as well.

"Yes, in ten minutes, l'lI be there," you hear him say before he hangs up and looks at you apologetically. "Jay has some problem I need to help him with urgently, which of course couldn't wait." You nod in understanding and give him a breathtaking kiss goodbye.

The more time you spend with Mouse, the more you become yourself again. Margarita notices this too and confronts him when she happens to be in the flat while you and Mouse are there.

"Child, don't you want to start making your flat a home so that you no longer have to sleep in a storeroom?" she asks you, pointing to the boxes still standing around.

"Yeah, maybe I should start doing that, shouldn't I?"

When you then go to the kitchen to get something to drink, Margarita confronts Mouse: "If you hurt her, I'll make your life hell. She likes you and you are good for her, so don't ever let her go."

Then she turns to you as you re-enter the living room and says: "A nice young man you've caught yourself. I'II leave you to it then. Food is in the fridge, have a nice day." With a frown, you watch the woman scurry out of the front door.

"What was that?"

"I don't know what you mean," Mouse replies.

You shrug it off and change the subject. "Hey, about the flat furnishings...maybe you'd like to come with me?" You look at him with begging puppy eyes, which you know by now he cannot resist.

Your parents always had designer furniture everywhere and everything was made of very expensive material. You don't care, if you're honest, which is why you just decide according to what looks nicest to you. You notice how you think of your parents and don't immediately lose your grip. A small smile comes to your lips. Of course you still grieve and miss your family, that probably won't change, but it no longer paralyses you. You learn to live with it.

And Mouse has contributed a great deal to your healing, you are very sure of that, which is why you now take his hand and intertwine your fingers

A small smile also appears on his lips.

When you arrive in the bed department, you stand in front of a model and bite your lower lip, an idea forming in your head before you look at Mouse

"You know, you can't really try out the beds here. Just imagine, when you get home you realise that it's totally uncomfortable or impractical? If only you could try it out...." You look up at him meaningfully and he begins to laugh softly.

He understands what you are implying and looks at you with a raised eyebrow, before suggesting, "What do you say we come back later?"

"I think that's a great idea," you reply, stealing a small kiss from his lips.

…to be continued

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stefanmikaleson1864 · 2 years ago

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Every Version Of You

Jay Halstead X Reader

Requested by anon

When jays best friend who he always loved even before the rangers gets honorably discharged from the rangers and comes working beside him and mouse at the district he realizes how innocent romantically she is and why she wouldn’t ever be with someone while they were serving because that meant comments being made an he finds out she’s always been in love with him like he has been with her and turns to putty when she looks up At him after a case

A/N: I hope you like this ! I am so sorry that It’s taken a while to write it but I am working through my request.

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Jay’s POV.

Me and and Y/N have been best friends our entire lives. We went to the same school together and we really always kept to the side

.we never really had any other friends so it was always just us. Where one was the other one was as well. We also happened to live on the same block as each other.

When things got rough at home we always had a spot where we would meet up together.

A park down a couple blocks from each other. It was pretty run down and gross so no one ever went there which was good for us.

It was our place and our safe haven. It’s where we could spend hours talking to each other or really say nothing at all.

All i knew was when ever I was there with her I always felt safe. That everything was going to be okay.

During one of our long talks there we talked about the future and what we wanted out of life. We both wanted.

We wanted to join the army and get out of town and serve a high purpose in life.

To be able to help people in need to look back and know we made a difference. Not to mention when we left we would have hella benefits to set us up. It would mean we didn’t have to come back here.

We would be able to start fresh out there and create a new life.

When we finally made it out of high school we graduated and right away we enlisted.

We went to boot camp about a month later. Y/N was excited but I had more worried about her than myself.

I know it’s what we wanted but now that we were there I couldn’t help but feel scared.

What if something happened to her. The thought of loosing her tore me up inside. I couldn’t loose someone else.

Boot camp was rough. Both physically and mentally it was the hardest thing I had ever done. Y/n was feeling it to. But there were some good things that came along with it.

We meant a lot of new people and became friends with them. Were really building our community.

One person who really stuck with us was this quiet guy named Greg.We gave him the nick name mouse and he hated it but we didn’t care.

The three of us were a trio and were always together. Mouse was the first person to call me out on my feelings for Y/N. I didn’t even realize it at first.

That I was in love with her. He just flat out asked me one day because he was going to and I told him no she was completely off limits.

I never really thought about it before like that. Being in love with her because there is a different type of feelings that come along with that.

But once I realized it I felt so different but a good different.

Our time in the Military had come and gone and I was the first one to leave. My deployment ended first then Mouse.

After 3 tours we finally decided we were done and hung up our hats.

Y/N was right behind us after her 4th Y/n decided it was time to hang up the hat as well. When she came home I was able to get her a civilian job with us. She wasn’t ready to go out in the field.

The trauma of war really did a number on her and she needed to be able to work a more stable position.

She worked as a investigator for us. She really liked and she was such a huge part of the team.

Right now we were all gathered around in the pen working on our next case. We had multiple murders out on the west side and we were worried about more violence coming out.

We had exhausted all of our options and were left with really nothing. Expect one choice which was Mouse.

He was selling bootleg cd’s and stolen goods. He also had a hard time adjusting and couldn’t hold down a proper job.

“Come on we need something before there is more bloodshed out there” Hank said in a upset voice”

“I think I may have something” I said sitting up

Everyone looked at me with a confused look on their face.

“Mouse he lived there his whole life I know him he knows something” I said

“I don’t know if he would be the best help in his situation” Y/N said with a worried look on her face.

“Why what happened” Kim asked.

“He just had a hard time after we came home he never really adjusted” Y/N said.

“I Know but I think he can handle this” I said

“Look if he’s un hinge it could do more damage than good” Kevin said

“Look i trust him and I’ll watch out for him what ever happens is on me But I do think this is our best choice” I said

“Let’s do it” Voight said

Y/N looked at me a concerned voice so i reached over and gave it a comforting squeeze.

I didn’t bother to tell him I was showing up because I know him and he would have ran off. I went alone incase he got scared and ran off.

I made my way to him and like usual he wasn’t really even hiding what he was doing out that giant white van. I made my way over and banged on the back of the van.

“Hey Mouse open up” I yelled.

Slowly the door opened up and Mouse stuck his head and peaked around the door.. He looked scared like he was caught which I mean he was technically.

“Hey Uh Jay what are you doing here” He asked in a worried voice.

“Relax man I need a favor with something” I said laughing.

‘Don’t say that out loud man what the hell is wrong with you” Mouse said.

He grabbed my arm and drug me into the back of his van which is very alarming to most people.

We got in and it was nothing but stolen goods and food wrappers. And my god that weed smel was horrible.

We sat down in the two empty seats that was barely there. Mouse had to throw stuff around just for us to be able to sleep.

“So man hey what’s going on” Mouse asked bouncing around.

“Look man you gotta chill out you good” I asked placing my hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah Man I’m good what’s up” He said.

“I need your help with a case I know you know about these murders happening” I said

“Yeah But what’s that got to do with me” Mouse asked.

“Look I need to see if you can figure anything out I know you know everyone here okay you can figure something out” I said

“Yeah but If people figure out I’m helping you I can’t risk my business man” Mouse said.

“Man forget your business we got dead body okay innocent people are dying” I said.

“Okay alright I guess I can think about it” Mouse said

“Shut the hell up and let’s go and behave when we get there Y/N is already worried about you working this and I don’t want to worry her more or prove her right” I said.

“Yeah yeah Y/N i heard she was working with you how is she doing if you know what I mean” Mouse said

I looked at him with a confused and even a slightly annoyed face because he already knew what the situation was he was just instigating the issue.

“Y/n is fine and we work together and we are friends that’s it for that situation” I said

“You know what I mean” Mouse said shoving his elbow in my arm and laughing.

“Let’s go now” I said annoyed at him already.

I got out of the van and headed back into my own car. Mouse was following right behind me and we left headed for the district.

He was non stop talking the whole way and I tried my best to act like I was paying attention.

The only thing i was thinking was Y/n probably was going to be right that he wasn’t ready for something like this and I was pushing it.

If he blew up and this case blew up it means we loose our only chance to get a killer of the street and it means I loose my word that I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about.

The car ride back felt long but I knew it wasn’t and I was nervous about him meeting the team and seeing Y/N again. I didn’t want him to blurt out some dumb stuff.

When we got there we made our way in and I read him the riot act and pleaded with him to act like he had some kind of commonsense.

“Hey man I got this stop worrying when have I ever done something dumb” Mouse said

“We don’t have the time to run through that list” I said getting more mad.

We made our way back into the bullpen and everyone was sitting at their desk looking at their computer.

When we walked in they stopped what they were doing and looked up at us. Y/N looked happy to see him but also had worry all over her eyes. It was subtle but I knew her for so long that I could read her.

“Y/N my girl I missed you how you been baby” Mouse said loudly.

“I’m good I missed you too” Y/N said smiling and walked over and hugged him.

“ Hey everyone It’s nice to meet you all I promise to be on my best behavior” Mouse said

Voight walked out and walked over to where Mouse was.

“Listen I appreciate the help but if you fuck this up for us” Voight said

“No sir I am here to help in anyway I can” Mouse said.

I think it was the first time he actually stiffened up and seemed kind of nervous.

“Good so let’s get started then we don’t want to waste any time” Voight said.

“We got 4 dead on our hand we think we have a prime suspect John Roberts he hussles out the west side but we can’t prove anything” Y/N said

“What makes you think him” Mouse asked

“All 4 people who were killed their phones pinged out his night club , we know he is a known seller and has a violent streak” Y/N said

“So we need you to make a bid to be a seller for him and get him talking on a wire” Voight said.

“Um yeah I know this guy he’s dangerous and ruthless he’s just not going to open up to me” Mouse said.

“Look we know you got a rep in that area okay so you asking for this isn’t going to raise red flags” Jay said

“Fine but no way am I going alone” Mouse said

“Me and Jay can go were pose as customers in the club you know we got you” Y/N said

“Y/N you haven’t been out in the field.” I said worried about her

“I’ll be fine don’t worry about me i can handle myself” Y/N said a little defensive.

“Listen she says she’s fine I trust her it sounds like a good plan get it done” Voight said.

I didn’t say anything and we all went back to our desk to get everything ready for tonight. After a couple of hours we were putting the final touches on the plan.

Y/N went home and changed into something a little more appropriate for a club so no red flags would get raised.

I was currently helping to bug mouse and I could tell he was nervous but he wouldn’t say anything.

“Listen your good me and Y/N we got you like we always have before” I told him.

“Yeah yeah your right” Mouse said.

We finished up and headed out. Y/N was meeting us there. The car ride over was silent and we both had jitters.

When we arrived there Y/N was sitting outside and she had on this purple sparkly dress. She was all dressed up. She really looked beautiful.

I gave Mouse a squeeze on the shoulder and we headed out.

“Hey come on it’s going to be okay” I said

Mouse nodded and we walked over to Y/n.She looked up at us and smiled.

“You go in and were head in a little bit after so we don’t look like were together you got this Greg It’s going to be okay” Y/N said

“Yeah Thanks” Mouse said.

