#officer ruzek

[kboo1999]

Awwwhhh. I love that she immediately asked for Ruzek

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Adam Ruzek x OC

This oneshot is based on the Hank Voight and The Crackhead Detective story I wrote not too long ago. Detective Katelyn Meyers and Officer Adam Ruzek have since become a couple, and have been dating a short while when this oneshot was written. It's kind of like my own personal headcannon. The brain rot is too real and I am now obsessed with the two of them.

TW: Sexual harassment/assault

Kate sighed as she pulled up to the 21st district, parking on the opposite side of the street. Maxwell whined softly in the back, knowing something was wrong with her. She gently shushed him. “Maxxy, it’s okay,” she said softly, shaking her head as Maxwell poked his nose through the divider she had in her personal vehicle. She sighed and softly pet his nose, turning in her seat to kiss it. “It’s alright, just don’t tell Adam.” She reached over the net that divided them, petting him and scratching behind his ears. “Everything’s gonna be alright. We’re going to have a nice night and enjoy ourselves and forget everything from work this week.”

It weighed heavily on her as the words left her lips, not even believing herself. How could she forget the way he grabbed her waist? The way he whispered in her ear? The way his hands lingered a little too long? She mulled it over, tears coming to her eyes as she waited outside for Adam. She didn't want to get him involved, knowing he would want to go fisticuffs with Joey.

Joey.

Her coworker, who had gone through the academy the same year as Adam had. He worked in the canine unit almost as long as Kate had, but never worked with an actual dog. He worked on the administrative end of it, and was very close with the Sergeant and Commander in the district. Joey got what he wanted - whenever he wanted it. Katelyn had tried to report the incidents that had made her uncomfortable, but they were tossed out in front of her, citing that Joey hadn't truly been hurting her. She supposed it was true. Joey hadn't hurt her yet. He was just creepy and suggestive. Maybe she was overreacting. Yet another reason to not get Adam involved.

She wiped her face quickly as Adam got into the car, smiling over at him. "Hey, baby."

Adam leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Hey, how was work?"

She shrugged. "Same old same. Maxwell got to play with some of his coworkers, through."

Adam smiled, turning in his seat and reaching over the net to pet Maxwell. "That's awesome. I bet he loved that."

"He did." Katelyn offered a small smile, relaxing in Adam's presence, despite the hard month and even harder week she'd been enduring. She was just glad it was over. She put the car into drive, humming along softly to the radio. She didn't know what to say to Adam, nor did she have the mental energy to hold much of a conversation. She already knew about his case that week, which they'd solved the day before. She assumed his day was boring, seeing as paperwork usually followed a case like that. She drove them in soft silence until Maxwell began to whine again, to which she sighed softly. "Maxxy, please."

Maxwell whined softly again, letting out a small bark. He wanted to be close to her, not separated behind the net. He could tell she was affected by someone, and Kate knew it. Adam turned to Maxwell with a soft frown. "Does he usually act like this?" He reached over the net and pet the distressed animal.

"No," Katelyn replied with another sigh. "I'm sorry, I can drop him off at home if-"

"Don't be ridiculous, Kate." Adam shook his head. "I just want to make sure he's alright."

"Yes, he's fine." Katelyn shook her head. "I think I know what it is. It's all fine. He's... He's being... overdramatic."

Overdramatic. That's what they'd told her, too. The Sergeant and Commander she worked under told her she was being overdramatic when it came to her allegations against Joey. Both of them disregarded her claims of harassment.

"What is it, then?" Adam asked, furrowing his brow. His usually bouncy girlfriend wasn't acting like herself, and he wondered why. "Did something happen, Kate?"

"Adam, it's nothing you need to worry about. Let's just enjoy our date, please."

-

2 Months Later

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Katelyn moved quickly out of the district, tears spilling down her cheeks. Her hands shook as she patted herself down for her keys, finally finding them and getting into her car, locking the doors. She had felt bad about leaving Maxwell in the kennel inside, but what could she have done? She looked down at her hands as they trembled, realizing she could barely breathe.

She gripped the door of her SUV, trying to calm her breathing. She squeezed her eyes shut as flashes and images played in her mind, his words echoing in her head. She shuddered, suddenly claustrophobic, looking around and trying to figure out what to do, panic ensuing. She felt safe inside her vehicle, but she still felt like she couldn't breathe. She didn't know what to do, or who to call. She swallowed hard, reaching her free hand to her pocket to find her phone. She bit her lip as she looked through her contacts. She stopped at Adam's name, but knew if she called him, he would immediately start a fight. She couldn't. Finally, she settled on someone who she could call, having calmed a little bit in the process, trying to regulate her breathing again as the phone rang.

"Olinsky," the voice on the other end answered.

Katelyn let out a soft sob, then swallowed hard. "I-I-I'm sorry, I didn't know... w-who else to call. Please don't tell Adam."

A small shuffling was heard on the other end, then Al's voice came back, lower and more concerned. "Hey, what's the matter? You okay?"

"I-I need someone... I... please, can you come to the thirty-first? I'm in my car..."

"Okay, alright, I'll be there soon. Is there anything I should know?"

"I-uhm... I don't know, I... I'll explain when you get here. Just, please hurry?" Katelyn wiped her face, slowly breaking into sobs once more.

"I'm already on my way."

.

When Alvin arrived, he got out of his car, looking around for any indication of where Kate was. He walked through the parking lot, finally finding her leaning on her driver's side door, tears streaking down her face. Her arms were pulled tightly around herself, making herself look as small as possible. Al walked over to her, looking down with concern. "What happened?"

Katelyn looked up at him, then bit her lip, tears spilling from her eyes once more. "I-I... I need you to go inside and get my dog for me... Please."

Al furrowed his brow. "You called me here to get your dog from your own district?"

"Yes," she huffed, wiping her face. "I can't go back inside. Not today."

"Were you suspended or someth-"

Kate cut him off, raising her voice a little. "Just go get him! ... Please." She was desperate. She hadn't meant to snap, but she couldn't help it. She felt like a wild animal that had been cornered, nowhere to go. She looked away from him, pulling her arms tighter around herself.

Al slowly nodded, deciding to get her dog first and answer questions later. He went inside, and after sweet-talking some of the employees there, he was able to get Maxwell and bring him out to where she had since sat down against her tire. When Maxwell caught sight of her, he pulled on his lead, yanking it from Al's hand. He ran over to Katelyn, promptly licking her face and settling himself in her lap. Katelyn hugged him tightly, bursting out in sobs once again. She clung to her partner for dear life, her hands tangled in his fur as she cried.

Alvin frowned, looking down at her as he walked over. "Alright, I got him, but now you need to tell me what's going on," he said softly, crouching beside her. "And why we aren't telling Ruzek."

Katelyn looked up at Al, shaking her head. "Because Adam's solution would be to go to fisticuffs with him... I just don't need that... It won't solve anything."

"With who?"

Katelyn sniffled, softly petting Maxwell as he laid on her lap, taking a few deep breaths. "Joey. He works in my unit. He's really close with the Sergeant and Commander, so he... he never gets into trouble, no matter what he does."

Al sat down next to Katelyn, looking to her. "What did he do to you?"

Katelyn swallowed hard, letting out a shaky breath. "It's been three months now, of him... He was being creepy at first. The way he would hug me or touch me... The way he whispered in my ear... He would always tell me how pretty I looked, or how he wished he could see me outside of work. I told him that I have a boyfriend, but it didn't stop him. He became more and more persistent. His hands would linger a little too long after group photos, or when he would touch my shoulder. I... I just found it creepy. When I went to my Sergeant, he dismissed everything. He wouldn't even put it in writing. After some more time, I went to my Commander. It was the same story there. No report was ever made." She shook her head. "And, today... It got worse. He... He cornered me down in the records room, and pressed me against the wall. He whispered all of these dirty things to me, things he said he wanted to do to me... H-He didn't assault me or anything, but he was definitely aroused when he walked away. I-I didn't want to go back in there to give him the chance..." She leaned down, hugging Maxwell tightly again, shoulders shaking as she cried softly into his fur. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know who else to call... I couldn't call Adam... And he always said to reach out to you if I needed something and couldn't reach him..." She sniffled, shaking her head and looking up at Al again.

Al took in her story, then nodded slowly, casting a gentle arm around her and pulling her into his chest. "You did the right thing. I just wish you'd called me sooner."

She sniffled, shaking her head as she leaned into his chest. "I just... figured I was overreacting, like they told me..."

Alvin shook his head. "You never were." He sighed softly, rubbing her back until she was ready, then got up with her. "Come on, you'll be detailed to the 21st for the next few days until we can get this figured out. I'll clear it with Voight."

Kate sniffled again, standing with him and grabbing Maxwell's lead. "Thank you, Al... Please, just... I don't know how to tell Adam yet."

"We don't have to tell anybody," he replied. "It's a private issue. You're safe with me."

"Thank you..." she repeated, nodding as she secured Maxwell in the back of her car, then got in and followed Al's car back to the 21st district. She parked and brought Maxwell out, walking through and into intelligence the back way. Al took her straight to Voight's office, shutting the door and the blinds before anyone could see it was her. She swallowed hard as she sat down. She'd clamed down on the drive over, but was still tense, gripping Maxwell's lead tightly.

"Tell me everything," Hank said, leaning over his desk to take a report as she spoke.

.

She'd since burst into tears again, but finished the report. Hank got up from his desk, walking over and hugging her tightly, rubbing her back. "It'll be okay," he reassured her. "He'll pay for what he did, one way or another."

She swallowed hard, nodding as she hung on to Voight like the father she never truly had. He didn't pull away until she did, then let her go, patting her shoulders and grabbing the file from his desk. "I'm going to take this to my commander right now and see that it gets taken care of, and I'll let your Sergeant know that I'm detailing you to intelligence until further notice."

"Thank you..." she whispered. It was all she could muster without breaking.

Hank nodded, motioning to his couch. "You're welcome to stay in here. I'll see what I can do about getting you a desk. You might have to share for the time being."

She shook her head. "It's not a problem, Sarge."

Hank nodded. "Alright, then. Take all the time you need." Then, he left his office, shutting the door behind him to walk down the stairs across the bullpen.

