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It’s an off-duty shooting, something that no one expects to happen, least of all Greg.

You’d caught the bullet when you’d stepped out of the precinct, hurrying down the steps because you were running late to meet him at the observatory.

The stupid thing?

It wasn’t even meant for you; it was meant for the officer two steps behind you.

Greg remembers listening to the voicemail you’d left him that day. You’d been locking away your case files when you’d left it.

“Sorry Greg, I’m running late again. I’ll be there as soon as I can. Love you.”

He listens to that voicemail in the dead of night when he lies there in bed alone, staring at your pillow.

As he sits in the church, his gaze on the coffin in front of him, he recalls that morning. The sunlight playing across your bare skin as you made love to him for the last time. He remembers the way your fingertips traced over his scars, the noise that left your mouth when you hit that high. He relives every single one of those moments when he’s in the shower praying for a miracle.  

When the curtain sweeps around the coffin, he feels the agony tearing in his chest because he knows what happens next. You’d made your wishes very clear when you’d talked about it one night.

Scatter me in the lake by the cabin, you’d told him.

His chest had gotten a little tight then because a lot of your special moments had happened up there. The first time he’d said I love you, the night he’d proposed.

I want to live in on those memories, you had explained.

 Jay’s hand comes to rest on his shoulder, and he inhales, trying to stave off the stinging in his eyes. He promised himself he wouldn’t cry today, that he’d get through the funeral and grieve on his own terms.

A bottle of booze and a couple of pills to take the edge off. He’d slipped back into old habits since you’d been gone. He thinks about the gun in his nightstand, the one he’d bought from his dealer two days ago.

Tonight he’s going to do it, tonight he’s going to join you.

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Let’s get married today (Greg ‘Mouse’ Gerwitz x reader)

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Paring: Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x Reader

Universe: One Chicago

Word Count: 1227

Warnings: speaking about anxiety and stress, marriage. 

Summary: The one where Mouse is stressing about their wedding. 

Author’s note: My loves, today I have for you drabble wit this sweet guy, Greg Gerwitz! I just miss him so much in Chicago P.D., so I wrote this...

Please let me know what you thinking about this one! Your comments, likes and reblogs mean a world to me!

In advance, I am sorry about every grammar mistake and misspellings. English is not my first language.

In advance, I am sorry about every grammar mistake and misspellings. English is not my first language.Y/N smiled widely, hearing loud laughs of Sylvie and Kim. All girls of Firehouse 51 and District 21 were here together, helping Y/N prepare for her wedding. She felt overwhelming happiness and warm in her chest - it was the day when she would marry the love of her life - Greg Gerwitz. She looked at the mirror and thought that she looked beautiful in that white dress made of lace. She felt how Mouse's mother put her hand on her arm with a big, teary smile. She touched her hand, and couldn't believe that soon they would become a family. Earlier that day, they had a little talk, and an older woman gave her pearl earrings that belonged to Mouse grandma, which she proudly wore at this moment. Everything was just perfect, and she was so excited to start this next chapter with Mouse. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Erin. She saw that she typed on her phone with a concerned face. When their eyes met, she knew that something was not right. She rested her hand on her stomach and turned to the detective. 

"Erin?" Y/N smiled a little. "Everything okay?" 

"Yeah... It was Jay. He wrote that Mouse is freaking out a little. He asked if you could talk before the ceremony. And they know that he can't see you before." 

With that, Y/N became worried. She knew Greg's past and that because of everything he saw in the war zone, he could be very insecure about himself. She knew that the doubt that somebody could love him unconditionally because of the person he became in the army. In all their relationships, she always tried to show him that she cares about him and every part of him. She showed him that she is ther for him no matter what and she would always try to find a solution for them. She looked at his mother who signed. 

"Of course, we can talk... Where is my phone?" She looked around the room to find that thing. 

"Actually, they are outside." 

"Oh... Okay, can you give us a few minutes, please? I promise that he won't see the dress." 

She watched as all the women went out of the room. She heard Kim telling Mouse that he couldn't see her, and she was sure that his mother kissed him on the forehead with tears in eyes. She smiled at that thought and came closer to the door, placing hand on them.

"Greg, are you there?" She called softly, closing her eyes. 

"Yeah, I'm here." Of the sound of his voice, she could say that he was stressed and it made her worry even more. 

"What's wrong baby?" 

"Nothing...I just needed to hear your voice. I... I was worried that you could change your mind about the wedding and won't come."