He went and in we stayed behind and I looked over at Y/N and I could tell she was nervous to.

“Hey there is no shame about being nervous It’s been a while sense you been out in the field but you got this I got you” I said

“I know I’m okay I’m good really Let’s go inside i’m freezing” she said looking up at me and smiling.

We walked in and grabbed a drink from the bar and headed to a table we where we could see mouse without being to noticed.

“So how’s things been with you” Y/N asked

“What do you mean” I asked

“I mean you haven’t been dating anyone sense Erin and we haven’t been able to talk in a while what’s going on” She asked.

“Not much haven’t been in the mood to date sense she left” I said

“Come on handsome guy like you it’s impossible to stay single for long” She said smiling.

“I think I have someone in my mind but it would never go anywhere so i’m working on getting past that” I said honestly

“Who do I know her” She asked

“Uh yeah but don’t worry about it” I said

“Okay fine sure be secretive or what ever” Y/n said taking a drink.

“How we looking up there” I asked the team out there.

‘Good mouse is being talkative but John has no clue were on to him. This might actually work” Kevin said.

“It’s Mouse he always has a way with words” I said laughing.

“Hey at least he talks to people” Y/N said

“Damn Jay what did you do to her” Adam asked

The conversation fell flat after that and I felt bad because I didn’t want to think I was pushing her out.

Mouse was up there a while and he was doing okay so hopefully it was a sign we got everything we needed.

After a little bit he headed down and we watched him leave. We again waited a few minutes before we also left.

When we went outside Mouse was sitting in the back seat of the car and we walked over and got in.

“Hey how did it go” I asked

“Good I am now a seller a little bit see how it goes but we got our way in” Mouse said

“OMG I told you that you could do this , we got a way in” Y/N said

“Thanks Now let’s get the hell out of here” Mouse said

“Alright let’s call it a night and we all meet in the morning” Voight said.

Mouse was a little quiet and I could tell he was nervous about this. But I knew it was all going to be worth it once we catched this son of a bitch.

We drove off and I dropped Mouse off at his apartment. Me and Y/n left and it was quiet in the car after.

I drove to her place and I parked the car and we both just sat there for a second before sitting in silence.

She didn’t get out right away and I didn’t know what was wrong but I decided to break the silence.

“Hey I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to ice you out or anything” I said

She looked over at me and smiled.

“It’s okay I just wanted to make sure everything was okay” She said.

“Listen I need to be honest because if I can’t be honest with you then nothing else matters” I said.

I could feel the anxiety building up inside of me and I needed to say it to her. Don’t ask me why now seemed like a good time.

I guess after icing her out earlier maybe I thought I should tell her.

“Hey so this girl I like I need to get over and move on from it’s you. I love you Y/n I have for a while and I haven’t been able to say because I know you feel about dating and being deployed so i didn’t say anything” I said.

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship or change anything and I was scared” I said

“I uh” she said

I could feel the anxiety bubbling up inside of me and I was worried that I just ruined my only good thing I had going on.

She grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze and she looked over and smiled at me.

“I love you I really do and not just in a friendship type of way like romantic. But i’m scared because you are the only good thing I have but I have a lot going on mentally and I need time you know” She said

“I want to keep working on being the most best version of myself but I do want this so if we could work slow and build up” Y/N said.

I squeezed her hand back and looked over at her and smiled. I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

“I love every version of you but I want you to be the best version you can possibly be and I will be here for you on the other side when ever your ready I am here so take as long as you need” I said

“ I love you Jay Halstead and I can’t Imagine what I would do without you” She said

“Well you never have to know” I said.

“How about you come up and we watch the hockey game and beers” Y/N said

“I would live that let’s go” I said.

We got up and headed in. We watched the game and laid out on the couch together and nights like these are worth everything.

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Return On Investment: Greg ‘Mouse’ Gerwitz x Reader

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“The boys I've been with say I’ve got no soul.” You revealed to Greg as the two of you sat in the cloakroom of the wedding venue. The two of you were sitting on the floor, shoulders pressed together as you leaned back against the wall sharing a bottle of Moet between the two of you. The litany of coats shielded you from view as you kicked off your heels and crossed your ankles in front of you.

"The key word is boys." Greg informed you, sipping from the champagne bottle before handing it to you. It was quieter here. The thrum of the music a low pitch on the opposite side of the wall. He appreciated your thoughtfulness. Sometimes the noise became too much, it struck some chord in his brain that thrust him back to another time, another place. You must have seen the wild look in his eyes, recognised it. There were few people who knew the extent of his PTSD, who understood it. He knew the stuff he dealt with; his history would send any other woman running away screaming but you it didn’t seem to phase. You took everything in your stride, that was just one of the things he loved about you. You had seen the worst of him, and you didn’t flinch.

"All the guys you've dated... " he paused, trying to select his words carefully. It was in his nature to be honest; it was the foundations on which your friendship was built. You didn’t shy away from the truth, and you valued his opinion. "They don't know the real you, and you don't let them. You want the companionship but not the investment."

Investment…

ROI…

All terms the last guy had thrown around before you’d cut him loose.

He was right of course. Nothing lasted more than a couple of dates in your world, you were tired, disillusioned. Romance was a fairy-tale for other people, ones who hadn’t been on the front line, one who still believed that there was something good in the world. Those boys didn’t have a clue how to deal with someone like you, you were messy, complicated, too much.

Of course, there was another reason for your disinterest. They could never live up to the man you really wanted. The one you thought of every single night before you fell asleep. It was unfair of you to expect it.

“They can’t love me.” You said quietly, setting the champagne bottle down alongside of you. “How could they? They haven’t seen the same things, had the same experiences. They don’t know what it’s like to be broken down, to try and put yourself back together again.”

“Do you think you’re too damaged to be loved?” he asked you, those stunning blue eyes of his burning with intensity as he lingered in your proximity. He could see the pain in your eyes, the agony, the loneliness and it killed him. He wanted to sweep it all away, to remind you that you were one of the strongest people he knew, that life was a battle, and nobody came out unscathed.

Your silence was an answer in itself. "You think I don't know how hard it is?" he asked you, his voice rough with emotion as he spoke. "To crave something so much but never allowing yourself to have it."

Your breath caught in your throat as his gaze lowered to your lips. His scent was in your nose, you inhaled the rich scent of sandalwood as he lingered in your proximity.

“I know you.” He whispered, his thumb trailing over the apple of your cheek as he looked into your eyes. “I’ve seen the darkness and I’ve seen the light and I know you are worthy of love.”

“Do you love me, Greg?” You asked him, your voice lowering an octave as the truth spilled from your lips. “Do you love me as much as I love you?”

“Baby, the two of us are meant for one another.” He smiled as his lips brushed over yours. “I want to spend the rest of the night showing you that.” Love Greg? Don’t miss any of his stories by joining the taglist here.

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Greg loves being with you, he loves how fun your relationship, how silly the two of you can be. He loves the feel of you pressed against him as he laughs, the way your own giggle vibrates through your chest as he kisses you until your breathless.

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Hovering - Greg ‘Mouse’ Gerwitz

Summary: Mouse fluff honestly cause I was watching him in a few episodes and I kinda love the way he gets all up in peoples’ personal space.

A/N: Devastated that he left...honestly.

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“Have you tried running a reverse search on the other phone number?” Mouse asked, leaning over your shoulder so that he could look at the iPad in your hand. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your cheek and you were pretty sure you could chart every imperfection on his face if you turned your head…not that there actually were any. 

“Ever heard of personal space Mouse?” Jay teased, nudging his friend away and taking the ipad from you at the same time. 

“I ran trace on every number from the last three days, nothing connecting them to the other perp.” You replied, drawn back into work as quickly as you’d been distracted. 

It wasn’t the first time someone had given Mouse grief about his lack of spatial awareness but it was the first time that you noticed the missing presence hovering behind you. It wasn’t the kind of hovering your stepdad used to do, a sort of stalking invisible pressure at your back constantly making you feel like you were going crazy. Mouse’s tendency to stand too close felt more like someone had thrown a blanket over your shoulders, a soft kind of comfort that grounded you back to reality when you felt like your head was spinning…a hazard of the job sometimes.

It wasn’t any secret that you had a soft spot for Mouse. Maybe more than a soft spot, as Jay had been quick to point out when he realized you were crushing on his best friend. (If “crushing on” was the correct term to use when you were both grown adults in your late 20’s). Either way, you liked him. You liked going to work and seeing him in the office and you liked when he invited you for a beer after shift and you liked when subconsciously invaded your personal space.

Except there had been a lack of that since Jay teased him about it. A noticeable lack, at least to you, when you went to him with information and he just stayed behind his desk. He didn’t crowd into your space to look at the file in your hands or lean too close over your shoulder to show you something on the computer. There was a palpable distance between the two of you for almost an entire week before you finally decided to say something.

After shift, when he was down in the tech room, staring at computer screens and drinking a beer. “Can I join you?” You asked, tapping your knuckles against the top of the counter that separated the two of you.

Mouse leaned back in his seat, head tilting so he could see you, “oh hey, uh, yeah…” he sat up and reached for a bottle, holding it out, “be my guest.”

“Thanks,” you took the rolling chair beside him and the bottle of beer, grateful for the opportunity to relax, even if there was something you wanted to talk about. It was an odd subject to broach. After all, how did you tell someone that you liked them standing too close.

“You alright?” Mouse asked, spinning his chair back and forth as he watched you.

“Yeah...” you nodded, taking a sip of your beer before putting it down on the desk, “can I ask you a weird question?”

“Sure...but I might give you a weird answer,” he replied, the hint of a lopsided smile tugging at him lips.

“You’ve kinda been...hanging back, I guess...I mean, usually you’re like,” you gestured vaguely with your hands, “right there. And now you’re not.”

“Oh,” he gave an empty laugh, if only to ease his nerves as he took a sip of beer, “uh...I don’t know.” He shrugged.

“I was just gonna say, I know Jay gave you shit about it but I don’t really mind.” You replied, “I just mean, I kinda...like...you being close and all.” For a well-respected detective you felt like a high schooler trying to tell the guy you liked that you liked them. Maybe Jay was right, maybe you were “crushing”.

Mouse nodded, that smiling creeping back even more prominently this time around. “Good to know.” He didn’t say anything else about it that night and neither did you, enjoying a six-pack in silence until finally both of you decided to head home.

The next day at work though, as you stood in the breakroom getting a refill on your coffee, Mouse came in, crowding right into your space to show you something on his phone. He was watching you as you took the phone out of his hand, scrolling over the page that he had pulled up before looking at him. “What’s this? Is this for a case?”

He shook his head, “thought we could get dinner there, if you want.”

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’d like that a lot.”

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carnationworld-writings · 4 years ago

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Being pregnant with Greg ‘Mouse’ Gerwitz’s baby

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Paring: Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x Reader

Universe: One Chicago

Word Count: 2759

Warnings: mention of PTSD, pregnancy, child birth, pain, therapy, overprotectivness, fem!reader

If I forgot about anything feel free to write to me. Your wellbeing is important to me!