Meanwhile, many of the intelligence members had looked up to Voight, wondering what was going on. They'd seen Maxwell, but weren't sure if it truly was Kate or not. Adam got up when he saw Voight. "Hey, Boss!" He moved quickly over to his Sergeant. "Boss, was that Kate?"

"I'm busy, Ruzek." Hank avoided the question, seeing as Kate had told him the same thing she'd told Olinsky. She didn't want Adam to know yet. "Don't you have case files? I need them by the end of shift." He then traversed down the stairs and out of the locked door.

Adam frowned, but followed him. "Boss, if that's Kate, I have a right to know."

"Actually, you don't," Hank said, turning around to Adam. "And if you keep following me, I'll bury you in everyone else's case files for the night. Get back upstairs and get back to work." Then, he turned back around and entered into the Commander's office, shutting the door.

Adam frowned, looking to Trudy, who just stared back in surprise. She had no idea what had been going on, looking to Adam for answers. Adam walked down to the front desk. "Sarge, I don't know what's going on. I swear I saw Kate go into his office with Al. I mean, who else has a dog who comes around here? She had her dog with her. He left the scene early without me, then came back with her. Something is going on, and she won't answer my calls or texts."

Trudy shook her head softly. "I only know as much as you do. They didn't walk by me. Must've come up the back way. I'll talk to Voight and see what's going on."

"Thanks, Sarge," he said with a sigh, looking to the Commander's office, then walking back up to the bullpen. Everyone else looked to Adam for an answer, but he simply shook his head, sitting at his desk again to finish his work.

.

When Voight came back up the stairs, he went straight to his office and shut the door once more. Al and Kate were still there, Kate resting on the couch, Maxwell lying on the floor by her side. She pet him softly, but looked up as Voight came back. She sat up, looking up at him for an answer.

“The commander is going to file the report with IAD today. Someone will reach out to you.”

Kate let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Thank you, Sarge. Thank you…”

Hank nodded, sitting down at his desk. “I should tell you, I have a very concerned Ruzek out there, and several other concerned detectives and officers, who know you’re in here.”

Kate sighed heavily, rubbing her face with her hands. She was exhausted from the past three months, having hid it from Adam as much as possible until now. “I know… I just…”

“You have a right to keep it private, Kate,” Alvin said, shrugging. “They have no entitlement to your life. Not even Adam.”

She nodded, biting her lip and petting Maxwell again. “Thanks…” She looked up to Voight. “Mind if I steal Adam?”

Voight nodded. “Go ahead. I’ll call you guys if I need you.”

Kate stood, taking in a deep breath and wiping her face. She grabbed Maxwell’s lead, handing it to Alvin. “Hold him for me?”

“Sure.”

Then, Kate walked out of Voight’s office and straight to Adam’s desk. Adam stood promptly, furrowing his brow. “Hey, you weren’t answering my texts, what’s going on?”

Katelyn gently took his hand, pulling him to the locker rooms. He followed her, glancing up to see she left Maxwell with Al in Voight’s office. He furrowed his brow again, confused as she led him inside and shut the door, straddling a bench. Adam straddled it too, facing her and gently taking her face in his hands, looking it over for any sign of what was happening. “Kate…?”

She looked up at Adam, tears welling in her eyes. She pushed closer to him, wrapping her arms around his torso and pressing her face into his neck. “I’m sorry… I should’ve said something sooner, I just…” She trailed off, suddenly tired of explaining everything.

“Hey, what’s been going on? You haven’t been right for months.” He carted his fingers through her hair, gently working out the small knots in her ponytail.

“I-I know… There is someone at work… He’s been harassing me…”

Adam stopped, pulling back. “What?”

She sighed. “He’s been a creep. He’s close with the Sergeant and Commander in the 31st, so any time I tried to raise concern, it was thrown out, literally, in front of me.”

“What has he been doing?” Adam held her face in his hands again, looking down at her. He could feel his blood starting to boil, upset that she had been affected like this.

“He was just whispering things, and his touches lingered in a weird way. I-I tried to ignore it, especially when I couldn’t report it, but today… Today, he caught me alone and cornered me, and pressed against me. He told me all these dirty things… What he would do if he ever got the chance… He got aroused by it, and then left me there. I-I didn’t want to give him the chance, so I left the building and went to my car. I called Al because I needed him to get Maxwell. He had been in the kennel when this happened.”

“Why didn’t you call me?” Adam frowned.

“Because I know you, Adam. I know you’re angry right now, just hearing this, and I know if Joey was anywhere in the vicinity, you would’ve sought him out and took swings at him.”

“Damn right, I would’ve! He can’t treat you like this!”

“You would’ve lost your job, dumbass!” She huffed, looking up at him, tears brimming her eyes once more. “The commander over there would’ve made sure of it. He already hates me for trying to make allegations and reports against Joey.”

“Wait… Joey. Joey who?”

Katelyn looked over his face. “I don’t know if I should tell you.”

“I went through the academy with a Joey. Joey… Valdez. Yeah, Valdez. Is that it?”

Kate sighed, nodding a little and putting her forehead back down on his shoulder. “Just don’t do anything dumb.”

Adam sighed, pulling her closer. “I won’t. I promise, I won’t. Did you tell Voight? Get a report filed?”

“It goes to IAD today,” she mumbled, closing her eyes. She was exhausted from the emotions. “Look, I just want to go home and lay in bed with you.”

.

Adam had taken Kate back to her apartment, deciding to stay the night, as he had a few times before. She took a shower then got into pajamas, feeling a little better. Adam ordered them a pizza, and the two sat on Kate's couch, eating and watching some movie. Kate wasn't paying too much attention, her eyes fluttering closed every so often. She was simply exhausted. She was physically so from the crying she'd done that day, but mentally so from the nearly three months of mental torture she'd experienced. Finally, she hoped, it was over. She could relax a bit, leaning into Adam's chest as he rubbed her back. "Hey," he whispered, leaning down and kissing her head. "You know I love you, right?"

Kate blushed. She couldn't help but crack a small, tired smile. "I know, Adam. I love you too."

Adam smiled softly down at her, pulling her gently up and into position where he could lean down to kiss her. His touches were tender, pulling her closer against him as she moved to straddle his lap, running his fingers up under the hem of her shirt to rub her back. Katelyn's fingers had since been carted through his hair as she kissed him with a desperate love. She didn't want the creepiness of Joey to plague her any longer. She simply wanted to be loved, and to love in return.

After a few moments, there came a hard knock on Kate's apartment door. She jumped a little, gasping as she pulled away from Adam's lips. She blushed heavily, frowning as she looked to the door. "I don't know who that would be..." she mumbled, getting up and fixing her hair. Maxwell, who had since been lying at their feet, got up and growled at the door. He walked over, sniffing it and growling again.

Adam frowned. "Baby, leave it. If it's important, they'll come back tomorrow and-" He was cut off by a harder and persistent knocking, folowed by a short bark by Maxwell and more growling.

Katelyn grabbed her service weapon from the nearby counter, holding it close. She furrowed her brow and looked into the peephole, then frowned and reeled back from the door, pointing her gun at it. "It's him," she whispered. She grabbed Maxwell by the harness, pulling him back. "Heel, Maxxy. Here." She snapped her fingers and at once Maxwell was at her feet and between her legs, sitting and watching the door intently.

Adam blinked, getting up from the couch now and walking quickly over. He grabbed his own gun, looking through the peephole. He clipped his holster on and set the gun in it before walking back to where Kate was, who had since lowered her weapon when Adam had gotten in between her and the door. He gently put a hand over hers. "Hey, it's going to be alright. I won't let him hurt you."

A third knock came, really like a hard banging on the door. The door rattled, and Kate pushed herself closer to Adam. "He's going to break the door down." Maxwell barked again, growling and standing, but not moving from between Kate's legs.

"Alright, I've got this. Just stay back here where he can't see you." Adam moved Kate out of sight of the doorway, Maxwell following to protect her, then walked over, unlocking and opening the door only as far as he needed to. He looked Joey up and down, raising an eyebrow, his free hand resting on his gun. "Can I help you?"

"Hey... Ruzek, right? I think we went through the academy together. Joey, Joey Valdez." He reached a hand out to shake, which Adam didn't take.

"Yeah, I remember. Why are you here?"

Joey dropped his hand, meeting Adam's eyes. "Oh, I work with Katelyn Meyers. I have an urgent matter to discuss with her regarding work. Is she here? I thought I heard Maxwell barking."

"Yeah, well, she's not. She went out of town for a while. I'm dog-sitting for her." Adam moved to shut the door, but was stopped by Joey's hand.

"Hey, you're detailed to intelligence, right?" He hummed, looking Adam over. "I remember the day some homeless-looking detective pulled you out of the academy. Never saw you again after that."

Adam looked Joey over just the same, then shrugged. "I just did what they told me."

"Don't act so coy, Ruzek. They kept you around for good reason, obviously."

"Is there anything else I can help you with, Joey?"

Joey sighed, shaking his head. "You know, for working in intelligence, you're pretty thick. I urgently need to speak with Detective Meyers, and I won't leave until I do."

"Yes, you will. She's not-"

Katelyn came out from behind Adam, meeting Joey's gaze. "What's so urgent, Joey? It couldn't wait until morning?"

"Well, seeing as you've been detailed to intelligence until further notice, I figured I had to come see you here." Joey smiled as his eyes danced over Kate's tense body, nearly making her shiver. She still had her gun in her hand. "Why so tense? I just want to talk to you."

"Whatever you have to say, say it," Kate huffed in reply. Maxwell stood by her side, growling and bearing his teeth at Joey.

"I'd like to talk with you privately, Meyers. This doesn't concern Adam."

"Actually, it does," Adam replied, hand still resting on his gun. "She's not going anywhere with you."

Joey hummed, looking over Adam, then Maxwell, and finally up to Katelyn. "Fine. I was just wondering why IAD was at my office door earlier today, asking about my relationship and involvement with you."

Katelyn glared at Joey. "You know exactly why."

"Then you know our commander will make all of this go away. Besides, I told the IAD agent the truth: You and I had just started our relationship."