"Greg, you silly boy!" She couldn't help but smile. "You know that I wouldn't do such a thing to you! Especially without talking to you. You are the love of my life, Greg.  When you asked me to marry you... It was the happiest day of my life. And when I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I can't wait for it. In just a few minutes I will be able to call you my husband. I will be able to proudly introduce myself as a Mrs Gregory Gerwitz. And I will proudly wear a wedding ring from you because you are the most amazing man in the entire world, Greg. You are so strong, so caring, so kind-hearted. Having you as my husband will be the greatest privilege, and if you didn't change your mind, I would be more than happy to meet you in front of the altar. So... Are you sure about everything?" 

"Yeah, I am. And I'm sure that with you I am the happiest man. I don't know what I did to deserve you. And I'm sure that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Just a few minutes more, and I will finally be able to see you. I know... I know it was only one night, but I really missed you." 

She could tell that he rested his head against the door with a little smile. After everything that he saw on his duty, he had problems with accepting himself completely. Even if he pretended to be a bit cocky, especially at the beginning of their relationship. But he was cute and wore his heart on his sleeve. He needed remains that he could be loved, and she was more than happy to show him that she loved all of him. 

"Greg? Can you close your eyes, and promise me that you won't open them until I tell you?" 

"Of course... But why?" 

"Just do it! You'll find out soon." 

She giggled, waiting for his answer. When he told her that he did what she asked him, she slowly opened the door. She looked at his face and saw that he tried not to smile. She took all his appearance and bit her lower lip, seeing him in black tux. She made a few steps and stood before him. Gently she placed her hands on his cheeks and kissed him softly on his nose. She couldn't help but grinned when she saw a smile brighten his face. 

"You don't know how much I want to see your beautiful eyes right now, but I'm afraid that they could change the date of our wedding." They both chuckled, and Mouse put his hands on her hips, squeezing her tightly. She rested her forehead against his and closed her eyes with a smile. "I missed you too, you know? And I really can't wait to become your wife." He gently nudged her nose with his. 

"I love you, Y/N." He whispered against her lips.

"I love you too, Greg." 

She rose on tiptoe, bringing their lips together. She slowly moved her hand at Mouse's neck, softly sighing in his mouth when he put her closer to him. He lifted her for a few inches, making her laugh in his lips, which he bit delicately. When he put her on the floor, he must have to fight himself to not open his eyes. 

"I should go..." She sighed, kissing him again. "See you at the altar, babe." 

"See you, my angel." 

She smiled, hearing that nickname, and taking careful steps, she went back to the room where she prepared herself. After Sylvie checked her makeup, she met with her father. Holding his hand, they slowly made their way through the aisle. She smiled when she saw all her friends and family.  But she felt like they stopped existing, when she met Mouse eyes. His posture didn't show any stress, and all she could see was happiness and love in his look. She felt tears gathering in her eyes when she saw his bright smile. He was the love of her life. He was her home. They already won many battles with their demons. And now she was ready to start the next chapter of her life with him. Hopefully, they will be together for the rest of their lives, which she hoped will be long, but even death will not be able to separate them.

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Guardian Angel

Words: 3083

Pairing: Greg “Mouse” Gerwitz x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, drug abuse, poorly written medical stuff and PTSD.

From Anon:

“Hi there, can I get a Greg Gerwitz x reader, please? So reader and Jay are cousins and when Jay enlists, he starts writing about his friend Mouse so reader when sending care packages will always include things for Mouse and when Jay came back for his mum's funeral, Mouse came with and he falls for reader and vice versa but remained friends while he's in the rangers still. When he was discharged and eventually involved in some shady shit, it was the reader who gets him back on track. Thank you x”

Here you go, kind friend.

[(Y/N/N)=Your Nickname]

One thing you knew for sure: nothing in your life could have possibly prepared you for the moment when your cousin, Jay, had been deployed to Afghanistan. His mother, your own mother's sister, was devastated, but his father had shown nothing but anger and disapproval at his career choice, as he had with Will. It seemed like no matter what, the man would never approve or support either of his sons, and it annoyed you to no end. So, logically, when he went away you took it upon yourself to make sure he knew that at least one person back home cared about him and wasn't completely repealing him. 

He mentions his friend and teammate Greg Gerwitz in one of his first letters, as Jay had taken to personally protect Greg, as he was a very valuable communications expert; although you could read right through that Jay began projecting himself as an older brother for Greg, who he affectionately called "Mouse". From Jay's reaction, you gather that Greg probably didn't have that much of a support network back home, or any at all, other than Jay, so you include him as well in your silly little personal mission.