Summary: How your pregnancy could be when being in a relationship with Mouse and as a member of the Intelligence Unit?

You met at work. You were a detective in the Intelligence Unit and an old friend of Jay Halstead when Mouse started working there. You immediately found him very sweet, and very often, you couldn't stop smiling when he couldn't stop talking or did his tech magic.

You spent a lot of time talking. It was common to find both of you together. When you needed a moment to calm down after a case, you hid downstairs with him. When you all talked about new evidence in the case, he would lean against your desk. When you came back from the call, he ALWAYS came to check on you.

You became closer after Nadia's death. Being a female cop was hard. You offered to help her, and that allowed you to spend a lot of time together. Her death hit you hard. (Not so hard like Lindsay, but still.) He had seen how different cases affected you. However, he had never seen you crying so hard, like in the moment when news about finding Nadia's body reached you. You collapsed in his arms, and he held you for hours.

You started dating sometime after that. You both knew Voight's rule about no dating in the unit. Because of that, at your request, when you were sure about this relationship, you told him about this. You were sincere about everything, showing him that your relationship didn't affect your work.

Everybody said that you are a perfect couple. Of course, you argued, but you always tried to understand the other person. Sometimes he was a little overprotective. Sometimes you were pissed off when he shut you down. But at the end of the day, you always tried to make up. Life was too short, especially when you were a cop.

Pregnancy definitely wasn't planned. You realized that you were late on your period, and you told Mouse about this, even if at the beginning you thought that it was because of stress. He offered to go for a pregnancy test. When you waited for results, you saw how anxious he was, so you just held his hand. The test came positive, and you watched how he freaked out. He was afraid that he can't be a good father, that because of his PTSD, he could hurt the baby.

"Greg… I know this is hard, and I'm not ready either. But I can't… I can't abort it." her voice cracked, and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "I know that you will be an amazing father. I know it because you already took good care of me. You are so caring and generous. And I know that you would never hurt them. It will be hard, but I'm sure that together we can do it, like we did with so many things. But if you don't want it… I won't force you to stick with us. And I won't be mad if you walk away. Maybe I'll be a little hurt, but I will understand, Greg." She felt tears in her eyes when she looked at him. She could tell that he was thinking about her words. And then he came closer to her and took her in his arms. He held her tight, and she let her tears run on her cheeks.

"I could never walk away from you. And you're right. We can do it. I'll go for a therapy or support group to keep my demons under control."

She didn't know what to say, how to show him how grateful and happy she was, so she just took his face in her hands and kissed him.

You made an appointment as soon as possible. That day, Mouse called Voight that you felt unwell and he'd stay with you. You went to the doctor's office together. When they did an ultrasound, he held your hand so tight and couldn't stop bouncing his leg. You both couldn't tear your eyes from the picture of your baby on the monitor. When your doctor asked if you wanted her to print it and how many copies you want, he just said: "As many as you could give us."

You told Voight about your pregnancy as soon as it was confirmed. Actually you called him after you left the doctor’s office to meet him. You didn't want to risk the baby's life because of your work. When you told him, he really surprised you. He was so happy for both of you and hugged you. Immediately he put you on desk work for the unit - you worked for him so long that he knew that there is no power in the universe to stop you from working.

You tried to hide it for the rest of the team as long as you could. You wanted to wait for the end of the first trimester, and you used an old wound as an excuse.

After you found out about the baby, Mouse called Doctor Charles and started therapy again. He really wanted to be the best version of him for both of you. You always assured him that you are very proud of him and that you see everything he'd done.

After your first appointment, Mouse became a little overprotective. He checked if you were not hungry and drank enough water. He made sure you didn't drink too much coffee and tried to get you to give it up.

When the possibility of miscarriage went lower, you decided to announce pregnancy to your team. It was so hard to hide your pregnancy, especially when Ruzek and Atwater's lunch choices made you sick. You also were sure that Serge Platt knew about the baby or at least suspected something. This woman always knew everything, but she never said anything.

Y/N and Mouse came to work a little earlier that day. She was glad that only Voight was in the bullpen. Mouse put your enlarged ultrasound on board and you wrote next to it: "Backup is on the way! Baby Gerwitz coming *due date*" and then turned the board to hide it, waiting for the rest of the team. She sat behind her desk, patiently waiting for everybody to come to work and slowly starting paperwork. When everybody came, Mouse went for Trudy, telling her that they needed her help with a case. When they all were on their spots, Voight went out of his office. A few days before, they asked him for help with the announcement, and even if he acted tough cop, he was honoured. He looked at Y/N, and when she nodded, feeling Mouse's hand on arm, he got the unit's attention.

"Listen up, we got a case." He turned the board, and three of them watched the rest of this chosen family. Trudy was the first who gasped, looking at the young detective and then quickly came to her, taking Y/N in her arms. Y/N couldn't stop her tears at the amount of love from this family. She happily accepted every congratulations and hug. When she leaned on Mouse slightly, answering Erin and Antonio's questions, she missed the proud smile that Voight, Trudy and Al exchanged.

Since that day, Halstead, Ruzek and Atwater went overprotective of you. You often found on your desk some healthy snack, they brought you something to drink before you could stand up from your chair. If you only mention food that you craved, often one of them found a way to bring it to you. If you frown because of a cramp or because the position you were sitting in was not comfortable, they immediately asked if you were alright or needed to see a doctor. If they only could, they would put you on bed rest - much to Mouse happiness. And when they were too much, and your threats to kick their asses didn't work, only one look at Olinsky or Lindsay was enough to put them in line by one of them. Trudy welcomed you every day with a big smile, asking how you and "Baby Mouse" were feeling. She always made sure that you didn't carry anything looking heavy and made one of the patrol officers bring it upstairs. She loved hearing news about the baby, and when she found out that they started kicking, she was more than happy to feel it on her hand.

You and Mouse spent a lot of time at home. He loved holding you in his arms, caressing your belly. One of his best memories from pregnancy was when you both felt them kicking for the first time. He bent on his knees to place a kiss on your stomach, and then he felt it against his lips. He gasped with wide-open eyes, and with chuckles, he kissed it again, whispering how much he loves them.

Mouse didn't let you do anything in the nursery. Of course, you could choose everything and decide what you want it to look like, but you couldn't even wash off the dust. With help from Jay, he made everything there, and you could go inside only when everything was ready. The effect exceeded your expectations.

Pregnancy also affected your sex life, especially in the second trimester. Your hormones made you so horny, and after calming Mouse that sex is safe in your condition, you tried new positions and other ways to reach the pleasure.

Mouse made sure to be at every doctor appointment. He loved seeing your child on ultrasound and hearing their heartbeat. He also went with you to childbirth classes. Actually, it was him who asked to go there. He just wanted to know what he should be prepared for.

He didn't complain about helping you when you couldn't sleep at night. He would go to the grocery if you had some weird cravings. He would rub your belly, talking to the baby, when they were moving too much. He would do everything to make you comfortable. He would rub your leg when you woke up because of contraction or massage your back. He tried to be patient with you, and your moods swung. He would calm you down with a smile after you started crying at Ruzek's comment about how big your belly became. He always assured you how beautiful you were in his eyes and how much he loved you and your changing body.

You didn't make it to maternity leave when your waters broke in the middle of the bullpen. Everybody knew that you wanted to stay as long as you could at work. It was your first child, and you were a little afraid to be alone too long, and your sight also calmed down Mouse. You were alone upstairs when it started. Very calm you came to your desk and called Trudy, who were downstairs at the front desk. When she packed you to the car, you texted Mouse to meet in the hospital.

You were already changed in a hospital gown and slowly walking through the hospital corridors, leaning on Trudy's arm. She held your hand and slowly rubbed your backs whenever you stopped because of contraction. You both talked with Maggie from ED when you saw him running in look at you. You smiled at him and leaned against him when he hugged you.

"You alright, babe? You scared me…" he whispered in your hair.

"I'm okay. The baby just decided to come earlier. I think they couldn't wait to meet you." He chuckled, and then he looked at Trudy.

"Sarge, thank you for keeping them safe."

"Everything for that baby." She smiled at you and squeezed your hand. She stepped back to go to the district, where she could wait there for any news about the baby, but you held her hand.

"Sarge. Could you... Stay here?" If it didn't feel the wave of pain that moment, you could see tears in her eyes when she happily agreed.

He saw pain on your face and how you dealt with it. He felt so helpless, hearing your moans and grunts full of pain. He tried to do everything to ease it at least a little, but there was a moment when he felt so overwhelmed by this.

You watched Mouse, trying to breathe in the way they taught you in childbirth classes. You saw how his eyes became foggy, and he couldn't stop them at anything for more than a few seconds. You slowly touched his hand and squeezed it slightly.

"Greg, love... Maybe you should take a walk? Go check if the unit is here or go buy yourself something to drink."

He didn't say anything but nodded his head and then walked out to the corridor. He didn't know how he walked out in front of the hospital. Not long after this, Jay found him sitting there with his head in his arms. With a frown, he touched his shoulder. He quickly guessed that his PTSD was making itself felt.

"Mouse, something happened? Something with the baby?"

"She's in so much pain..."

"And she needs you right now. Y/N is giving birth to your baby. And both of them need you, man."

"What if I lose her? I can't..."

"And you won't. Y/N is the toughest cop I know, and she will survive this just like your baby. But she needs to know right now that you are with her in this. She needs all the moral support she can get, and you are the best person for this." Mouse nodded and took a few deep breaths.

"You're right. Y/N needs me." Mouse looked at his friend and quickly got up. He ran to your room again to hold your hand through all this.

Since that moment, he was by your side all the time, doing everything you asked him. When you started pushing, he held your hand and kept kissing your head. He whispered encouraging words in your ear, trying to be helpful for you. He couldn't count how many times he wished to take all your pain on him.

He started crying when he heard your baby crying. When they rested them on your chest, he watched them, carefully touching their backs. He laced a fond kiss on their head and then kissed your lips. You watched this little person snuggling to your body with an amused face expression.

After they checked if everything was okay with the baby and with you, they put you in a room. You sent Mouse to tell your friends that the baby is already in the world, and he did it with a proud smile. He asked them to give you some time, and then they could meet the youngest Gerwitz. He came back to you and then held your child against his chest when you rested a little.

After some time, full of watching your baby and daydreaming about their future, Mouse went for your unit family. You held the baby in your arms with a big smile when they came in. Erin, Kim and Trudy started cooing at the baby when the older of them took the baby in her arms. You watched them with a tired smile, couldn't help giggling when Mouse acted as an overprotective father. You looked up, feeling how someone squeezed your shoulder slightly, and you met Voight's eyes, who smiled at you and whispered: "Good work, kid. And don't worry. This will be the safest kid in the whole city." It just made you believe that the whole unit will have this child’s back no matter what. And for most of the afternoon, you sat surrounded by people who you choose for your family. You listened to how they promised your child what they would do together and how great it will be. You were moved how they already cared for this baby and you. You happily accepted every hug, especially the one from Trudy and Al, which were like parental for you.