Katelyn blinked, both her and Adam processing for a moment. Kate stepped forward, telling Maxwell to stay in place. She moved up in front of Adam to get a full look at Joey, stepping into the doorway. "You told them that we're dating?"

"We're madly in love."

Katelyn shook her head. "Like hell we are! You only wish that I loved you!" She had since tucked her pistol into her waistband, balling her fists tightly. "What's your obsession with me, huh?! Why do you have to do everything in your power to make my life miserable?!"

Some of Kate's neighbors from other apartments stepped out to see what the commotion was after she raised her voice. Joey smiled. "Darling, it's you who's obsessed."

Katelyn huffed, but Adam pushed her back, getting between them. "You need to leave, now."

"I only want to see my girlfriend. Is that so much to ask? You're getting in between us. Maybe you need to be taken care of."

"Oh yeah?" Adam nearly growled in sync with Maxwell now. "And I think you need to be taught a lesson."

"Adam, don't." Kate frowned, pulling him back by the arm. "Just shut the door."

"I'm not going anywhere. You're holding my girlfriend hostage. She deserves better than some street rat from Canaryville."

Adam took a moment to process before reeling back and puching Joey straight in the mouth. Kate gasped and Maxwell barked, but Kate commanded him to stay, running over as Adam and Joey wrestled on the ground. Adam beating on Joey pretty hard. She ran over and grabbed Adam by the shirt. "Adam! Adam, stop it!" Some male neighbors also came to break up the fight, helping Kate pull Adam off of Joey, pushing him back into Kate's apartment. Katelyn got in front of him. "Adam, look at me! Look!" Adam panted, meeting Kate's eyes. She reached up and touched his face, pressing on the skin where Joey had gotten a punch or two off on him. She sighed. "Adam..."

"Look, he started it! He should've never come here, Kate! He had no right to! It's stalkerish and weird!"

"I know, Adam, I know, just please take a breath and stop yelling." She pulled him over to the table, making him sit. She whistled for Maxwell, who sat beside Adam as Kate got an ice pack from her freezer. "Stupid boy," she said softly, handing him the ice pack.

"Katelyn, he wouldn't leave. I don't know what to tell you. I'll always protect and defend you. It doesn't matter who it is. I'd punch Voight if it meant protecting you."

Kate thought about that notion for a moment before breaking out into soft laughter. "You dumbass, Voight would lay you out so quick."

"Doesn't mean I wouldn't try." He smiled up at her, glad he could get her to lighten up a little.

Kate sighed and shook her head. "What am I going to do with you, Ruzie?"

"Whoa, 'Ruzie?' What am I to you, some dog?"

She looked between him and Maxwell, who both looked up at her with the same eyes. She snorted and nodded. "Yep. Look at the two of you. Practically twins." She waved her hand in dismissal. "Let me handle the officers on scene. You obviously aren't able to."

Adam rolled his eyes, holding the ice pack to his face with a small wince. "Fine, but just this once."

Kate laughed and walked out to the doorway of her apartment, talking with the officers who had shown up to tell them what happened. The neighbors around confirmed it, and Joey was told to leave the premises. Katelyn eventually came back to the apartment, shutting the door and letting out a breath. Then, she locked it and set her gun back on the counter nearby. Walking over to Adam, she motioned for him to move the ice pack. "Let me see."

Adam took the ice pack off his face, setting it on the table. Katelyn got down close to examine the bruises and marks left by Joey. "Mmn, you'll be fine. You'll just have a bruise for a few days. And a split lip."

"Why, thank you, doctor," he said, standing up and pulling her close by her waist.

"Adam, I'm still upset with you for starting the fight." She looked up at him, rubbing his chest. Truthfully, she hadn't wanted the fight to happen, but was glad Joey got what was coming to him. She knew it was inevitable the moment she told Adam what had been happening.

"Yeah? Why don't we duke it out in bed, then?" He picked her up, her laughing a little and wrapping her legs around his midsection.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and rolled her eyes, despite her smile. "That would hardly be fair. I win that fight every time, Adam."

"Fine with me." He smiled and kissed her softly as he carried her into her bedroom, shutting the door.

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

I have to reblog this again because I have been watching Season 10 back, specifically the episodes about the Beck’s.

Adam is one of those men who can be a father to anyone. Among him is Elliot Stabler and Hank Voight. Not every man can just father any child/young adult off the street. They can.

When Kim and Adam first found Makayla, he took to her right away. And although she was placed elsewhere for a while, when Adam and Kim first adopted her and took her in, he was there just as much as she was. He became her father. The only reason he wasn’t straight away was because Kim pushed him away or was hesitant to love him again (if I remember correctly). He didn’t want to step on her toes either, since they weren’t really together.

And Adam, the very second he was undercover, he took to Callum just the same. I mean, he cared about that kid more than most of the other people in intelligence. He was concerned for Callum more than anyone else. And it was his ultimate downfall at the end of the season, because oh-so-poetically, Callum was the one who shot him and seriously injured him.

Hank Voight, well that man will take to any person who is younger than him. I mean, he is such a father, deeply rooted in his personality. He was like that before he lost Justin. Think of D’Anthony, as we saw on the show, or even Erin! Not to mention Noah, Lexi his CI, Ana Avalos, and etc. He was immediately warm and fatherly to Callum when he first met him, talking him out of that square.

I came into Chicago PD hating Hank Voight for what he’d done to Casey and Hallie on Chicago Fire, as well as the way he treated Gabby/Toni. But in season one, on the episode titled “Thirty Balloons,” when Hank found the tied up RA and instead of running after the guy and leaving her, he held her close and told her it was going to be alright and that she was safe?? That was the moment I fell in love with him. Because even something so insignificant in the long run meant everything to that girl. She needed comfort in that moment after being tied up and hurt. Maybe being in college myself at the time biased my view, but if it were me? At that age? I would’ve clung to him just the same way. And he held her and that’s what matters.

And heck, I’ll throw this in there, that sometimes even the way he treats Trudy is dad-like. The episode comes to mind where she is mugged and her father is murdered. When Hank catches up with her later and says “you’re not me.” I know they’re equal and have been good friends a long time, but the point is Hank can “father” anyone at any point. Isn’t that the point of Season 11’s finale? That he was basically a dad to Hailey? Didn’t he visit her in her new apartment and help her out? I seem to remember more than once. I mean, he doesn’t visit Adam and Kim and Makayla (that we know about) or Dante and his mother, or Antonio and his family or Jay at any point. But he is there for them in a very fatherly way whenever something happens. His whole rule was “tell me the truth so I can lie for you.” If that isn’t the most fatherly thing you’ve ever heard, idk what is. A father who would sacrifice anything, even himself, for his children.

Now, I am not as versed in the Law & Order world. I am on season 8 of SVU currently. But Elliot stabler has this raw biological attractiveness. He can pick up any child and just be a father to them. I don’t have specific examples off the top of my head, but maybe my L&O SVU friends can add to this and cite some. But watching him on screen, he’s not physically attractive but biologically attractive to me, as my woman brain often says “suitable mate detected.”

Please, feel free to add to this list. I find a lot of men physically attractive, sure, but when they can naturally be a father? 🤌 That’s the good stuff.

Speaking about amazing plots into the Chicago PD in the last seasons!

What about season 10 that brought to us the amazing story of Adam Ruzek going undercover into a group of white supremacy while been the father of a Kid of Color.

He is one of those caracther that gotta a rich storyline with the seasons in this 10 years...

Now please! LETS GET ADAM & KIM WEDDING

[peachyhalstead]

alive | j. halstead

summary: chasing down an offender doesn't go quite as planned (dw it ends fluffy)

pairing: established (married) fem!reader x jay halstead, platonic!reader x adam ruzek

word count: 1.75k

warnings: canon-level violence, gunshot, hospitals, medical inaccuracies

a/n: meet a seasoned fanfic writer's first fic about jay <3 please let me know what you think of this !! also it was originally written in 3rd pov so if you see anything wrong, no you didn't ---- You followed Adam down the alley, weapons drawn. "Chicago PD! Stop!"

You felt your lungs burn as you raced down the alley, nodding when you saw Adam silently gesture to enter through the front door, and he would take the back.

Noticing the door was already open, you walked in, eyes alert for any sign of a victim or offender.

Hearing Adam call out a "clear!" you opened your mouth to do the same, but didn't make it that far as you heard three shots ring out, feeling two sharp pains tear through your body.

Adam, having seen the offender shoot you, quickly fired a round of his own weapon, pressing a button on his radio. "5021 Ida, shots fired by offender and police! We need an ambo to our location, plain-clothed officers at the scene, one in need of urgent medical care!"

Near the end of the block that you and Adam were on, Jay's head shot up to meet Hailey's, hearing their coworker's distraught call into the radio.

The two sprinted out of their location, and down to the abandoned house, hearing the sirens grow louder.

"Ruz! Where are you guys?!" Jay called, stomping through the house.

He felt his heart plummet when he saw his wife on the floor, bullet hole in your shoulder and belly, Adam holding his jacket over the wounds.

"Y/N!" He fell to his knees next to you, letting out a breath when you looked at him.

"J-Jay, I didn't see him coming." You mumbled, breaths shaky.

"Shh, it's okay, hon. You're going to be alright." Jay reassured you, his hands trembling as he reached out to stroke her the back from your face. He shot a panicked look at Adam, who was still pressing down on the bullet wounds.

"Ambo's en route, Jay," Adam said, his voice tight with worry. "She's strong, she's gonna pull through this."

Jay didn't answer, his attention solely focused on his wife. He held onto your hand, willing his strength into you. "Hang in there, baby."

"I'm trying," you answered weakly.

Just then Voight and Kevin Atwater stormed into the room. The sight of you on the floor left them momentarily stunned before they sprung into action. Voight acknowledged Ruzek with a curt nod and Atwater immediately moved to Jay's side, helping apply pressure to your wounds.

The sirens outside grew louder as the ambulance neared their location. It wasn't long before the paramedics came rushing in with a stretcher, immediately getting to work on stabilizing you for transport to Med.

As they carried you out of the house, Jay followed closely behind, fear etched on his face but determination in his eyes. He watched as they loaded yoiu into the ambulance before climbing in right after them.