The first care package goes out a month into their deployment, filled with energy bars, sunblock, beef jerky, some pain-relieving topical cream, and deodorant, along with a picture of you, your mom, and Jay's mom holding a sign saying "Counting the days for the two of you to be back". It finds them well, and Jay's letter is full of little round wrinkly spots when you open it, its' content nothing but praise for the care package. He writes that Greg cried like a baby when Jay told him that the packed box was for the both of them and not just him. 

--

When you have to write to Jay about his mom's illness, it breaks you. Your whole purpose with the letters and care packages was to brighten their mood, often including bad jokes you had happened to hear and you knew they would get a kick out of because of how bad they were. But you had to tell him. You end up rewriting the letter more times than you cared to count, searching for the best way to say "hey, your mom's dying". This time, it's your letter that's filled with little round wrinkly spots when you seal the envelope. 

Jay's response takes its' time, and comes right in the week of your exams. Between helping your aunt and studying to get a decent internship, you were left with very little time to do anything else other than sleep and eat. You put a hold on the anatomy book you're studying, deciding to pick it up after you prepare everything to do with Jay and Greg, refusing to let them go without a letter or care package. You fill the letter with crappy jokes and complaints about how dumb you were to want to become a doctor, because clearly, the exams were driving you mad. You try to put some hope in the letter, saying that Jay's mom looks better than before. 

--

The next month makes you nearly drop out. Your aunt's condition worsens too fast for there to be anything left to do, and you have to be the one to let Jay know that his mom died because dear old Pat could still not be bothered to talk to his son. 

You manage to catch one of your dad's old army buddies, one who is still in the military, and make him pull some strings to get both Jay and Greg back in US soil for the funeral. 

You pick them up at the airport, noticing how thinner Jay is, how his face looks so sunken, how he looks almost broken. He barely has time to drop his duffle bag before you wrap him in a hug as tight as you can give. He hugs you back before backing away and wiping his eyes.

"(Y/N), this is Mouse. Mouse, this is (Y/N), the angel that has been sending us goodies." Jay introduces. Greg goes to shake your hand but you hug him, feeling him reluctantly hug you back. 

"I wish we had met under better circumstances." You say to Greg, pulling away from a hug and giving him a tired smile. "We should get back, you can still catch the wake, Jay."

The car ride is silent, and you can't find it in you to say anything at all. You pull up to the mortuary house, parking the car and taking a deep breath. 

"You want me to go in with you?" You ask, seeing how Jay is looking out the window. 

"No, I think it's better if I go in alone." He says before pausing. "Is Pat in there?"

"No. We haven't seen much of Pat lately." You admit, knowing Jay knew how much you despised his father.

He exits the car and you sit in silence, Greg still in the back seat. It takes a while before he breaks the ice.

"So... Jay tells me you want to be a doctor?" He asks meekly, his eyes on everything but you. 

"I do. I'm about to start my residency, hopefully at a big hospital like Chicago Med." You say, the usual excitement that comes paired with your passion and the opportunity to talk about it significantly dulled. 

"What's your expertise?"

"I'm going for trauma surgery." You say, turning around in your seat to face Greg. 

His heart skips a beat when his eyes finally meet yours. No one in his life had ever looked at him with the sheer kindness you did. He had grown a crush on you without knowing you at all, and seeing you look at him like that only reinforced it. 

"Look, I just want to say thank you for including me in the care packages." He manages, breaking eye contact and looking at his hands, which rest atop his knees. He can barely mask the gasp he makes when you put one of your hands over one of his and give him a reassuring squeeze. 

"It's my pleasure." You say, greeting him with a smile when he finally looks at you again. "I enjoy doing it, and it makes me feel better about the whole deployment situation that I can at least give you guys something to brighten your day."

Over the next couple of days, you just chat your mind out to Greg and read your medicine books to him, sometimes making him quiz you on the subjects. He generally looks confused, but he also seems happy to help you. It makes him giddy on the inside to see how much you know about whatever he's quizzing you about, and the focused yet excited look on your face makes his heart flutter. It's only during the night before they fly back that he realizes: he's head over heels for you.

You wake up ridiculously early the morning of their flight; well, you don't wake up, you just get out of bed, because sleep had ever so expertly evaded you due to your overthinking of what would happen to Jay and Greg back in Afghanistan. Your mind keeps racing, running multiple scenarios but not seeing a positive outcome in none of them. And even though of course you worried deeply about Jay, since he was your cousin and you two grew up together, your stomach twisted in itself at the thought of Greg getting hurt. 