When you were left alone, Mouse couldn't tear his eyes from your baby and didn't want to put them on that cold, plastic crib. He kissed your forehead with eyes full of love and let you finally sleep. In this room was everything that he ever wanted but didn't have enough courage to dream about this. So he watched the both of you, vigilant that no one disturbs you in your sleep. It was his life now, and he swore to himself that he would do everything to keep you both safe and happy.

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 3 years ago

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Newly Found

Gif credit @georgiagrl1990

Requested by @mypridefulsoul27. I hope you like it. Thanks for the request.

Taglist @nocturnalherb16. @jesseswartzwelder. @mypridefulsoul27

Part 2 too once lost.

Warning: mental health. Therapy talk. Mention of nightmares and such.

Since you came home to Sean your big brother, you had gone to therapy for your mental health. All the nightmares and worrying took a toll on you and you needed to get to a better stage in your life. Life was getting better by the day. Except one little problem. You didnt want to leave your safe place. Which was Sean. If he went to the station you did as well.

If he went to the store, so did you. Everywhere he goes you followed. You were still hesitant about the men he worked with. But you became friends with Kim, his partner. She was nice and understanding. Kim would let you stay in the office that you had been the first time. That was your safe place when Sean went on patrol. You felt safe after all those horrible years.

"Hey, baby sis"? Sean poked his head in before going back out.

"Hey. You leaving"? You sat there and drew. That helped ease the nightmares.

"Yeah. Um, can I ask you something"? Sean opened the door and stepped in.

"Sure". You gave him your full attention.

"There's a friend out here that needs to use this space just for an hour or so, is that alright? You can stay he just has to set up something for one of our cases". Sean made you gulp. A male? But he was a friend.

"O-okay". You whispered out.

"Alright. Yo, Mouse"? Sean called after the young man.

"Mouse, this is my sister, Y/N. Sis, this is Mouse. He's Jay's best friend. You remember Jay right"?

"Yeah. Nice to meet you". You smiled but lowered your head and went back to your papers.

"You can set up over there. We'll call you when we have some information". Sean told Mouse. Mouse nodded and walked over to the corner of the room. He had his laptop, a phone and a file.

"Thanks. We'll be alright". Mouse reassured Sean as Sean noticed you were hesitant about Mouse being there.

"Okay. If you need anything. I'm just a call away". Sean told you before walking out.

"I'm Greg. But everyone calls me Mouse". Mouse started to set up his equipment.

"What are you doing"?

"I'm waiting for your brother or another cop to call me so I can trace a number and find out where the bad guy is. Im good with computers". Mouse smiled, a friendly, nonthreatening smile. You started to loosen up.

"What did the guy do"? You pushed a strain of hair behind your ear.

"Drug dealer. Four kids O'Ded on his tainted supplies".

"That's horrible. How could someone do that to kids"? You scoffed.

"I know. That's why I offered to help out".

"What did you do before helping here"?

"I was a ranger with Jay". Mouse sat down at the table as he finished sitting up.

"So you've been helping for a while now for your country"?

"Yeah, you can say that. But it come with it's own territory". Mouse sighed.

"You have nightmares too"?

"Sometimes. I go to therapy too. It helps. Jay, helps me. I wouldnt be here right now if it wasnt for him".

"Yeah, Sean has helped me get through this hard part of my life. I'm thankful for him".

"He's a good guy. Talks about you a lot. Ever since you came home, hes changed. More happier".

"Me too. I just wish that I was as comfortable with other people as I am with him".

"Hey, you're talking to me. That says something". Mouse smiled again.

"You're right. I guess therapy and Sean are helping. Just have to stick with it".

"Exactly. If you ever need anyone to talk too. I'm here for you, whenever. Just say the words and I'm all ears". Mouse chuckled.

"Thanks. Same for you. If you ever need anyone to just listen".

"Thank you. I'll keep that in mind".

"No problem". You say just as the phone rang and Mouse answered it. Mouse was a pretty nice guy. This was a start to a new friendship.

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thranduilsperkybutt · 6 years ago

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Imagine being Will and Jay's little sister and finally telling them about your relationship with Mouse after you've found out you're pregnant

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The thought of keeping it secret was the first thing that rushed through your mind, but it didn’t stay any longer than the instant you thought it. Even though you wouldn’t be showing for the next couple of months, what good would keeping a secret do, other than the façade of avoidance?

Every fiber of your being tensed at the thought of talking about it with Mouse, but you knew you had to. So, with a deep breath to steady you, you had called him over to your place last night. You had to give the news in person, and figure this out together.

“I guess the 99 percent wasn’t in our favor,” you had said, but any humor you attempted came out meekly as Mouse took the moment to compose himself upon hearing you were harboring an accidental pregnancy in your womb.

“I guess we’re doing this out of order, then,” he breathed, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “Didn’t figure we’d have kids so soon, but... I’m gonna’ be here for you both.”

“You... want it?” you tested the waters with your question, cautious despite the hand he had entangled with yours.

“I want you. And this baby, is something we both didn’t plan on, but it’s my responsibility, too,” Mouse’s voice was serious, with all the precision of a man who had spent a portion of his life in the military, his words filled with a sense of duty and honor that was part of the reason you had caught yourself falling for him in the first place. He calmed you, for a moment, as a sigh of relief filled your lungs, and he continued, “Guess it’s time to tell your brothers about us, huh?”

“I’ll handle it.”

Spending the night with Mouse had solidified your resolve. He had comforted you, helping you feel less alone in this, frankly terrifying, quest that was your pregnancy and sudden thrust towards motherhood. You were ready, finally, to let your brothers in on your private life, which was why you took Jay up on his invitation to Molly’s, knowing you would catch the two of them there.

“There she is,” you hear as you pass through the threshold, your eyes falling on Will, who shot you a grin before turning to Otis behind the bar, “Two beers, and a strawberry daiquiri.”

“Ah, make that daiquiri virgin for me, Otis!” you call quickly after, getting a nod and a raised brow from Jay. You answer it after giving him a quick hug, before wrapping your arm around Will, “I’ve decided to stop drinking.”

“Stop drinking? How long is that gonna’ last?” Jay teases, rolling his eyes. Otis sets the drinks in front of you, and you give him a thankful nod.

“Oh, for the next nine months, at least,” you comment offhandedly before reaching forward to take a sip of the virgin daiquiri, glancing between the two of them for a reaction. You watch Will’s eyes widen before Jay’s, but they both don’t take long to come to a conclusion.

“Wait. What?” Jay’s beer is left untouched as he turns towards you in his seat, leveling you with a look typically reserved for when he was in an interrogation, “Are you pregnant?”

“Great job putting two-and-two together, detective.”

“Don’t joke right now,” Will stops you, looking concerned. “How far along are you? How are you feeling? You need prenatal care.”

“Hold on, there,” you huff, rolling your eyes. There goes the good doctor again, “I have an appointment already for a doctor to take a look, so I don’t know how far I am yet.”

“Do you know who the father is?”

You give Jay a slight glare, “Of course, I know who he is! It’s... Mouse.”

Will and Jay loudly, and slightly off-beat, repeat at the revelation, “Mouse?!”

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marshmallows2345 · 2 years ago

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impulsive (jay halstead x greg gerwitz x fem! reader)

summary: an impulsive confession leads to some office fun ;)

Content Warning: smut, oral sex(both m and f receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, creampies, office sex, Mouse and Jay being their lovely selves :)

a/n: this was almost 5k words??? huh?? oh well, enjoy! and requests are closed, at least until i get chapter one of my multi chapter(the first one for me!) fic "innocence" out !

Tagalong.

You had gotten that nickname in the Rangers from Jay and Mouse, because everywhere they went, so did you. All three of you were best friends, always getting into trouble together. The other members picked up on it, and before you knew it, that was your new name. It was stupid, but because it was cute, you let them call you it. The nickname grew on you though, and you ended up fully embracing it. You even started to miss it, when Jay and Mouse had gotten a medical discharge and went home early. Then, you were a lonely Tagalong, without anybody to tag along with.

You came back home, though, and when you got back, your boys were there. Your boys missed you, you could feel it in the way they hugged you at the airport, how they wouldn’t let you go. They picked you up, helped you out when you were down. Through your struggles, they had your back, and you had theirs. Whatever you needed, no matter the hour, they were there for you in more ways than one. You were their Tagalong, and now, now you were back, with no plans of leaving.

Now, you worked with both of them in the Intelligence unit within CPD. You were a good detective, and a good asset to the unit. You brought a certain spunk, a certain charm to the unit. When you got paired up with Jay, it was like fate had brought you two together again. Both he and Mouse called you Tagalong, but they made it clear that they were the only ones allowed to call you that. You backed them up, not wanting the nickname to come from anyone else but them. The team respected your wishes, especially given the fact that the nickname came from your time in the Rangers.

There was one small problem with working with them. At times, the two of them could be a bit on the overprotective side. In the Rangers, you were Tagalong, the little sister of the group. But now, you were the same Tagalong, but you weren’t the baby anymore. You were new, but you weren’t a baby, and in Intelligence, there wasn’t room for that anyways. But Jay and Mouse were still protective of you. You’d never admit it, but secretly, you liked it. At bars, it came in handy to have one of them by your side. They always warded off creeps, and if any man tried to lay their hands on you, you wouldn’t even have to lift a finger. You could handle yourself just fine, but it was nice to not have to.

One night, you went on a bust with Intelligence. It was a routine operation, the same procedure you had been following since you got there. You were partnered with Jay, and the two of you were the dream team. As you crept through the dark halls of the warehouse, goosebumps erupted on your skin, and your stomach started to turn. You remembered that Mouse was in the van, waiting for you and Jay to come back out. He wouldn’t be able to know you were alive, not until you stepped out of that warehouse. You could radio, but then everyone would know.

You and Jay crept through the hall, flashing your light at any door or window you could find. Just as you were nearing the end, suddenly, gunshots resounded from the next room.

“Shots fired on the North Side of the building!” Jay said into his mic.

“Halstead, Y/n, move in!”

Mouse was listening in from the van. His hands wouldn’t stop fidgeting, and he couldn’t stop chewing at his bottom lip. You were in good hands; there was nobody better than Jay. But there was still the unknown, the unpredictable. That was what scared all three of you the most. It didn’t matter what training you had; nobody could predict with certainty another human’s actions. As you and Jay moved in, Jay slightly behind you to watch your back, you prayed to get back to Mouse.

“Mouse,” you whispered into your radio as you talked to him, “I gotta make this quick. I love you, I’m proud of you, and I’m always watching over you. I love you.”

Jay raised his eyebrow at what you were saying. This was not the time for a love confession, but at the same time it was. If you died during this, you wanted, no, you needed Mouse to know. Mouse was a blushing, worried, jittery mess. He needed to see you, needed to tell you that he felt the same. Jay, on the other hand, was crushed. He loved you too, but he could never tell you, not with his track record of dating partners. You’d probably think that you’d be another one of Jay Halstead’s conquests, when you were so much more than that.

Neither of the men realized that you had feelings for both of them.

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When you got out of the warehouse, Mouse ran over to you and wrapped you in the tightest embrace. He held you close to his chest, breathing in your scent. Nothing could have pulled him away from you in this moment. You were too important to him. Your arms were around his neck, tugging him close. Mouse’s arms were so warm and safe, and you wanted to stay there forever.