The team was left in the eerily quiet house -- a stark contrast to the chaos moments ago. Voight looked around at his team, each one wearing an expression of concern and fear for their colleague.

"Everyone alright?" he asked gruffly, though there was a hint of concern in his tone.

Ruzek and Atwater both nodded, and soon the team made their way to Chicago Med, making home in the waiting room, wanting to be there for both you and Jay.

Jay, having hopped out of the ambulance as you were unloaded and ushered into a trauma room, a few nurses stopping him from going in. "Jay, Jay stop!"

The detective pulled a hand through his hair, looking at his older brother, Will. "Will, you gotta help her, man."

Shaking his head, he nodded to where his coworkers Dr. Marcel and Dr. Choi were working on you, who had since lost consciousness. "I can't, bro. She's family, against hospital policy."

Jay hit the wall, tears coming to his eyes. "I can't lose her, man. We just got married, this can't be the end."

Will clapped his brother on the back, jaw tense. "They got her, Jay. She'll be good, she's a strong one."

The two brothers watched as you were rushed into emergency surgery, being told to wait in the waiting room for any updates.

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Jay stared at the clock on the wall across from him, watching the hands move as time passed. It had been two hours since you were taken to the O.R., and as much as Will tried, he wasn't able to get any more information out of his coworkers.

"Hey, man." Adam walked over to Jay, handing him a coffee.

"Thanks." Jay spoke, voice raw. "You saved her life, Ruz."

Adam shook his head, sitting next to Jay. "It was my idea to split up. If we stuck together, maybe she wouldn't have gotten hit."

Jay looked at his friend. "Don't blame yourself, Ruz."

The two detectives sat in silence, only perking up when Will and Dr. Marcel walked out into the waiting room.

"Is she-" Jay cut himself off, unable to finish the question.

"She's alive. We got both the bullets out, there was some damage to her shoulder, but we were able to repair it all."

Jay let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, grateful smile on his face. "Can I see her?"

Dr. Marcel shook his head. "Not right now. She's being moved to a recovery room in the I.C.U., a nurse will come out to bring you to her when she's settled."

"Will she still be able to be a cop?" Adam asked, the question plaguing him ever since he saw you hit the ground.

"With physical therapy and rest, Y/N should get full function and mobility of her shoulder. It won't be fast, she'll need lots of rest."

Jay thanked the surgeon, shaking his hand before he walked away.

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Once the team had all heard that you made it through surgery, they headed back to the district to close up the case, the offender in CPD's morgue.

Jay sat up when a nurse walked over to him, smile on her face. Maggie, he recalled, from when Will introduced them a while ago. "She’s awake, she's asking for you."

Rising from the uncomfortable seat, Jay groaned as his back cracked, following Maggie down the halls to the I.C.U.

He smiled when he finally laid eyes on you, blinking blearily as the door opened and you saw your husband.

"Jay," you sighed in relief, her voice barely a whisper.

His breath hitched in his throat as he approached the bed. Your face was paler than he remembered, hair fanned out on the white hospital pillow. The sight of seeing you awake, those sparkling eyes looking at him despite being clouded by painkillers and fatigue, was enough to bring tears prickling in his eyes.

"Hey, baby," he murmured, carefully taking your hand and pressing a kiss to it. "How are you feeling?"

You gave a small wry smile. "Like I’ve been shot twice."

He chuckled weakly, stroking your hand with his thumb. "They said you did great in surgery."

You shrugged slightly, wincing after. "I don't remember much."

"They also said you’ll need a lot of rest and physical therapy for your shoulder."

You nodded slowly. “That’s okay. I can handle it.”

Jay looked at you, admiration clear in his eyes. Despite having just woken up from surgery and being shot twice, you were still trying to put up a brave face.

"There's my soldier," he said softly, brushing a loose strand of your hair from her your-drenched forehead.

Just then there was a soft knock on the door and Will walked in followed Dr. Marcel.

Dr. Marcel greeted you two with a warm smile as he approached your bed. He checked on your vitals before turning to Will and Jay.

"She's doing well considering the circumstances," Dr. Marcel reported.

Will nodded, sending you a comforting smile. "Should be able to get discharged in a few day’s time."

You nodded, looking at the sling your arm was in. "How long do I need to wear this?"

Dr. Marcel smirked, Will had warned him that his sister-in-law wasn't one to sit around and do nothing. "At least a month, but it depends on how your physical therapy goes. But, for a couple weeks, you can't move your arm. We had to repair some muscles in your shoulder, so it'll be sore."

You nodded, thanking the doctor as he left, Will following.

Jay looked at you, sad smile on his face. "Ruz is blaming himself."

You frowned, trying to sit up, wincing as your abdomen throbbed.

"Hey, hey, take it easy." Jay helped you sit up, making sure you were comfortable.

"Can I see the team? At least Adam, I want him to know it wasn't his fault." You looked at your husband, who nodded and pressed a kiss to your forehead, heading down to grab the team.

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After a few days, you were finally able to leave the hospital. You had signed the discharge paperwork, and Jay walked back into the room after pulling the car around, soft smile on his face when he saw you struggling to get her coat on, one arm still in the sling.

"Here, let me help," he offered, walking over to you. He helped you put on the coat, paying extra attention to not disturb your injured shoulder.

You met his eyes and offered him a soft smile. "Thanks, babe."

Jay just nodded, his throat choked with emotion. He was relieved that you were okay but knew you had a long way to go for your complete recovery. He gently took your hand, gave it a squeeze, and lead out of the room.

As they walked through the silent corridors, you leaned into him slightly. It was subtle but Jay noticed it immediately. He wrapped his arm around you, offering her comfort and support. The worry lines on his face seemed to deepen as they moved towards the exit of the hospital.

Outside, the city was bustling as usual. The harsh city lights reflected off Jay's face as he helped you into their car before moving around to sit in the driver's seat.

The ride home was quiet. The only sound was the low hum of the engine and the occasional honk from nearby traffic. You were staring out of the window, mind lost in thoughts while Jay focused on driving, occasionally glancing over at his wife.

“Hey, Jay?” You looked over at him, voice quiet.

Jay hummed, glancing at you while he pressed on the gas petal when the light turned green.

“Just,” you paused, feeling a teenager in love again. “I love you.” ---- a/n: did u like it? also please don't expect good titles ever titles always make me wanna punch a brick wall

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How Many Detectives Are Needed To Sleep A Baby? || Jay Halstead x reader!

Cute and fluffy Jay, wife and baby + babysitter detectives

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

Summary: Intelligence unit takes care of Jay's newborn baby while he and his wife are in court. Turns out it is the most difficult case they have worked on.

-"You can't go in there". Platt muttered in a scolding tone to Adam, who wanted to go into the coffee room.

-"Why not?" He asked strangely.

-"Shhhhhh". Kim gave him a punch on his arm. -"Keep it quiet, you're gonna wake her up".

-"Ok, alright". Ruzek kept his voice low. -"What the hell is going on, girls?"

-"Halstead's baby is sleeping in there. Don't you dare to interrupt her sweet dreams, bro". Kevin said from his desk.

-"Look at her. You can see her smile even from here". Hailey said, peeking through the window.

Trudy and Kim followed her.

-"She's so lucky she didn't get her father's mad face". The Sergeant enquired.

-"What do you think she's dreaming about? She looks so peaceful".

-"What's going on? Where's Jay? Where's her mom? What is she doing here all alone?" Adam was losing it, increasing his voice volume once more.

-"She's not alone. We're taking care of her!". Hailey frowned.

-"Adam, please". Voigh silently got out of his office and rushed towards him whispering. -"Would you keep it down? I can hear your voice even with my door closed. Let the baby rest, she's only weeks old and already has seen too much".

The detective opened his arms in a defeated gesture. He had just arrived and didn't understand anything.

-"Y/N is testifying right now, we couldn't avoid it. She and her colleagues published the investigation under their names, so...I couldn't stop it. Jay is by her side. The baby is here for protection".

-"She really is a hell of a journalist". Upton mentioned with admiration.

-"And a very brave woman. We owe her a lot in this case". Hank stated.

-"You know? You would have known about this if you had arrived in time to work". Burgess teases Adam.

-"Is there any news about the trial?" Platt wanted to know, worried about you.

-"Not yet, but Jay said he'll be in touch". The boss stated. -"You know these trials take time".

They weren't conscious about it, but the whole Intelligence squad looked hilarious talking with whispers and walking in tiptoes as they went back to their workplaces.

Time passed and the girl was still sleeping safe and sound, until Adam decided to stand up to stretch a bit and stumbled with some cables on the floor. Naturally, the clatter woke up the little baby.

-"It had to be you, right?" Kim mocked her husband as she helped him stand up.

Hailey and Kevin ran to the coffee room as if they were running a race. It was him who got there first and held the baby girl.

-"There, there. Uncle Kev is right here". He tried to reassure her. -"I had siblings and took care of them when they were babies. I can manage another one".

But after a few minutes, she was still uncontrollable.

-"Ok, it's my turn". Burgess got into the game and took the baby off his partner's arms. -"I'm the only mom here, the only one who has a real daughter. I know how to do it".

-"What are you talking about?" Trudy Platt laughed. -"Makayla was already a grown up when you adopted her!" And she grabbed the baby to accommodate her in her chest. But the crying did not stop.

-"Oh, no. What are they doing to you, sweetie?" Upton grabbed her and laid her in her arms. -"I am her godmother, she knows me better".

The baby Halstead slowed down her crying, but she was still restless.

-"Well, how many detectives do you need to sleep a baby, hum? You don't know anything". Hank Voight gasped. -"Give her to me, I'll show you all". But as soon as she was in the arms of the boss, her crying increased. -"Oh. I've lost touch!"

Jay and Y/N were already at the bullpen, waiting in the stairs. They got in time to witness the fluffy scene.

-"Hey, guys? She's not a rag doll, you know?" Jay said laughing at the scene and his friends turned around with surprise. -"She just needs her daddy's arms''. He took his daughter to stroke her and almost immediately she calmed down.

-"That's not fair". Platt crossed her arms.

-"We brought you coffee". You smiled, leaving the box you were carrying on one of the desks. -"There's not enough caffeine when you take care of a newborn. There's one for each of you, just as each of you like it. Look for your name in the tags".