You slowly realize that you had begun to harbor feelings for the man, and your mind reels. You hide your face on your hands as you try to process everything before you give up and go out to sit in your back yard and stare at the sky. 

You take them to the airport at around 5 am, the drive there being awfully silent. You feel the tears prickling at your eyes as you drive the car and grip the steering wheel with everything you have. You could tell Greg about how you felt, but you couldn't handle the fact that he was going back when he was barely your friend, much less if you uncovered your feelings. Besides, nothing guarantees you that he would like you back, so you decide to keep your mouth shut. 

You bid your goodbyes and hug the two men outside the airport, your hug with Greg taking a little longer than it should - not that he seemed to mind. They head inside and you return to your car, sitting behind the wheel and crying all of your emotions out. When you look back to maneuver your car, you notice something glinting in the back seat and pick it up. The small metal plate is cold in your hand, and you notice a little post-it attached. 

"Thank you for caring so much about someone you know so little about. Please don't forget about me."

You turn it around and see the engraving: Gregory Gerwitz. Tears well up in your eyes again, and you hold the dog-tag to your chest, closing your eyes.

--

You keep sending them letters and care packages as part of your routine, sometimes struggling to get time to do it. You had managed to land your internship on Med, and they liked you enough to keep you around as an ED doctor. 

On your day off, just as you're about to head off into the grocery shop to gather goodies for the next care package, your doorbell rings and you open the door to find your supposedly deployed cousin.

"Jay!?" Your voice is squeaky, but you can't find it in you to care. "What are you doing here?" 

You hug him carefully, noticing some cuts and bruises on his face and arms. He hugs you back and lifts you slightly. 

"I was medically discharged a few weeks ago, I've been crashing at a friend's but I owed you to come here." He explains as you guide him inside. "Also, I need your help with something."

"What's wrong?" You ask, sitting beside him on the couch. He points at your chest, where the dog tag rests, hanging from a simple chain. 

"It's about Mouse. He isn't taking it well and I'm afraid he's going to do something that's gonna hurt him." Jay sighs. "He really likes you, but he doesn't think of himself as deserving of someone that cares about him and wants to help."

"Where can I find him?" You ask, feeling your chest tightening. 

"Not even I know that, but as soon as I find out I'll let you know." He stays, prompting himself to get up. "By the way, I'm in the police academy and it'd mean a lot to me if you could attend my graduation in a few months."

"Of course!" You beam at him before hugging him. "Just let me know when, and I'll ask for the day off."

--

After your conversation with Jay, you can't bring yourself to stop thinking about Greg and how he's doing. One day, you're getting in your car to get home after a shift when you get a call from Jay.

"Yes?" You answer your phone.

"(Y/N), I need you to come to your house quickly." Jay's voice seems distressed. "It's Greg, I have no idea what happened."

You make the drive back in record time, grabbing the emergency medical kit from under the passenger seat before rushing inside. You notice Jay has used the spare key you gave him to get inside, finding him and Greg on the floor of your bathroom. 

Your heart drops and you join them on the floor, quickly assessing Greg; his skin is cold and clammy, his breathing and heart rate slow, and he seems to be slipping in and out of consciousness. 

"He's overdosing on opioids." You realize aloud, quickly opening your medical kit and retrieving a small vial and a syringe. Jay watches you as you charge the syringe and push out the air before administering it. 

"What is that?" He asks, watching as you set the syringe on the bathroom counter.

"Naloxone. It reverses opioid overdoses, technically." You say, observing Greg's reaction. "We have to get him to a hospital, Jay."

"No, that may screw whatever little chance he still has at getting a job." 

You shake your head as you move your hand to gage Greg's heart rate, noticing it seemed to pick up a bit.

"Let's see how he progresses. If I don't like anything in how he develops, I'm taking him to the hospital, and that's not debatable." You state, moving behind Greg and sitting him up, noticing as he begins to shiver. You lean his back against your chest as he begins to move slightly. "Stay still for a bit, Greg. Please."

You feel him tense up, his breathing labored. He looks at Jay, who shakes his head.

"I don't know what's going on Mouse, but you need to get it together." Jay says, his face serious as he gets up. "I have to get to the academy, but I'll come by later."

You hear the front door shut as Jay leaves, and just sit on the floor in silence for a while. 