“I love you too,” he murmured as he pulled away. “I can’t believe that your radio went dead.”

“It’s okay. Take it up with the tech people.”

“Good work today, y/n,” Jay said, playfully nudging your shoulder. “You did good.”

“Thanks,” you said as you smiled up at Jay, “it means a lot.”

When you got back to the District, you, Jay and Mouse were the only ones there. Everybody else had gone home, exhausted, but the three of you were still there. You were downstairs with the three of them, drinking a beer in Mouse’s office. Mouse was in his chair, Jay was sitting in the chair next to him, and you were perched on the desk in front of the two of them.You looked down at your boys and gave them a smile. All of you were together, and you knew that you had to come clean.

“Jay, Mouse…you remember what I said earlier?”

“Yeah,” Mouse said, leaning back in his chair. “Why?”

“Well, it’s half-true. Not that I don’t love you, Mouse. I do, and in fact, I’m crazy about you. But…I’m also crazy about someone else. And I don’t know what to do, so I’m just going to come out and say it. I’m in love with the both of you.”

Both Jay and Mouse glanced at each other before then turning to you. They were intrigued. It wasn’t like the three of you hadn’t flirted among yourselves before, but this was different. This wasn’t just playful banter. You had just dropped a bombshell on them, a huge one at that. But then, they turned to each other with a wicked smile, and you were left in the dark on what they were thinking.

“Are you serious?” Mouse said, raising his eyebrow.

“Look, I know it-“ “No,” Jay said, standing up and coming over to you. “Don’t say anything.”

Jay got up, and he closed and locked the door to Mouse’s office. You looked between Mouse and Jay, incredibly confused as to what was going on. Putting your beer down, you said,

“What’s going on?”

Mouse pushed himself out of his chair and came to stand right in front of you, his face inches away from yours. You could see the way his lips parted, the way his eyes were fixated on yours. Jay came up behind you and swept your hair off your neck, his lips ghosting over your skin. It felt like electricity united the three of you, binding all of you together.

They wanted you, too.

“Are you two sure about this?” You whispered as Mouse leaned in to kiss you.

You didn’t get a verbal response. Instead, Jay attached his lips to your neck, while Mouse kissed your lips. The small gasp that tried to leave you was swallowed by Mouse’s perfect lips. Your hands moved up his back, feeling the slender, yet taut muscles under his shirt. He was never extremely muscular, never the biggest guy, but you could feel how fit he was.

“Mouse,” you breathed as he pulled away.

“Tell us, huh, Tagalong? How long?”

“I don’t remember…”

Jay chuckled against your skin as his rough hands snaked up the front of your shirt to cup your breasts through your clothes. You leaned back into him, and he playfully teased you,

“You don’t remember? Come on, Tags, use that pretty head..”

“Bet she gives it too,” Mouse quipped.

Your mouth fell open, but was quickly closed by Mouse reattaching his lips to yours. Jay’s hands pawed at your breasts, and his lips sucked a trail of love bites up your neck. He pulled away and came around to stand in front of you with Mouse. The two of them looked incredibly good side-by-side, and you had to reassure yourself that it wasn’t a dream. They actually wanted you. Both of them, they wanted you.

“What do you wanna do with her, huh, Mouse?”

“Well, let’s ask Tags that.”

They turned to you, and you swore that there was now a flood in your panties from the hungry way they looked at you. Their eyes were darkened with lust, and you felt like a lamb in between two lions. The use of your nickname made it that much more intimate, and it made you feel special. You looked up at the two men and flashed them a flirtatious smile.

“I’ll do whatever you want. I’m quite adventurous in bed…”

“Oh?” Jay asked as he turned to Mouse and chuckled. “Mouse, you hear this?”

“I do. Why don’t you get on your knees for us?” Mouse asked as he cupped your chin.

You licked your lips as you eagerly hopped down from the desk and got down on your knees. As you looked up at the two men standing above you, you wanted nothing more than to please them. They were your boys, and now, your lovers.

“Jay, you go first, then I’ll go. Sound good to you, Tags?”

You eagerly nodded, moving to kneel in front of Jay. Your hands ran up his thighs, feeling his strong muscles. Jay looked down at you, seeing the way you were eyeing his clothed erection, and he knew that he was in for a treat. You undid his belt and his jeans, and you looked up at him for permission to keep going.

“Go ahead,” Jay said, his hand resting on the side of your face. “Suck on my cock.”

You pulled out his cock, eyes widening at the size of it. He let out a soft chuckle, his hand brushing your hair aside. Mouse watched the scene with eager eyes, wanting nothing more than to be in Jay’s position. You looked over at Mouse as your lips wrapped around the tip of Jay’s cock.

“Fuck,” Jay groaned as you started to bob your head on his cock. He turned to Mouse and pointed down to you and Mouse let out a chuckle. “She feels amazing…”

You looked up at Jay and wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, pumping whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth. He let out soft groans, trying to keep quiet so nobody but the three of you could hear. As good as you felt, if the three of you were caught having sex in Mouse’s office, no amount of favors could get you out of that. You hollowed out your cheeks around Jay’s cock and swirled your tongue around him. He let out the sexiest groans as you sucked him off, eagerly working to please him. Your other hand rested on his thigh, feeling his muscles tense underneath you. Jay ran his hand through his hair, trying to keep himself in control. You felt so good, so warm around him.

Glancing over at Mouse, you looked directly at him as you sucked off Jay. You could see the bulge in Mouse’s pants, straining against his clothes. Mouse plamed himself through his clothes, desperate Turning back to Jay, you doubled your efforts to get him off. His hand found the back of your head and he guided your head up and down, biting his lip in an attempt to keep himself quiet. His cock twitched in your mouth, and within seconds, he was spilling his cum down your throat. Jay clamped his other hand over his mouth as his eyes closed, his release taking over your body. You smirked as you pulled off his cock, swallowing Jay’s cum and wiping your spit from your mouth with the back of your hand. He tasted so good, salty, musky, and you wanted to keep on tasting him.

“You’re amazing, holy shit..”

You chuckled before motioning for Mouse to come over and stand in front of you. You turned to him and undid his pants, taking out his cock. He was incredibly hard, and the tip of his cock was angrily red. Mouse’s cock was slightly shorter than Jay’s, but the two of them were by no means small. Your lips eagerly wrapped around the head, and Mouse’s mouth fell open as he let himself get lost in the feeling of your mouth on him.

“I told you she feels good, Mouse,” Jay chuckled as he sat in Mouse’s chair.

“You didn’t say how good..”

You smiled up at him, using your eyes since your mouth was stuffed. He used his hand to help guide you up and down, as you hollowed out your cheeks around him. Mouse let out quiet moans, gritting his teeth to keep himself quiet. But you could still hear him, hear how good he felt because of you.

“Fuck, Tags, you’re so good,” he moaned as you took him deeper. “Shit..”

You looked over at Jay, whose cock was already starting to harden again. He watched as you sucked Mouse off effortlessly. You loved looking up at him, watching the efforts of your work come to fruition. Your hand pumped whatever your mouth couldn’t take, wanting to give Mouse the same treatment you gave Jay.

“Oh, fuck,” Mouse groaned, his head rolling back. “You’re fucking…”

Your tongue swirled around his head before licking up the underside of his shaft. You sucked on him like he was a lollipop, wanting nothing more than to have him come undone because of your mouth. Your hands braced on his thighs as you bat your lashes up at Mouse. When he locked eyes with you, he nearly came at the sight. You just looked so beautiful, and it was only for him and Jay. Nobody else would see how pretty you looked like this.

Underneath your hands, you felt his muscles tense. As you looked up, his chest rose and fell rapidly as his breathing quickened. He let out breathier, higher-pitched groans as his release quickly approached. Your mouth worked twice as hard now, wanting to watch him come undone. If it was anything like Jay’s release, you would be in for a delicious visual treat. His cock twitched in your mouth, and shortly after, he spilled into your mouth, his hand tightening its grip on your hair.

“Holy shit,” he groaned as you pulled yourslef off of him.

You smiled up at him as you swallowed every last drop of his release. Like Jay, he tasted good: a bit salty, bitter, and yet, it was all of Mouse. You got up from your position on the floor, and Mouse’s hands undid the buttons on your jeans. He pulled your jeans and your panties down your legs, and he and Jay nearly fainted when they saw your exposed cunt.

“I wanna taste her so bad,” Jay murmured.”

“Alright, I’ll finger her while you eat her out?”

“Let’s do it.”

Jay dropped to his knees and he positioned himself in between your legs. He blew a stream of cool air onto your cunt, sending a jolt through your body. Jay and Mouse chuckled at your sensitivity, and you pouted.

“Jay,” you whined, “don’t be a tease..”

When his tongue licked a thin stripe up your cunt, your hands gripped the table to steady yourself. It was hot, not only because he was pleasing you, but because he wanted to please you and make you feel good. Jay’s tongue flicked over your clit, and you clamped a hand over your mouth to try and keep yourself quiet. Muffled moans escaped your mouth as Jay ate you out. His tongue was addictive; you had never been with a man that wanted to get you off as much as Jay did. Judging by how hard Jay’s cock was, he was enjoying this very much.

Mouse kissed the back of your neck as his hand snaked down to your cunt.

“You want this? Want my fingers buried in you?”

“Yes, oh God, yes!”

Mouse chuckled as he gently nibbled at your earlobe. You felt two of his long, slender fingers, the ones that would dance effortlessly over a keyboard, slide into your cunt. It was like the two men were angels, sent down to do nothing other than please you. You pushed yourself up so you were standing up, and you looked down into the prettiest pair of emerald eyes you’d ever seen. Jay’s eyes rolled back into his head as he ate you out, letting himself taste every drop you had to give him.

“Ah! Oh my God,” you moaned as Mouse’s fingers brushed your g-spot.

“This pussy feels heavenly, sweetheart. And from the way Jay’s looking? Bet it tastes just as good.”

Your face burned at Mouse’s filthy words. He knew exactly what to say to get you even more worked up. Jay’s mouth was preoccupied, giving you the best head you had ever received. He let out moans of appreciation as he tasted you, wanting nothing more than to stay buried in your pussy forever. One of your hands found his head, pushing him deeper into your cunt. Mouse’s expert fingers moved faster in you, and you were a mess between him and Jay. They were incredible; they knew how to please and how to make you feel good.

You could feel your orgasm approach like a runaway train. Every nerve, every part of you felt like there was sparks of electricity running through it. The two men pleasing you let their free hands roam over your body, learning where all your curves were. To them, you were their princess. You were the object of all their affections, the girl who they wanted nothing more than to give everything to. You clamped your free hand over your mouth as you tried to keep quiet, but Mouse pulled it down.

“Not happening. We want to hear those pretty moans, and if someone hears? Well, they’ll just know who’s making you feel good.”

You looked back at Mouse, who had the cockiest look on his face. But you couldn’t last, you felt the bubble that had been forming in your stomach grow too big.

“I’m-oh my God!” You yelped as you came all over Mouse and Jay.