-"Geez, thanks!" Adam said gladly and balanced the table. -"I was denied entrance to the coffee room the whole morning".

-"I'm sorry". You turned red.

-"Don't listen to him". A chorus of detectives said.

-"She's really calm, it was no problem". Kevin asserted and everyone else agreed.

You approached your husband and as soon as you were in your daughter's sight, the baby started to smile and giggle, throwing little kicks into the air.

-"What? Why are you laughing so much, baby?" You raised your hands and freed Jay's arms. -"Come with mommy, sweetie".

Everyone stared at the scene with tenderness, especially Kim, whose eyes started watering.

-"You wanna hold her?"

She just nodded and took the opportunity.

-"How was the trial? Are you alright?" Platt inquiered.

-"Yeah, I mean it was really scary, but I think it went fine". Y/N hands started to shake a little bit, but she was fast enough to hide them in her pockets. Nobody noticed, except for Jay.

-"She did a great job". He hugged you by the waist, trying to secretly ease you.

-"I have no doubt about it, she already showed us how much of a badass she is". Hank smirked.

-"I will just be more comfortable if you stay in here at least until the Jury deliberates, or as soon as I can go home with you. It's just a precaution, I'm not being paranoid or something".

-"Yes, I agree". Voight followed the idea.

-"Sure. Whatever you think is better".

The baby yawned and stretched herself so adorably, that she caught everyone's attention again.

-"I should put her down to sleep".

-"Alright. Take my seat, Y/N. We don't know how much we're staying here". Jay pointed out.

-"C'me on, Kim. Give the baby back to her mommy".

-"If you need help with the baby or you get bored of these people around, I'll be downstairs". The desk Sergeant winked at you and you smiled back at her back.

-"She won't be bored. She has me here". Hailey pulled a face.

-"I'll take provisions just in case the little one takes the coffee room again". Ruzek rushed to the kitchen.

Everyone else rolled their eyes in a funny way.

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Bandit-Part 1

Jay Halstead x Reader (nicknamed Bandit)

You and Jay get the news that Voight is switching up partners for a couple weeks. You’ve been at each other’s side for two years. How are you supposed to get used to new partners?

The moment you parked your truck and climbed out you heard Jay call your name. You turned to see him walking towards you and knew just from his posture alone that something was wrong. “What’s up Halstead?” you could see the muscle clenching in his jaw “Fucking Rixton man” you grinned at him “What’s wrong with him?”

He shrugged “Oh nothing, besides the fact that Voight is splitting us up by partnering you with him for a couple weeks” you raised an eyebrow because that was news to you and it wasn’t exactly like you were late. “How the hell do you know that? Roll call hasn’t even happened yet” he waved a hand towards the building “Platt told me”

You nodded slowly “So you went in, found that out then what? Came back out here to wait on me?” “Yeah! We’ve been partners for two years! Why is he putting you with Rixton?” you shrugged “I don’t know, but it’s not like either of us outranks Voight here Jay. It’ll be fine” 

He rolled his eyes “I don’t know about him” you grinned at him “It’ll be fine partner. I’ll be back annoying you before you know it” he winked at you “You better, I won’t know what to do without you ingesting way too much caffeine and talking my ear off” you shook your head “You love me and you fucking know it” then turned to head into the building with him following you. 

You and Jay had gotten partnered up right after Erin left for New York. You and him were basically side by side most of the time. It wouldn’t hurt your partnership to be separated for a couple weeks. It would be fine, besides Rixton seemed like an ok dude and Voight swore he was decent police. Might as well give the guy a chance.

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Jay opened the door for you and fell in step next to you “And if he’s not a decent cop?” you cut your eyes up at him “You’ll be nearby even in the field Jay. Along with the rest of our unit” he nodded “I still don’t like it” you shook your head “You sound like a five year old” he rolled his eyes “Oh bite me Bandit” “Where ya want it?” You asked and he smirked “You better have gotten your rabies shot this year you little feral shit” 

You shrugged “Maybe, maybe not” the two of you walked up the stairs, stopping at the palm scanner. The gate popped so Jay held it open for you both. You walked up the stairs and the moment you stepped foot in the bullpen Voight’s voice hit your ears “Halstead, Bandit. My office” you tilted your head to look at him “Guess that’s us getting told?” he nodded “Yup” 

The two of you walked through the bullpen, ignoring how everyone’s eyes tracked the two of you. Anyone could tell from the set of Jay’s shoulders he wasn’t happy with this and you didn’t want Rixton catching the brunt of his aggravation when it wasn’t actually his fault. 

You walked into Voight’s office first, followed by Jay. “Sit down” Voight spoke so you sat down in the furthest chair and Jay sat next to you. “You both know I like Male and Female partners” you nodded “Well since Upton is the newest permanent addition, Ruzek is undercover and Rixton is a temp we gotta switch things around a bit”

“How so?” Jay asked as if the fucker hadn’t met you in the parking lot, bitching about it. “You’ll be with Upton and Bandit will be with Rixton” “And when Ruzek is due back in two weeks?” you asked and he shrugged “We’ll look back at it then” “Ok” you agreed and Jay nodded “Ok” 

You both stood up to walk out, Voight following you to the door. “Upton with Halstead, Rixton with Bandit” they both looked up then nodded. You cut your eyes at Jay then bumped your shoulder against his “It’ll be fine” you whispered then walked over to Kenny “Guess we’re gonna be partners for a little bit?” he nodded “Looks that way”

He looked across the room towards Jay then stepped closer to you and whispered in your ear “Is Halstead gonna kick my ass or something for this?” you followed his line of sight to see Jay was glaring at him and shook your head “He’s just protective, last time either of us were partnered with anyone else it didn’t end well” he nodded “Well I’ll have your back” you stared at him for a moment then slowly nodded “We’ll see, won’t we?”

You heard Kim whistle and looked up about the time she tossed a file onto your desk. “What’s this?” she shrugged “Something new came in on your C.I.” you opened it and swore under your breath. “What’s wrong?” Kenny asked and you shook your head “This asshole got arrested” 

“Donnie?” Jay guessed and you waved a hand towards him “Someone give the man a prize, I gotta go find that idiot and see what the hell he was thinking and why didn’t he get them to call me instead of getting out on bond. That complicates things” “I’ll roll with you” he offered as you stood, slipping your jacket on then you looked from Kenny to Hailey “Shit, we’re not partners right now Jay”

Kenny shrugged “Sounds like you both know this guy. I’ll cover with Voight” “Thanks man” Jay told him with a nod before the two of you headed for the stairs.

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“See? He’s not that bad” you teased Jay as you slid into the passenger seat of his truck which in turn caused him to glare at you “He’s not me. I’m your partner” you grabbed your heart “Aww that’s so stupid” he rolled his eyes “You know what I mean Bandit”

“I know but it’s just a few weeks and you’ll still have my back, right?” he nodded “Always” as he pulled out onto the road.

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Jay parked about a block down from Donnie’s and the two of you climbed out of his truck. “What did he do?” he asked and you sighed “Breaking and entering. This may be my first C.I. I have to drop” he grimaced “That’s gonna be bad” “You’re telling me” you huffed as you stepped closer to him when the sidewalk was broken and you didn’t want to risk tripping on it.

He grinned when he realized what you’d done “Can keep her feet under her on a foot chase, take down bangers twice her size but has to worry about falling on her face on the concrete” “I will bite you Halstead” you warned and he shook his head “Should I warn Rixton you’re feral?”

“Naw, I’d only bite you” he grinned “Lucky me”, following you up the walkway to Donnie’s house. You knocked and heard his girlfriend and when she opened the door her eyes got big “That stupid bastard didn’t call you like he said he did?” you grinned “Would I be here if he had sweetie?” 

“Who is it?” Donnie asked, walking around the corner and spotted Jay first “Oh shit” Jay pushed past Sweetie and grabbed him before he could run “Not so fast Donnie. You’ve got some explaining to do” 

Sweetie stepped to the side for Jay to bring Donnie back to the door “Hey Bandit” he greeted and you crossed your arms “Nope, Bandit has left the building. It’s Detective Y/N to you” he grimaced “Look I know I fucked up” “Breaking and entering Donnie? What happened to your job? I’m surprised your P.O. didn’t pull you for this”

“He’s gonna give me another shot” you shook your head “I’ll give you one more too but if I ever get tossed another arrest report on you? I will bring back every case I can to throw at you. Understood?” he nodded “Yes ma’am” 

Jay let him go and Donnie nodded at him “Nice to see she still has her catch dog Halstead” “What?” Jay took a step towards him and you called Jay’s name. He stopped and cut his eyes at you so you shook your head. Donnie grinned “That’s what” and jumped back when Jay glared at him.

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“Two weeks Donnie, I want something good” you reminded him before falling in step with Jay back to his truck. Once you were back on the way to the precinct Jay broke the silence by scoffing “Catch dog?”

You laughed “It’s not just you if it makes you feel better? All you guys in the unit have a habit of being protective to say the least over the females. It’s nothing new” he got to a-red light and tilted his head to look at you “I’ve never been called a catch dog before” you couldn’t help but laugh “I’m sorry, what do you want me to say here? Should I pat your head and call you a good boy?” he raised an eyebrow “I don’t think we quite have the same thought process behind you calling me a good boy” and you felt your face warm “JAY!” you scolded and he grinned “Come on! I have to annoy you for a little while considering Rixton is gonna get you as soon as I get back” 

“Watch it, you’re sounding like a jealous boyfriend” he rolled his eyes “You wish” you pointed to the light “It’s green” he looked back and hit the gas. You and Jay had always been a little flirty with each other but it had never been anything. He was your friend and that was it, yeah he was an attractive man. You had eyes but you always knew there were some lines that became complicated if they were ever crossed. 

When you and Jay walked back into the precinct Trudy motioned you over to her desk. Both of you walked over and she glanced towards the stairs before saying “You two really know how to push his buttons. He assigns you different partners and within what? An hour you’re rolling out together?”