"What's going on, Greg?" You ask, your voice barely a whisper. He feels his chest tightening at your sad and defeated tone. This was exactly why he didn't want to come to you, he was a broken man and he knew you'd be disappointed in him. "Why didn't you ask for help?"

He doesn't even have a chance to respond before he scrambles forward and wretches into the toilet. You just brush your hand up and down his back, feeling him shake as he starts to cry. 

You wet a towel and run it through his face to wipe the sweat gathering on his forehead. You hook your arms around his chest and help him rise to his feet, supporting most of his weight. 

"Can you work with me and get to the living room? We'll be more comfortable there." You ask softly, holding him up and helping him move to the living room. You sit him down on the couch and take a seat next to him, wiping some hair sticking to his forehead. You take one of his hands in yours, and his heart just about shatters when he sees the look you give him: it's still the same pure kindness from the first time the two of you met. 

"I didn't want to disappoint you." His voice is barely a whisper, and your brows knit in confusion. "I'm not the same person from when we first met, I've gone down a dark path, I didn't want to disappoint you or get you involved."

"Greg, you'd never disappoint me." You say, your voice soft. "It's normal, it's a whole different reality. I'm here to help you however I can."

You hug him and cradle him against your chest, his arms snaking around you to hold as tight as he can. 

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He mumbles, his voice shaking. You rest your chin atop his head and caress his back as he keeps on trembling. "I should've come to you sooner, I should have told you about everything a lot sooner." 

"All that matters is that you're ok, Greg." You whisper, holding him. "We can work on this from now on. You're not alone."

--

You end up offering Greg the spare bedroom on your house, on the condition that he must stay clean and out of trouble, and at least try to get a legitimate job. 

One day you get home after working a double shift, your head pounding and your emotions all over the place: you had lost a patient. You know that there wasn't anything you could have done, but that doesn't make you feel less shitty. Entering the house, you make a beeline for the living room and flop face-first into the couch, laying there for a while without moving.

"Hey (Y/N/N), you ok?" You hear Greg's voice as he kneels next to you. You turn your head to face him and he sees the tears in your eyes. "Woah, what's wrong?"

"I lost a patient today. Nice old lady, came in because she slipped and fell on the icy street, hit her head pretty nastily. She was talking when she got there, but then she passed out and just like that she was gone." You vent, tears streaming down your face. Greg holds your hand and rubs it softly. "I just wish there had been something I could have done for her."

"You have a heart of gold, you know that?" He says, pushing some hair out of your face. "You can't save everyone... Just cherish the ones you did save, like me for example."

He always jokes around about you saving him, but it was the truth; without you, he'd probably be dead in an alley somewhere. 

"I think it's mutual saving." You whisper, smiling at him. "I would probably have gone mad by now if you weren't around."

You maneuver yourself and sit normally on the couch, and he sits next to you, pulling you into a hug. 

"It's a nice little deal we have, then." He says, holding you to him. You nod, eventually separating from him. "I still think you're my private guardian angel."

You laugh at him, and his belief solidifies further: to him, you were exactly like an angel, from your laugh to your personality to your selflessness, and you had given him a second chance at life. 

Before either of you realize what's going on, he leans in and cups your face, resting his forehead against yours. You can feel his breath on your face as you take in the beautiful blueness of his eyes. 

"If you don't want it, say so." He whispers, his eyes riddled with both fear and excitement. Your heart beats out of your chest as you close the space between you and kiss him, feeling him smile against your lips. It's short and chaste and sweet, but it's everything you had imagined. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that."

You laugh, cupping his face as you kiss him again, the two of you giggling like a pair of kids and forgetting everything else in the world other than the moment that you were having.

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Can I make two request one a Antonio Dawson x reader. Maybe the reader is a detective from New York and maybe this is like when they first meet? Maybe during the time of Gregory Yates and maybe they are flirty with each other and such with each other and maybe 🤔 the reader get hurt and that makes him confess. The other would be a Greg Gerwitz x reader where what if they are dating and it’s like a secret relationship and what if they are like kissing and Jay finds them and he teased mouse but the thing is they never said the l word and when reader is shot in a school shooting that’s when mouse decides he can’t live without her?

Again thanks so much I enjoy your stories and think your amazing. Have a lovely day and happy week

Hi,

I'm just going through my ASKS and I'm sorry to say I don't feel like I can fulfil these as they are more fic options than one shots or head cannons and I simply don't have the time to explore it them in the detail they deserve.

Thank you for submitting them though!