Your orgasm came over you like a wave crashing on a beach. It was everything you could have dreamed of and more. You would never forget this experience, for more reasons than one. Mouse and Jay worked you down from your high, only stopping when the overstimulation became too much for you. You panted as they pulled away from you.

“Oh my God..” you sighed out as you turned around and leaned against the table,still in your post-orgasm bliss.

Mouse put his fingers in his mouth, cleaning them off and humming appreciatively at your taste. Your eyes widened as he looked directly at you, giving you a sultry wink. Jay got up from his spot on the floor, and he placed a deep, passionate kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on his tongue, moaning softly as he kissed you and pawed at your hips. He pushed you onto the table so you were sitting on it instead of standing next to it.

“She’s so sweet,” Mouse murmured as he wiped his fingers on his pants.

“I know. Now, you gotta pick, baby,” Jay said, his lips inches away from yours. “Who goes first?”

“Mouse. You got to get a blowjob first. C’mere, Mouse.”

Mouse had the most eager smile on his face as he came over and kissed you. His hands roamed your body, sliding up your shirt and cupping your breasts. You could feel him spread your legs, standing in between them.

“You want this?” He asked as he lined himself up with your entrance. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I want this so fucking bad,” you replied, giving him your best fuck-me eyes.

He slid one hand up and around the back of your neck, and his eyes locked on yours as he pushed in. But as he buried himself in you, you watched as his eyes softened and closed, trying to commit this feeling to memory. You looked over at Jay and pulled him in for a kiss, tugging him in by his shirt’s collar.

“Fuck,” you murmured against Jay’s lips as you felt Mouse bury himself inside of you. “Feels so good..”

“You’re driving us crazy, Tags,” Mouse murmured as he kissed your neck. “So fucking good…”

When Mouse finally started to move, your breath was taken away. He slowly thrusted in and out of you, not wanting to hurt you. Jay’s lips trailed down your jawline to your neck, nipping at your smooth skin. He softly chuckled as you let out soft moans and whimpers as the two men had their way with you. Mouse started to pick up the pace, hitting your g-spot with every puncture of his hips. Your arms instinctively went around Mouse’s neck, and he pulled you close.

“Jay,” Mouse groaned as his hands rested on your hips, digging into the soft flesh, “she’s so fucking tight..”

“Yeah?” Jay huskily whispered as his hand snaked up your throat. “You’re such a good girl for us..”

Jay’s lips laid hot, wet kisses up your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You dug your nails into Mouse’ back as he fucked you, hitting every single pleasure point inside you. His hands pressed into your hips, leaving marks you were sure would be there for days. He angled himself upwards, and your eyes widened at the new angle. Now, he was hitting a completely different spot in you, one that you hadn’t even known you had.

“Oh fuck! Yes, yes yes!”

“Feel good? Yeah?” Mouse chuckled as he grit his teeth to try and contain himself.

You felt so good, almost like he had died and gone straight to heaven. Your walls fluttered around him as you reached down and rubbed your clit. He kissed you, taking your lip in between his teeth as he pounded into you. Jay started stroking his cock, mesmerized by the way you and Mouse fit together. He was so turned on, watching his best friend and you fuck. There was no way he could wait to be inside you, not with how good you and Mouse looked together.

“Look over at Jay, see how hard he is? Look, he’s jerking himself off ‘cause of you. Give him a kiss, Tags, cause after I’m done with you, it’s his turn.”

You whimpered as you kissed Jay, slipping your tongue into his mouth, bringing him close to you. Mouse kept pounding into you, and you pulled away from Jay, unable to contain your moans anymore. Your fingers rubbed quick circles on your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Every part of you felt amazing. Mouse’s chest heaved up and down, his breathing quickening again as he chased his high. Your walls fluttered around him, clenching down on his cock. He grit his teeth, saying,

“Holy shit, baby!”

You clutched onto him, mouth falling open in a silent scream as your orgasm crashed over you. Everything felt so good, so overwhelmingly good,a nd you ddin’t want it to stop. Tears pricked your eyes as your shaky breath slowly returned to normal and the electric feeling in your body subsided. Mouse kept thrusting into you, groaning out as your walls fluttered around him. You felt his thrusts grow sloppy, and he buried himself deep inside of you as he came. He bit down on your shoulder, making you cry out as you held him close. The two of you panted, and Mouse ran his hand through his hair as he slowly pulled out of you.

“Fuck,” you winced, missing the feeling of being full.

“How you feeling?” Mouse murmured, kissing your cheek.

“So good…almost like I want a round 2…”

Jay chuckled and he took Mouse’s place in between your legs.

“Wanna try a different position?” Jay asked, running his hands up your sides. “You bent over his desk?”

Your eyes lit up and you licked your lips, eager to try something new. You hopped off the desk and turned around, showing off your bare ass to Jay and Mouse. Jay positioned himself behind you, lining himself up with your entrance. You wiggled your ass in anticipation, looking over your shoulder at the handsome man behind you. Jay gave your ass a gentle slap, and you softly gasped. He leaned over and whispered,

“You want this?” “Yes, please,” you begged, trying to push your ass on him.

He smirked and slowly pushed in, groaning out at the combined feeling of your walls and Mouse’s cum surrounding his cock. Never did he think that he would enjoy this, but he was having the time of his life. Somethign about the idea of someone watching and also tag-teaming the same girl just made sex seem so much more adventurous and fun.

“Holy fuck,” Jay groaned, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“You’re so fucking good,” you whimpered, looking over your shoulder at him.

You felt him slowly start to pick up the pace, knowing that you were already prepped from Mouse. He had one hand on your throat and one on your hip, and you moaned at the contrast of his rough, calloused hand, versus your smooth skin. Your hips met Jay’s thrusts, begging him for more than what he was giving you. Mouse watched you and Jay, big blue eyes admiring the two of you from his spot on his other table. You looked over at him and winked, before turning back to look at Jay.

“You like that? I think you like when one of us is watching.”

You nodded, eyes widening when Jay gave a particulary hard thrust. He was thicker than Mouse, and you were whimpering at the stretch. Jay grabbed your chin and turned your face so you were looking at him. He chuckled at how adorable you looked, lips pursed together and eyes wide and pouty. Jay’s hips slapped against your ass, and he let his head roll back as he got lost in your body. He pulled you up so your back was pressed up to his chest, his breath fanning on your ear and the back of your neck. You bit down on your lip, struggling to keep quiet. His hand snaked down from its place on your hip and moved to rub your clit. Your body jerked in response, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Jay had been jerking himself off, too turned on by watching you and Mouse fuck to resist touching himself. He wasn’t going to last much longer, not with how you were clenching around him and how good you felt. If he never fucked any other girl, he would be perfectly fine with that.

You let out strained whimpers, desperately craving the release that was fast approaching. Jay growled against your neck, his voive strained with need,

“Gonna cum? Fuck, I’m so fucking close..”

You nodded as you pulled him in, your lips crashing onto his. Your body was going limp, muscles weak from the complete ecstasy you had been in twice so far tonight. But the pleasure was so much more powerful than the weakness in your legs. Instead of fighting it, not wanting to deal with the inevitable shaky legs that would follow, you let it overtake you one last time, body lurching forward as another orgasm washed over you. You let out a sharp cry of pleasure as you released once more onto Jay’s cock, your juices exploding around him. He sharply thrusted into you, burying himself to the hilt as he released as well.

The two of you panted, completely worn out. Your legs were shaky; you were like a human version of Bambi. Mouse and Jay helped you pull up your pants and underwear, which luckily, were only pooled around your ankles. They kissed wherever they could find bare skin, reducing you to a blushing, giggling mess.

“Let’s get you home, hm, baby?” Jay asked, helping you stand up. “Have a beer, order some pizza?”

“Oh, I can get behind that,” Mouse quipped.

You giggled as you leaned on them, letting them help you out. All this, because you had to be impulsive and confess to them. Though, you couldn’t complain, not after what just happened. The only thing you could do was enjoy the fun and love.

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 7 months ago

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Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz: Crazy

You stormed down to the tech lab anger and panic filling the space in your chest. You see your boyfriend sitting in front of a computer typing on a computer with headphones on. He is clearly absorbed in his work and doesn’t notice you until you make it into his peripheral vision. He glances up and into a window seeing your reflection behind him. He swivels in his chair, a smile on his face at the sight of you. It quickly drops off his face when he notices your expression. “Baby...?”

“When were you going to tell me?” You demand, stopping a foot in front of him. He sits up straighter in his chair and you can tell he is evaluating you. Your jaw is tight with tension, arms crossing over your chest in a distinctively closed-off position. Putting distance between you and him and defending yourself from the emotional blow you felt was coming.

When Mouse found no clues but anger on your face, he started searching his memory for things that could have brought on this confrontation. He came up empty-handed. You two had always had a very open way of communication, something Mouse wasn’t used to, that often killed problems before they had time to develop. “You know, I’m a lot better at this whole thing when I actually know what we are fighting about.”

You scoffed at him, shaking your head in disbelief. Your frustration and anger with him were building and you could feel it getting ready to explode through your chest. Mouse could see the emotions bubbling up inside you. He tried to defuse the situation. He stayed calm keeping his voice even as he slid his chair closer to you instead of standing to keep himself smaller. “Hey baby, c’mon now. Talk to me.”

His hands reached for your hips to try to soothe you. You push the folded paper against his chest a little harder than necessary. You pull your hand back and watch the paper drop into his lap. “I’m talking about this! I can’t believe you didn’t have the decency to give me a heads up, or I don’t know have a conversation before making life-altering decisions for us.” Mouse’s confused blue gaze stayed on you, as he grappled for the paper and unfolded it. He looked down to see what the fuss was about. He stilled when he saw the paper. “Well, say something!” You demand when he stays silent.

He looks back up at you, blue eyes soft. “Sweetheart, I think you have the wrong idea.” He says gently but it only has the effect of amping you up even more. It sounds like a brush-off- him condescending you.

“I’m not stupid. It’s a release to go back to your unit. The Ranger’s 75th unit.” Your voice is getting louder, and you are pointing at him angrily. He stays strangely calm as he offers the half-filled paper back out to you.

“Yeah, you're right. But sweetie look at the date.” His long finger taps the top corner of the page where the date is printed in black ink. You had seen it before it was dated out a month ago. But when your eyes scan back over the page you notice the year. The paper wasn’t from a month ago but a year and a month ago. Your mouth parts into a silent O as your arms drop down. You reach for the paper and Mouse hands it over without any resistance. You bring the paper back up to reread again to make sure that your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you.

This time when Mouse reaches for your hips you don’t take a step back. “I-wait what?” You mumble as you rake a hand through your hair. He smoothed his hands down your sides and to your thighs. He pulled you closer to him easing you down onto his lap. He traces his hand down your thigh.

“I was offered to go back to my unit last year. They needed a proficient comms tech. I was struggling with being out of the field here. I felt like...” He paused still struggling with emotions though it had become easier. “Like it would be best for me to go back. Back where I knew that I was the good guy.”

You searched his blue eyes, “What happened?”