Your eyes widened, shit Voight knew. “It was a C.I. We both know. He may have bolted if he saw Rixton” you explained and she crossed her arms “Didn’t think to mention that to Voight?” you shrugged “I figured he’d tell me to take him anyways” 

She nodded “If you two don’t play nice with new partners he may separate you two for good” you cut your eyes at Jay and felt your heart hit your feet at the idea. “Ok, thanks Trudy” “Of course”

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You got to the palm scanner first so you held the gate open for Jay when it popped then the two of you headed up. “You two, my office” Voight spoke from where he was standing next to the board the moment you two made it into the bullpen.

Hailey caught your eye and mouthed “Sorry” on the way by. You walked in the office first, followed by Jay then Voight. He closed the door then faced the two of you “Didn’t I tell you to take Rixton Bandit?” “Yes sir” you replied. He looked at Jay “Didn’t I tell you to take Upton?” “Yes sir,” Jay replied.

“Then why the hell did you two turn around and do whatever the hell you want not even two hours later?” “Donnie got arrested, I needed to talk to him. He knows Jay and doesn’t know Kenny” you explained and Voight nodded “So what I’m hearing is you still did whatever the hell you wanted even if you had a good reason”

Without thinking about it, you and Jay both crossed your arms at the same time. “I didn’t want my C.I. to bolt” you pushed and he nodded “I’ll let it go but until Ruzek gets back your partner is Rixton, Jay’s partner is Upton. If you two can’t prove you can work as well without each other as you can together? I may have to move partners around permanently” 

“Yes sir” you and Jay both answered in unison and you could see the muscle in Jay’s jaw clenching in anger. Voight shook his head “Go do some work”

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You walked back into the bullpen and cut your eyes at Kim who smirked at you. That in turn made you bite your cheek to keep from laughing. Wasn’t like you and Jay were the first ones to get yelled at in the principal’s office.

You walked back over to your desk and sat down then leaned back in your chair to look over at Rixton “Who has seniority between me and you?” he shrugged “I don’t mind listening to your call, this is your unit after all. You know the ins and outs”

You grinned “Oh I like you already” and he laughed lightly. Jay walked past you and you could feel his eyes on you while you talked to Kenny. From Voight’s threat this partnership had to work if you and Jay ever wanted to ride together again.

Part 2

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Jay Halstead: Sensory Overload 

I’m not sure how I feel about this one...But I spent the time writing it so you might as well get the option to read it. It was definitely better in my head.  

Warnings- Mentions of sensory overload, minor violence 

There is now a part two To Be Continued

You continued tugging Jay down the hallway of the police department. He and Adam had just gotten into a loud and unnecessary fight. Jay had been irritable for the last few weeks from the pressure of this case that involved an old military buddy of his and Mouse weighing heavily on him. He had crossed the line when he had swung at Ruzek connecting firm with a well-aimed hook that had knocked the other officer flat on his ass.  

Jay hadn’t protested when you had grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out of intelligence and down to the locker rooms. But he did when you pulled him through the room and into a smaller hallway out the back. “I know, I know I shouldn’t have hit Ruzek-” You snort at that. “I said I know I fucked up.” You open a half-empty supply closet, and the lights flick on automatically. You pull Jay into the room and the door slams closed behind you. “What the hell. If you're looking for a hook up all you had to do was-” 

“Shut up Jay,” His eyes meet yours before you reach back and flip off the light switch. He expects a forceful kiss and you to start tearing at his clothes. Why else would you possibly take him into a secluded room and turn off the lights? Jay wasn’t complaining. You were an attractive woman, and he would have to be blind not to notice. He is taken aback when instead you release your grip on his forearm, and he feels you shift back a step. “Just take a few breaths,”  

“I’m not having an anxiety attack.” Jay shoots back his voice bouncing harshly off the walls. His skin crawled when he thought others viewed him as vulnerable.   

“I know,” You soothe, “Just for once listen to me. Take a minute.”  

Jay scoffs, muttering to himself as he shifts on his feet before reluctantly doing as you say. He is already here, standing in the dark, feeling more than a little bit ridiculous. He might as well oblige you. It takes almost a full minute before he understands. He can feel his body reacting to the change in stimuli.  

When he had been up in the intelligence bullpen it had been stiflingly hot with the air conditioner being broken down. His clothes had clung to him making his skin feel too tight and like his nerves were trying to crawl their way out of his flesh. The florescent lights had been making his eyes burn and he swore the hum from them was echoing through the room. Everything was loud in that room. It seemed like everyone was yelling instead of talking, the noise reverberating through his head and making his head and behind his eyes throb.     

 This room is cold and dark. The only sound is the two of you breathing and the hum of the air coming through the vent. He could feel his irritation calm. His body was relaxing, the throbbing in his head dulling. It was as if a dial had been spun down to the lowest setting on everything. Jay sunk into the feeling. 

When his thoughts returned to him, he wasn’t sure how long you had both been standing in the dark room. “How did you know to do that?” He had whispered but it sounded louder, breaking through the silence.  

“It helps me, I was hoping it would help you too.” You whispered back. “Sensory overload can be completely consuming.” 

“Sensory overload,” Jay repeats trying to think if he had ever heard anything about it when he had done his mandatory counseling in the army. It sounded vaguely familiar but nothing concrete when it came to information. That's when it occurred to him. “Is this where you sneak off all the time?” 

You hum in agreement, “It helps when I’m having a hard time. When I need a minute to myself before I get back to it. I hope it helped you too.” You feel slightly awkward. You had been so sure that it was what Jay had needed when you had drug him down here. He sounded better but you couldn’t be sure. The two of you weren’t close. It was mostly your fault. You were on the shyer side, not a detective but a forensic scientist for the department.

Jay was cocky and sassy, always sure of what he was saying. It was intimidating. Not to mention you found him just a few degrees too high in the looks department. Despite that, he was a sweet guy. He had, on more than one occasion, stopped people from talking over you or butting in when you were laying out forensic information. At first, it had been awkward knowing you had everyone's full attention on you when giving your reports. In the end, it gave you a confidence boost.     

You hadn’t been thinking when you had grabbed his forearm and yanked him to follow you after he had laid out Adam.  

“It did,” Jay rasped, “Thank you.” He was closer to you now. You could feel his body heat like a walking furnace burning next to you. You trembled as you thought of the implications of the two of you being locked in this room together. His own words about hooking up ring back through your ears. You had flushed brightly with embarrassment that he had blissfully missed because of the darkness you had blanketed the two of you in.  

“We should probably get back,” It had been a significant period, and you were starting to lose your rationality of the relationship you two had. 

Barely friends, maybe not even friends.   

You heard his agreement, his focus returning to the case at hand, and felt him take a few steps to the door. He was reaching for the light switch when the impulse overtook you. You grabbed his forearm again to stop him from turning on the light. You pressed up on your toes and pressed a full but gentle peck on his lips. It was quick and chaste. Your confidence had died off quickly leaving you feeling embarrassed.  

Your heels had barely touched the floor again when Jay’s body was wrapped around you. His lips captured yours in a heated, lingering kiss. It was the only thing you could focus on. The intensity was wild and burned through you singeing all your senses.  

When he pulled back, he traced your bottom lip with his calloused thumb, “To be continued.” He promised. 

[marrrrss]

Lost and Found: Crossed Path, ch.1

Hank Voight x Reader, +basically all CPD and extra characters

Summary: 3 kids missing. Familys desperate. Full on chaos on District 21 and on the streets. Inteligence on the lead of it. But everything changes when a little boy is found on a park.

Chapter 2

Word count: 1.2K

TW: none?

Author's note: first chapter of this series, hope you like it!

>>>English is not my first language<<<

The evening had descended, the sun setting below the horizon, elongating shadows in the streets of Chicago. It was ordinary, even quiet, for a moment. Then the first call came in.

5:14 PM

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"I can't find my children!" Rose miller's voice was a panic, the words spilling out in a rush. "I'd left them with the nanny this morning, and now I came home, and no one's here!"

"Ma'am, have you tried calling the nanny's phone? What is the nanny's name?" The dispatcher's voice was even, trying to keep things down to earth.

"Yes, I have! Her phone is off! H-her name is Katie. Katie Baxter," Rose Miller responded, trembling as she looked around the quiet apartment. Her eyes swept the room, wishing to see her children.

"Okay, ma'am, I'm sending officers to your location right away. Try to stay on the line, and I'll update you on what's going on. What are your children's names?"

" Anna and Alex, they're 3 years old"

The dispatcher immediately relayed the information to the respective patrol units, and the wheels of investigation began to turn.

5:41 PM

Meanwhile, in the suburbs, another hysterical voice yelled through the 9-1-1 system.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"I can't find my daughter!" Daniel Jones' voice echoed over the phone. "I left her with the nanny this morning, and now she's not answering her phone, and she's gone! Please! Please help!"

"Sir, what is your daughter's name? What is the nanny's name?" The dispatcher repeated the questions.

"My daughter's name is Victoria, she's 3. And the nanny-his nanny-her name is Katie Baxter!"

"I'm sending units to your location, sir. Stay calm, and we'll take care of you."

The dispatcher quickly radioed to officers in the area, aware of the growing alarm.

Katie Baxter wasn't just missing; so were the children she was entrusted to care for.

Miller Residence – 6:12 PM

Kim Burgess and Adam Ruzek arrived at the Miller house just as the sky turned dusky. Rose was pacing in the front yard, phone clutched tightly in her hands. She looked up as they stepped out of their car, her eyes pleading for something—anything.

"You’re the detectives?" she asked breathlessly.

"Detectives Burgess and Ruzek," Kim verified, flashing her badge. "Where's your husband?"

"He's coming."

"Let's do what you told 9-1-1 first," Adam suggested as they walked towards the house.

Rose tried to go through it all again, voice shaking.

"They were home this morning. Katie was with them all day. I called at two just to catch up, and she didn't answer. I figured she was busy. Then at four, I called. Then five. I panicked. I called my husband, but I—I don't know what happened."

"Was anything missing?" Kim asked.

"Their jackets and shoes, that's it. No bag. No clothes. It's like she just… went."

Adam caught Kim's eye. This had none of the earmarks of a random kidnapping.

A car pulled into the driveway. John Miller got out, his face a tight mask of fear. "What's going on? Where are my kids?"

Rose turned to him. "I don't know, John."