“I had a felony.” You tried not to let the shock show on your face. You knew that he had done some sketchy things when he got back from the service, but you didn’t know that he had caught a felony. “It was nothing crazy. I was caught with a truck of stolen Blu-Ray players.” He coughs as he adds, “And hacking into the Department of Defense.”

“You what- why would you hack- you know what, it doesn’t even matter.” Mouse gave you a grateful nod- though he would have told you. “So, you couldn’t go.” He tilted his head back and forth indecisively.

“Not necessarily, I just needed to get it expunged from my record.”

“But you couldn’t?” You rub his arm comfortingly. You were trying to squash your gratefulness that it hadn’t worked out for him. If it had the two of you would have ever been here now. In the relationship with a man, you loved.

He smiled fondly at you, “I did actually.”

“Then why-?” He squeezed your thigh firmly.

“Well, I was on my way to convince Jay to help me get it expunged. When I bumped into this beautiful girl at the coffee shop.” The breath caught in your chest. You search his face, a warm loving smile on his lips. He cupped your cheek, tracing your cheekbone with a calloused thumb.

“You gave it up for a girl you just met? That crazy.”

“No, I still went through the motions to go back. Keep in contact with my supervisor, went through the process to get my felony expunged.” He paused seeing the tears mist your eyes. Wiping away the tear when it rolled down your cheek. “But I spent time with you too. By the time I got the paper signed for my record to be cleared, I didn’t want to leave you. I knew if I did that would be the end of it for us. And I knew something was there. You were a light in my life. Leaving that without giving it a real shot- that would have been crazy.”

I hate that Mouse left. Now I changed it so that he gets to stay. <3 I’m starting a tag list if you would like to be added, just leave a comment saying so.

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dandelionfairyyy · 1 year ago

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Just decided to split my still not finished Mouse-fic into 3 parts 😂 otherwise I won’t ever find an end.

I’m gonna post it the next couple days. So be ready for the first part. 🫶✨

(I am soooo nervous what you’ll think about it 😭😭😭)

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thegirlwhobrokeintothetardis · 2 years ago

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A Gentle Voice (Greg Gerwitz x Reader)

Word Count: 2,106

Pairing: Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x Reader

Summary: You got kidnapped by members of an aggressive incel group, and thought that this was how you were going to die. But a group of the Chicago PD are able to save you; now you just need to help them find the group that did this. Only one problem: You can’t talk.

Warnings: Graphic details of beatings and abuse, mentions of blood, violence against women, and swears.

A/N: So this was based off an idea by an anonymous sender asking for more mouse imagines. And since I am on a break from work (i’m okay, I just work at an elementary school and its summer vacation lol) I thought I would get some writing done :) I hope you all enjoy, and if anyone else has ideas for imagines you want me to write, send me a message!

I’m going to die.

You still remember the moment where you knew something was wrong when you were walking home from your job at the tech firm. It was late, not crazy late, but late enough where the street lights started to flicker on. The clicking of your footsteps soon stepped in sync with someone else’s, and before you could pull out your phone or your mace, a bag was thrown over your head and with a hard hit with something, you were out.

Now here you were, who knows how many days have passed, in a jail cell of a room, trying to anticipate when your kidnappers would come back for another round of smacking you around with the assorted weapons at their disposal. This group has been trying to extract some info about a set of code you had recently written to help one of the biggest banks in Chicago with their security; you assumed to rob it. You’ve also heard murmurings from outside your door about how they needed the money, for what though you didn’t know.

While curled up in a corner, trying to prepare yourself for the inevitable; that you were not going to make it out, you were shocked by a big BANG that shook the walls that surrounded you. You could here shouting, many voices echoing around as the scuttering of footsteps getting closer and closer to where you were being kept. You tried to push yourself further into the corner, and as the door swung open your hid your head in your lap with your arms over your head for protection.

“Hello?”

Slowly, you raised you head and squinted as a flash of light caught your eyes. In front of you was three people; two men and a woman. They had guns in their hands and bulletproof vests labeled with POLICE.

“Ma’am? Ma’am are you okay?” The taller man asked, his brown hair slicked back and his blue eyes looking at you with concern. With a shaky nod, the woman cop slowly comes over to you and kneels down.

“Are you Y/F/N Y/L/N?” Another nod, and the woman cop looks to her friends then back at you, offering her hand. “I’m Detective Lindsay, and we’re here to get you home.”

A flood of tears well up in your eyes and you reach out and grab her hand, her grip firm and comforting as she helps you up and out of your nightmare.

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Hours have passed, and Detectives Lindsay and Halstead are standing outside a hospital room where you were sleeping off the meds the doctors had given you. Erin and Jay watch you through the window as the doctor walked over to them, clipboard and your chart at hand. “Detectives?”

“Yes.” Erin said, straightening up. “How is she?”

“Y/N is sedated now, but looks like she might be here for a couple days. With contusions on her legs, two broken ribs and a concussion, we would want to keep an eye on her before sending her home. We also had to administer a rape kit after seeing the bruising on her legs.”

“These guys really worked her over.” Jay murmurs, looking at you again before turning back to his partner.

“When she wakes up, please give us a call. We need to ask her some questions about the people that kidnapped her.” Erin hands the doctor her card and is about to turn and walk away when the doctor’s voice makes the cops’ stop.

“That might be an issue.” Erin and Jay turn back around and walk back to the doctor, looks of confusion present on their faces. “When she got to the hospital before being sedated, Y/N stopped answering any and all questions presented to her.”

“Like she’s refusing to talk? Why would she do that?” Jay asked.

The doctor shook their head and pulled their clipboard to their chest, “The head of psych, Dr. Daniel Charles, believes that Y/N has developed Psychogenic Mutism. Basically because of the trauma Y/N has endured, her mind has shut off that part of her brain that allows her to communicate. It’s not that she is choosing to not speak; it is that she feels physically unable to.” They explained, glancing over in your direction as she progressed.

“How long will that last?”

“It could be days, weeks, or it could go on for years. This type of trauma response is very unpredictable because we are not just dealing with the health of the patient. We are dealing with their mental health and it they feel safe and secure enough that their mutism can subside.”

Erin looked over at you again and sighed, hating that not only had the people responsible hurt you and taken away your feeling of safety, they also somehow took away your voice.

Over the next few days, it was explained to you that an investigation was open on your kidnapping and subsequent abuse. A Dr. Charles also visited frequently about what he called your “mutism”. He ended up giving you a whiteboard and marker so you could write, but whenever he brought up your attack, it was like your brain would shut down. The first time it happened, you woke up to Dr. Charles standing over you, telling you that you had a panic attack and passed out. After that, Dr. Charles and others were very careful what to bring up around you.

Eventually, you were released from the hospital and given your own police protection detail just incase those guys tried to take you again. The Detectives that found you, mainly Detective Lindsay, would visit and say how you were, and if you had thought of anything useful to help the investigation, but it was no use. One one day, you were asked to come to 21st District to look at some pictures of possible perps, and you were dreading it. It was the first time you had left the house since being released from the hospital and you had made your apartment your safety bubble; essentially everything in the bubble was good, and everything outside was dangerous. But some righteous part of you wanted to see the people responsible for your attack put to justice, so you got into the police cruiser of one of your protection detail, and made your way to the 21st.

Inside the district, you were met with a sturdy-looking older woman behind the desk of the main floor. She looked like the one in charge, her eyes never wavering even when you walked over to her. The officers with you, you think their names were Burgess and Roman, explained who you were, and you were buzzed up to the upper level which was explained to you that was where the Intelligence Unit was. After arriving to the office space, officers Burgess and Roman were called over their walkies, the sudden noise making you jump.

Officer Roman moved to answer the call as Burgess moved closer to you, “Sorry. It looks like we need to go. Lucky though you are in the safest place for you to be right now.” she said with a reassuring smile. “There is a civilian who works for the unit; he is their tech expert and used to work with Detective Halstead when they were Rangers. We’ll get him to come up and stay with you until the unit comes back.”

You nodded as Burgess and Roman walked down the stairs back down to the main flor of the district, leaving you alone for what feels like the first time in weeks. You took a seat at one of the desks, and fiddled with your hands as the silence around you started to press down on you.

I’m alone...The last time I was alone I was taken...I-I don’t want to be alone...I-I-I

Suddenly the room felt like it was moving, a swaying motion that didn’t bring you any comfort. Your lungs felt like they couldn’t get enough breath as you tried to get more air into them, and slowly your brain realized that you were hyperventilating. You were so concerned with trying to breathe that you didn’t hear someone enter the space you were in or how they moved closer to you quickly. It wasn’t until there was a hand falling on your shoulder that made you jump out of your seat and look up.

In front of you was a man with combed back brown hair and striking blue eyes, wearing a spotted black-and-white button-up shirt and jeans. The look he was giving you was full of concern, but not edging on pity which was mostly what you’ve seen since your attack. It took a second to realize that his mouth was moving and words were leaving his lips.

“-ear me? Hey, can you hear me? You need to breathe, okay? Match my breathing.” He said, his tone calming and rumbling like a faraway thunderstorm. Slowly, you were able to take deeper and deeper breaths, your heart slowing down until the panic attack subsided. Tears started to drift into your vision as a wave of exhaustion encompassed you all the way to your bones. “Its okay, its always a bit overwhelming after an attack like that.”

You nodded as you wiped away your tears to try and regain some composure, but the man didn’t seem bothered by the tears. He gave you a small smile and patted your lap before getting up and heading to the side kitchen. There was noise of ceramic clanking together and the sound of water, and a couple of minutes later he came back with a cup of tea. “Tea really helps. I have a cup after I have my panic attacks and its a nice calming drink to help ground me.” He explained, handing over the cup.

You sip from the cup, the smell of flowers of some kind and the taste of some kind of sweetener warmed your chest and let a small smile appear on your face. The man smiled at your calm exterior before pulling over a chair and sitting next to you, “Officer Burgess explained they were watching over you but had to leave, I’ve been helping the unit on your case so I know you can’t speak. That’s okay though. I’m Greg, by the way. Greg Gerwitz, but everyone calls me Mouse.”

You look over with a confused look on your face, which made Mouse laugh, “Its a very long story, trust me you don’t want to hear it.” You smiled again, a little bigger than before, and you two spent the next few minutes in conversation. Well, with Mouse talking and you listening, but it was the closest to a normal conversation you’ve had in weeks.

“-and then Jay, Detective Halstead, started running around like crazy, shucking off his shirt in the barracks looking for the spider.” Mouse said, laughing at the memory of Jay freaking out because of a spider. You were smiling and before you could even notice, your mouth was moving.

“What happened after that?”

Mouse turned to you in shock, and you stared back wide eyed as your hand came up to your mouth. “Oh my god.”

“Did...Did you just speak?” Mouse asked, his full attention now on your next move. You paused, thinking that you had both imagined that, but then went to try to speak again.

“H-Hi.”

Mouse’s shocked expression turned into a smile, “Hi.”

Just as the two of you were in the middle of a moment, the gate leading to the bullpen downstairs clanged shut with the follow up sound of multiple footsteps coming up the stairs. Mouse and you both turned to see Detective Lindsay, Detective Halstead and a few others walking into the room.