"Mr. Miller," Adam said warily, "your wife just gave us a timeline. We need to corroborate some information—"

"Do you think we did something wrong?" John snapped.

Kim held up a hand. "We're trying to find your kids."

The tension eased, at least somewhat, and the interview continued. As they were walking out of the house, toward their car, Adam muttered, "This is a nightmare."

Kim nodded, distracted, then suddenly exhaled a humorless laugh.

"What?" Adam said.

Kim hesitated before shaking her head. "It's just—this whole thing… Have you ever considered something like this happening to us?"

Adam didn't answer right away. Instead, he turned to her, his expression serious. "Don't joke."

Kim met his gaze. "I'm not."

Adam let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. "We'll re-check Mak's nanny again. Just in case."

They both knew it wasn't much of a joke.

Jones Residence – 6:35 PM

Hailey Upton and Kevin Atwater stepped out of their car to see Daniel and Emily Jones standing in the doorway of their expansive estate. Emily's hands shook, her eyes red-rimmed from weeping.

Kevin spoke first. "Mr. and Mrs. Jones?"

Daniel nodded. "Yeah. Please—please come in."

Everything inside was pristine, expensive. Yet the suffocating sense of loss stifled the room.

Emily gestured to the couch. "She was just… here." Her voice cracked. "Victoria was just here."

Hailey took out her notebook. "Tell us about Katie."

Emily swallowed. "She came highly recommended. Good with kids. Polite. Sweet. But now, in retrospect—I don't know. She was private. Too private."

That was new.

"Did you know Katie was working for other families?" Kevin asked.

Daniel shook his head. "What? No."

Hailey and Kevin exchanged a glance. This was no longer a missing nanny case.

Back at the 21st District – 7:15 PM

Pandemonium in the bullpen. Intelligence in high gear, chasing down leads. Amber alerts already out on the children. Trudy Platt downstairs juggling the patrol officers and keeping everything above water surface.

"Alright," Voight gruffly spoke, at the center of it all. "What do we know?"

"She doesn't have an Illinois ID," Hailey said.

"No apartment in her name," Adam added.

"No relatives here," Kevin said.

"Her face or name is not in our system" Kim added

Dante Torres added, "Checked her car plates, they're fake. The plate the Jones and Miller's gave us are different. Bet she had a plate for each family."

Silence. Then Voight exhaled sharply. "Find her. Call your CI's, anyone who can help. CCTV around 10 blocks of the kids houses and the places the parents said they went to, parks, stores everywhere. Ran the parents connections and past, any enimies, anything. We have 3 kids missing, I want them back home. Fast."

The squad broke up, following every lead they had.

The morning after

The city was still waking up when a patrol car saw him.

A small boy, alone on a park bench.

A little boy, around 3-4 years old.

Tear-stained face. Clutching a small stuffed bear.

There he was—alone, cold, and scared.

The patrol officers exchanged a glance before approaching slowly.

"Hello, buddy," one of them said gently, kneeling before the child. "Lost?"

The boy didn't answer right away. He hugged his teddy bear tighter, his big brown eyes searching the vicinity as if looking for something—or someone.

"Whats your name buddy" Officer Ramirez asked the little boy , kneeling down.

"Lucas" Lucas said in a voice above a whisper.

"Where's your mommy and daddy?" the other officer asked.

Lucas snuffled. "Katie said I had to wait."

The officers stiffened. Katie.

That was all they needed to hear.

The bullpen was chaos. No one had slept. Inteligence was still loking at every cctv camera that could give anything about Katie and the kids.

The doors swung open.

"Hey, Sarge?" Ramirez came in, Greene alongside him. Between them, a little boy stood, small fingers clasped around Ramirez's hand. "We got a situation."

"What?" Trudy said looking up from her paperwork.

"His name is Lucas. Found him in a park bench" Ramirez answered.

"Go up" Trudy said opening the gate to inteligence.

As soon as they got to the top of the stairs to inteligence everyone turned to them.

"Who's the kid?" Voight stepped forward.

"Found him alone in a park," Ramirez said. "Name's Lucas. But here's the thing, Sarge—there was no missing kid named Lucas on any report last night."

Kim, who had been reviewing security footage, straightened immediately. "Wait—Lucas?" She stepped forward, kneeling to peer into the boy's eyes. "Whats your last name buddy?"

Lucas didn't answer

Kim's eyes up at inteligence "Do we have any Lucas missing?"

Dante already on computer searching trought the amber alerts "No lucas on the system"

Voight just looked in silence to the litlle boy before turning to his team. "Look nation wide. Maybe from other state or his family hasnt given him as missing."

Silence fell over the room as the implication of that set in.

One missing child found. Nothing about him on this case,

Three still gone.

And there was no trace of Katie Baxter.

(To be continued...)

[chloe-skywalker]

Bullying - Hank Voight

Hank x reader daughter

Warnings: bullying

Word count: 1,221

Requested: Hank Voight x teen daughter reader, he finds out she's being bullied at school. - @meyocoko

Authors Note: Thank you so much for the request! This is my first Hank Voight Imagine, so I hope everyone likes it (that likes Chicago P.D.). My Hank Voight stuff will probably only be the reader being his daughter. Just FYI.

Masterlist

One Chicago Masterlist

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“Any cases?” Jay asked as he sat down at his desk.

Erin shook her head. It had been a slow day for the intelligence unit. “No its been a slow day.”

“Hmmm.” Voight hummed also listening to Erin’s answer. Even Voight was getting bored.

But when Trudy came up the stairs with concern on her face, that got everyone's attention. “Voight. Y/n’s principle is on the phone.”

“Thank you, Trudy.” Voight nodded and headed into his office and picked up the phone. “Hello.”

“Hello, Mr.Voight. I’m sorry for calling you at work.” Y/n’s principal apologized over the phone.

“It's not a problem. What's going on? Is Y/n alright?” Voight spoke with a tight voice. It was rare when the school called him so he was really worried but trying not to show it.

There was a pause on the phone before the person on the other side cleared their throat. “That's why I called there was an altercation and Y/n got very hurt so we’ve sent her to Chicago Med. We wanted to let you know and we also we’re hoping you could send down someone to talk to the kids responsible.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” Voight stated after a moment of silence. After that, the phone call ended and Voight shook his head trying to control his anger before exiting his office. “Ruzek and Linsdey head down to Y/n’s school and bring in the kids they’ll have there waiting for you back here to talk. Burgess call their parents and let them know that I’ll be pressing charges.”

“Voight, what happened?” Erin asked as her and the others started on their orders. All of them were now concerned about the teen girl they had all come to love and be very protective of.

“Some kids hurt Y/n bad enough that the school has sent her to Chicago Med.” Voight explained gruffly, trying to keep his worries and anger in check.

“What?!” Adam raised his brows in shock and he felt anger bubbling up on the inside. Much like everyone else in the room.

“Seriously? They just what? Let that happen?!” Jay was furious, he hadn’t known her the longest but even with his problems with Voight. Jay and Y/n had become close. They’d hang out, and go do things together. It bonded them. They’re friends. Y/n is like a little sister that Jay never had.

“Apparently. Look I’m going to Med to be with my daughter.” It unnerved the unit with how calm Voight seemed to be.

“I’ll come with you.” Jay said getting up to follow the older man.

“Let's go.” Voight nodded, he knew how close his daughter was to Jay. He might bring some comfort.

Everyone else headed off to do what they needed to do.

Once they arrived at Med, they went straight to the ED. Upon seeing his brother Jay called out. “Will!”

“How is she?” Voight asked as the redheaded Halstead appeared and stood in front of them.

Will let out a sigh, looking between his brother and Voight. “She doesn’t need surgery, which is the good news.”

As much of a relief that was it still left a question. “An the bad news?”

“About 70% of her body is covered in bruising, and she has a broken wrist, a few cracked ribs, and a laceration above her eye.” Will gave them a sad look. He to like a lot knew Y/n, and Will felt for the girl. She didn’t deserve this.

“Jeez Will.” Jay felt like throwing up. How could the school let it get this far? Or happen at all.

“I know.” Will nodded, he felt just like Jay.

“Where is she? Can I see her?” Voight asked keeping his feelings at bay for the time being. He was feeling to many things at once anyway.

“Yeah, right this way.” Will stated, leading them back to the trauma room Y/n Voight had been assigned to.

As they reached the room and saw y/n sitting up in the bed slightly leaning back. Probably to take pressure off her ribs.

“Hey, how about we go get copies of the injury reports and give them a minute?” Jay suggested with a tilt of his head. Wanting to give the father and daughter some space.

There were some moments of silence as Voight moved to sit down in the chair next to the hospital bed. It got to the point that Voight needed answers to keep his brain occupied. “Kid-”

“I know,dad.” Y/n cut him off nodding. Already knowing what he was going to say.

“What exactly happened?” he asked. He needed to know for many reasons but his main one and his focus now was just why and how this happened to his little girl. “Y/n.”

Y/n let out a sigh, knowing she had to tell him cause it was going to far and out of hand now. “It’s not the first time something happened.”

“You mean-”

Y/n nodded not looking at him. She couldn’t look at him. Not in the eyes. “It's normally not this bad.”

Now Voight was having an even harder time keeping it together. How could he not notice? How come she didn’t come to him? “Why didn’t you tell me? Or anyone?”

“I've tried before. To tell teachers bit either they do nothing or it just makes it worse.” She had thought about telling her dad or even Jay but if the school wouldn’t help how could they?

Voight shook his head reaching out for her hand, trying to get her to look at him. “I could’ve done something.”

“As a dad. Not as a cop. It wasn’t bad enough for cop involvement.” Y/n gave him a tight lipped sad smile.

She had a point and it bugged him cause he knew it was true. But now, this. This meant he could get involved as a cop, and a dad. “Well now it is and you can bet your ass I’m gonna do something about it.”

Y/n cracked a smile at him. “I don’t know who they should be more afraid of. You or Jay.”

“Combined force, sweetheart.”Voight gave her a half smirk half smile. Voight know she was right, he saw and could feel the anger coming off of Jay on the ride over to Med.

“Ohhh, deadly.” Y/n giggled wiggling her eyebrows and laughed. Even though they knew it was true.