“Y/N, sorry for making you wait. I hope our tech expert Greg wasn’t that bad of company.” Jay said jokingly, giving Mouse a smirk. Before Mouse could open his mouth to reply, you stood up.

“N-No, he was great company.” You said as you watched Detective Lindsay and Halstead’s jaws drop at the sound of your voice. “He even helped me find my voice.”

“So you can talk now.” A voice said as an older man walked out to the front of the group. Clearly he was the Sargent Voight Mouse had mentioned to you earlier, the head of the Intelligence Unit. “Does that mean you’ll be able to help us with your case?”

You looked back to Mouse who gave you a reassuring smile, then turned back to the unit, “I’ll tell you everything.”

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years ago

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Empathy - Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz x Reader

Trigger Warning: Depression

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It was dark outside of Greg’s bedroom window, so dark that he couldn’t see any evidence of the street below. There was only his reflection. A sickly, hollowed man staring back at him

He tried to smile but the edges of his mouth wouldn’t comply, instead his lips pursed together forming a grimace. He couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled. It used to be so easy, so frequent…

He didn’t recognise that person anymore.

The one that sang in the shower, that took pleasure in the little things like that first sip of coffee in the morning, or the smell of freshly cut grass. His motions felt mechanical, as if his body were simply working through the same routine it always it.

“Greg…”

The sound of his name rolling off your lips drew him out of his thoughts. He glanced over his shoulder to see you standing in the doorway of the bedroom. You were wrapped up in a long woollen overcoat, your hair was damp, darkened from the rain outside Greg guessed.

He frowned turning his attention back to the window. He hadn’t even noticed it was raining. He could hear your movements behind him, the clatter of the spare set of keys on the surface of the dresser, the rustle of clothing. He was always aware of your presence.

“Greg, you’ve not been answering my calls.” You said quietly, your footsteps light as you approached. “I was worried.”

He hadn’t been answering anybody’s calls. He’d thrown his cell phone on the coffee table and not bothered to look at it since. Even the act of picking it up seemed exhausting.

“Greg…” You said once more, your hand enclosed on Greg’s shoulder.

Greg inhaled deeply at the sensation, entranced for a moment by the flush of heat that always seemed to resonate through his body whenever you touched him. He felt heavy, fatigued even as he turned to face you.

There was no question that you saw the anguish in his eyes. You mouth fixed in a grim line, vibrant eyes burning with empathy.

“Come here.” You murmured.

Greg found himself enveloped in your arms. He held himself stiffly for a moment, surprised by the reaction before he melted into the embrace, burying his face in the hollow of your throat. He inhaled the scent of your perfume, that soft floral scent flooding his sinuses as he gripped your coat in tightly bunched fists. Your palm came to rest on the back of his neck, your thumb softly soothing over the Greg’s sensitive skin.

“I’ve got you.” You whispered into his ear. “Whatever you need Greg, I’m here.”

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thebookreader12345 · 3 years ago

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From Hate to Love

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"God you're so infuriating," I seethe.

"Oh and you're not?" Mouse retorted. "I mean, you're on my ass all the time!"

"I am not," I argue.

"Guys, we're not gonna do this again. Stop it!" Jay ordered.

"Tell that to Y/n," Mouse grumbled.

"That's it. I'm tired of you guys fighting. We're putting an end to this right now. Lets go," Jay urged and gestured for us to follow him.

Jay led us down to the basement, and I thought we might have been going to the tech room, but instead Jay brought us over to the cage. And when Mouse and I got too close to the entrance, Jay shoved us inside, closing the door behind us.

"Hey!" I shout and pound against the chain link fence as Jay locked the door. "What the hell, Jay!"

"You two are gonna sort out whatever problem you have with each other," Jay declared. "I'll be back down in one hour. Until then, have fun."

I sighed and turned to Mouse. "Do you think he'll let us out if we figure this out right now?"

"I don't know," Mouse confessed. "Why? Do you have something to say?"

"I've never really hated you," I admit. "I guess I just turned to hating you because I didn't want to tell you how I really felt."

"How you really...." Mouse trailed off. "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to say that I like you, Mouse. A lot," I tell him. "And I know chances are you don't feel the same way but-"

Mouse cut me off. "Just shut up and kiss me."

And I did. I pressed my mouth to his, moving my hands up to tangle themselves in his hair. Mouse grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him, closing the distance between our bodies. For a few seconds, the two of us were enveloped in one another, but that all changed when someone started clapping at the other end of the room. I pulled away from Mouse to see who it was, and saw that it was Jay, who was leaning against the doorframe to the entrance of the stairs.

"Finally!" Jay cheered. "We've all been waiting for you guys to get together for forever."

"Yeah yeah yeah," Mouse muttered. "Now can you let us out of here?"

Jay laughed. "Sure. We should probably get back to work anyways. Don't want Voight to catch us slacking off."

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midnightsconspiracy · 4 years ago

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Chicago Pd

Newbie - Detective Y/N Y/LN is the newest member of the intelligence unit only just transferred from her previous job at narcotics. It’s your first day and already some tension arises between you and the infamous Hank Voight.

Snooze - Your job takes so much energy from you daily, so five more minutes in bed is just what you need, right? But a certain someone seems to disagree.

Faith Restored - When an argument with your husband causes you to walk out, a vendetta against him leads to you being kidnapped. But will Hank find you in time to be reunited with him and your child?

Out of The Blue - After experiencing a hard day at work, your boyfriend decides to treat you to some of your favourite things. Although he may or may not have another surprise in store for you.

Insecurities - Hank seems to be jealous of a certain friend of yours.

The Missing Piece - Hank being jealous of your and Jay’s platonic relationship leads to a relationship of his own

The Missing Piece Pt.2 - Finally after confessing to you, Hank takes you on multiple dates, but will you finally become an exclusive couple

The Missing Piece Pt.3 - Now that you and Hank are exclusive, its finally time to tell the rest of the team

Tribute - Hanks job keeps him away at your biggest time of need when you’re in labour

A Single Glance - When Hank comes home in the middle of the night you’re left angry, but sometimes his affection can erase those bad feelings

Recollection - A drunk night ends with you in your bosses bed, but he won’t admit to it until someone else makes a move

Recollection Pt.2 - After that fateful talk in his office, your relationship continues to develop further

Stubborn - You and Hank as both so stubborn. So arguments can be tough, but eventually one of you always caves in

Grief - Stricken - Whether hank wanted a baby or not was a question that floated around your mind as you found out you were pregnant. But that didn’t matter now as you find out you lost the baby.

Grief - Stricken Pt.2 - The aftermath of losing your baby and how you manage to rebuild your lives up once again

Here Come Trouble - Date night gets ruined by some guys who couldn’t stop the temptation of flirting with you.

Loved up - Al loves the fact he’s played matchmaker to yours and Hank’s relationship

Blame - Having a baby without telling their father was hard, what was harder was when that baby’s father was Hank Voight

Finally - You’d never felt love in your previous relationship, losing trust in everyone, except for the mysterious detective who just happens to save you

Father Figure - Hank would never be a replacement for your son’s deceased father but he would that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t see him as a second dad

Sucker Punch - You've never really been one for a fight, but sometimes someone just pushes you a little bit too far

Stages of Grief - You’re there when Justin passes, and so you have to watch your husband go through the five stages as he grieves his son

Choose Your Lover w/ Jay - An Interactive Choose Your Own Path Story - Joining the intelligence unit is nerve-wracking, but what happens when you have a crush on multiple members and they seem to also make advances towards you

Her Knight In Shining Armour - You’ve told your daughter stories of the valiant Sir Voight, but what happens when she finally meets her hero

Disturbance - Sometimes you just need some alone time with your husband, but it seems like your son would disagree

Compromise - All you want is to sleep next to your husband, even if it isn’t in the most conventional way

Daycare - Hank finally gets to spend some quality time with his son, little did he know the boy had changed a lot since their last time together.

Realisation - He always took for granted the things he had before they're gone

Guaranteed - Sometimes life is not guaranteed, neither is Hank Voight

The Clothes Bandit - Jay's just finding out about your little secret, you love to steal his shirts.

Afraid - Erin left Jay completely heartbroken, taking him years to finally open himself up again. But when you enter a new fling with him, nobody would have guessed that some emotional trauma from it remained

Thankful - When you and jay finally get the news that yours pregnant, everything seems too good to be true. Until one day when something seems off, rushing to the hospital to try and figure out if your dreams were to be crushed

Reunited - You and Jay met during his time at the Rangers, establishing a relationship whilst you served. But now Jay’s gone and you remain, what happens when you finally get to go home?

Intrusive Thoughts - Jay had never previously opened up about his time in the Rangers, but when a scene on the tv triggers him, he’s forced to talk about it and face the realities of needing to break the cycle of pain

Frozen - A suspect says something that particularly gets under your skin, prompting Jay to help you get over it

Consolation - Jay’s perfect to you, but in your eyes, you’re definitely not. This leads you to distance yourself and prepare for heartbreak until Jay reassures you otherwise.

Battle Scars - Jay has a lot of memories from his time in the war, some that are on his body. One cosy night he decides that maybe he should tell you where they're from.

Bonding Time - In order to bring you and Jay closer you try and endure something he really loves, football.

Unwanted Return - Erin comes back to Chicago, wanting to reclaim the man she once had, the man that was now yours.

Comrade - You served with both Jay and Mouse but still serve after they are deployed, so you decide to surprise them at the district.

Instincts - Jay’s past has caused him a lot of trauma in the form of PTSD, and an episode finally breaks your bubble of perfection

High School Reunion - The one girl who hated you during high school just so happens to target your boyfriend during the reunion

Fight For You - Your break up with Jay left feelings unresolved, and so when he sees you on a date with another person he gets very angry

Betrayal - As he’s undercover Jay develops a relationship with a certain someone, little do they know a pregnancy will be a result of it

Limits - Jay cheated on you before and although he’d promised to never hurt you again, there is only so much you can take

Choose Your Lover w/Hank - An Interactive Choose Your Own Path Story - Joining the intelligence unit is nerve-wracking, but what happens when you have a crush on multiple members and they seem to also make advances towards you

History Pt.1 - You don’t know much about Jay’s family but there seems to be a reason for that

History Pt.2 - More surprised lie in wait for you that evening

The Other Woman - She had always been there despite him telling you otherwise

Perception - Sometimes you need to put your heart before your head, especially when it comes to Jay Halstead,

Office Romance? - It's Mouse’s first day in the 21st district. Jay introduces him to the whole team, except you who seems to always be out until you finally meet at Molly’s and completely hit it off

Bed Ridden - Mouse plays carer for the day when you wake up one morning with the flu

Public Opinion - Being a public defender made you rather unpopular, especially with your new boyfriend's co-workers

Night Terrors - One of Mouse’s nightmares takes him by surprise, leaving you to try and help him get through the emotional time

Decisions - Years after your all discharged from the Rangers you all reunite, some in better ways than others

Wake up Call - Kevin works hard at his job so he deserves all the sleep he can get, but sometimes you just want to see him before he leaves for the day.

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