Voight squeezed her hand for comfort before speaking. “You know you can talk to me right? About anything?”

He truly hoped she knew that. That she could come to him about anything and everything.

“I didn’t want to worry you.” Y/n shrugged but looked down feeling a little ashamed. That she didn’t tell him and that it happened at all.

“I’m your father. I worry even when your okay.” he told her sternly. He cared about her more than he could ever tell her. Or show her.

“I love you dad.” Y/n smiled at him grateful to have this off her chest, for him to know, and that he was by her side.

“I love you too.” Voight was gonna take care of this. An no one was gonna get in his way.

Taglist: @padawancat97

[themultifandomgal]

Jay Halstead- Work Husband Pt3

The following day I arrive to the precinct

"Alright Trudy"

"YLN your late" she acknowledges me without looking up

"Yeah I know, I'm sorry crazy morning"

"I don't care. Don't let it happen again" she says before letting me be buzzed up. I make my way to the break room to make myself a drink. Jay is in there already making himself a drink. Seeing me he gets out my cup and starts making me a coffee

"Thanks" I take a sip just as Jay asks

"How was the sex?" I practically choke on my coffee

"What?" I shout

"Come on. You and Severide. I saw how he looked at you last night"

"Kelly and I are friends"

"With benefits?"

"No" I roll my eyes "he's like a brother to me. Helped me through some shit"

"What kind of shit?" Before I can respond Erin pokes her head through the door

"Antonio and Jules have info"

Jay and I bring our drinks to the bullpen where Jules and Antonio are waiting

"We're boking for a Shane Cameron" Antonio tells us Xevier says he's been in hiding since yesterday"

"Yeah, but he has a flop house over on Addison. Might be worth checking out"

"All right, everybody vest up" Voight tells us all.

Once we arrive on the scene Antonio and Jules are the fist ones in when I hear a gun shot

"10-1. Officer shot" I hear Antonio shout through the radio. Voight and Erin are the first in with Jay and I behind them with our guns up

"Jules!" Erin shouts with worry. I run over to Jules and Antonio while Jay stays at the door

"YN!" I turn to Jay

"It's Pulpo let's go"

"Erin stay here" I tell her and run to Jay and Ruzek. We get in the car, Jay is driving and we start a high pursuit chase. As we're casing him cars are taking there time to move out of the way

"Fuck sake move!" I shout swerving between the cars. We finally block the car down an alleyway but of course not wanting to be caught Pulpo exists the car. Jay is the first one out with his gun and starts chasing him on foot. I then hear Jay tell us that he's got the offender.

Jules didn't make it. She died on arrival. I sit down on the couch with Severide sat next to me

"I needed this after the day I've had" I sigh as Shay hands me a beer then sits next to me on the other side 

"I'm sorry about Jules"

"I know our job is... unpredictable, but you never think... I can't get her husband and kids out of my head. Like fuck she had two kids"

"Come here" Shay pulls my into her side and hugs me. There's a knock on the door making all of us frown

"I'll get it" Kelly says going towards the door while Shay and I continue to hug one another

"Errr" Kelly awkwardly walks back into the living room with Jay

"Jay what are you doing here?"

"Today was tough. Just erm wanted to check up on you" Jay look at Kelly and Leslie

"Why don't we go and make dinner hey Shay?" They both leave the room, leaving me alone with Jay

"Are you ok after today?"

"Honestly? Not really no"

"Want to talk about it?" I ask scooting over on the couch. Jay sits down next to me

"All I can't think of is if that was you"

"Jay..."

"YN you are the best partner I have had, not only that your a good friend. Today just scared me"

"It scared me too" I place my head on his shoulder, Jay hugs me tightly into him "you can drive tomorrow, if you want" I say earning a little chuckle from him

"Thank you"

[kboo1999]

Adam’s nod of approval at Officer Cook…

Then he gave her a pat on the back.

AND she pretty much got the approval/go ahead from Voight.

Like yes ma'am...you're in.

[sabrinajenre96]

A glimpse of the past.

Kenny Rixton x Detective!Voight!Reader

Warning: this story contains some adult content like murder, blood, curse words and more.

This is a Chicago PD fanfiction

PART 2 :

The new detective:

Y/N leaned against the doorframe of her father’s office, arms crossed over her chest as she watched him rifle through case files. The exhaustion from their latest case settled deep in her bones, but one thing lingered on her mind—who the hell was replacing Adam?

“You could’ve at least warned me,” she said, pushing off the door and stepping inside.

Hank didn’t look up. “Warned you about what?”

She narrowed her eyes. He was playing dumb. He always did this when he was keeping something close to the chest.

“My new partner,” she said, emphasizing each word like she was speaking to a suspect dodging questions. “Who is it? When do they start?”

Hank finally met her gaze, his expression unreadable. “Tomorrow.”

Y/N sighed. “And?”

“And you’ll find out when everyone else does.”

Her frustration flared. “Dad, come on. You gave me hell when I was with Jay, but now you’re being secretive about who you’re partnering me up with?”

Hank’s jaw tightened just slightly. A flicker of something passed through his eyes, too quick for her to catch.

“You’ll work with who I assign you to,” he said, tone final. “No room to debate.”

That was it. The Sergeant card. Discussion over.

Y/N clenched her jaw, biting back the retort bubbling in her throat. She knew better than to push when he got like this, but something about his caginess bothered her.

“Fine,” she muttered, turning on her heel. “See you tomorrow.”

As she walked out, she nearly collided with Erin, who was leaning against the wall, arms folded, brows raised.

“You good?” Erin asked, pushing off the wall and falling in step beside her.

“No,” Y/N huffed. “He’s hiding something.”

Erin smirked. “When is he not?”

Y/N groaned, rubbing her temples. “If this guy’s an ass, I swear—”

Erin bumped her shoulder playfully. “We’ll deal with it tomorrow. Get some sleep, partner.”

Sleep. Yeah, right.

Because if Hank was acting this weird, tomorrow was about to be a hell of a day.

Morning sunlight streamed through the bullpen windows as the Intelligence team gathered, murmuring amongst themselves. The usual pre-shift chatter filled the space—Kevin and Kim talking about some ridiculous viral video, Olinsky nursing his coffee, Jay leaning against a desk, arms crossed as he watched Hank.

Y/N stood beside Erin, arms folded, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her mind was still turning over Hank’s weird behavior from the night before. She hadn’t shaken the feeling that something was off.

Hank cleared his throat, and the room fell silent.

“Alright, listen up,” he said, stepping forward. “Since Ruzek’s on assignment, we’re bringing in a new detective. He’s got experience in both patrol and undercover work. Knows Chicago inside and out.”

Y/N tilted her head, frowning slightly. Knows Chicago inside and out?

Before she could dwell on it, the bullpen doors swung open.

And in walked Kenny Rixton.

Time stopped.

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat, her body locking in place like she’d been frozen in time. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, drowning out whatever Hank was saying.

Kenny. Kenny.

Her first love. The one who got away. The man she thought she’d never see again.

And now he was standing in front of her, looking damn near the same—but older, sharper, like the years had carved new edges into him. His dark eyes swept the room, lingering on her for a fraction of a second before he gave a small nod, unreadable as ever.

Beside her, Erin stiffened.

Shit.

Y/N didn’t even have to look at her to know she was watching closely, her detective instincts already putting the pieces together. Erin was the only one who knew about Kenny. She had been there, picking up the pieces when Y/N left for L.A., when the distance between her and Kenny became too much to bear.

“Detective Rixton, welcome to Intelligence,” Hank said gruffly. “You’ll be partnering with Y/N.”

Y/N finally blinked.

Partnering with—

Her stomach dropped.

Kenny’s gaze landed on her again, longer this time. She saw the flicker of something—recognition, hesitation, something else she couldn’t place.

Jay shifted beside her, arms still crossed, his expression unreadable but his jaw tight.

Great. Just great.

Hank finished his introductions, then dismissed the team to get ready for the case briefing.

Y/N barely heard anything else.

She needed air.

As the others dispersed, Erin grabbed her arm, voice low. “Are you okay?”

Y/N swallowed. Nodded. Lied. “Yeah.”

Erin didn’t believe her for a second.

Neither did Y/N.

Y/N stormed into her father’s office, shutting the door behind her with a little too much force. Hank barely looked up from the paperwork on his desk.

“Close the door a little harder next time,” he said dryly. “Think it’s still on its hinges.”

Y/N ignored the jab, planting both hands on his desk as she glared at him. “You knew.”

Hank sighed, finally setting his pen down. “Knew what?”

“Don’t play dumb,” she snapped. “You knew Kenny and I had history, and you still partnered me with him.”

Hank leaned back in his chair, studying her with that unreadable expression he always wore when he was waiting for someone to say something stupid.

“Didn’t realize I needed your approval to assign partners,” he said.

Y/N’s jaw clenched. “You don’t,” she admitted. “But you’ve never been okay with relationships in the unit. You gave me hell for Jay. But this? This is different.”

Hank exhaled through his nose. “You and Jay were messy. This isn’t that.”

Her stomach twisted. “So, what? That’s your reason? You just happened to bring in Kenny?”

Silence. A beat too long.

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “There it is. You’re hiding something.”

“I’m not hiding anything,” Hank said. “Kenny’s a damn good cop. His old unit left him out to dry, and I don’t let good cops get thrown away.”

She caught it then—the slight shift in his tone, the way his hands clasped together on the desk.

This wasn’t just about her.

It was about Kenny.

She swallowed, momentarily thrown. “What happened to his old unit?”

Hank’s jaw tightened. “That’s not your concern.”

“That’s bullshit,” she snapped. “You’re always on my ass about being aware of my team. If I’m working with him, I should know.”

Hank exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his jaw. He looked at her then—not as her Sergeant, but as her father.

“You’re working with Rixton,” he said. “That’s final.”

Y/N huffed, frustration burning through her. He wasn’t going to budge.

But this—this wasn’t over.

She shook her head, pushing off the desk. “Fine.”

Hank watched her head for the door.

“You’re a good detective, Y/N,” he said, voice softer. “Don’t let old ghosts cloud your judgment.”

She froze for half a second.

Then she walked out, slamming the door behind her.

The Intelligence Unit gathered around the whiteboard in the bullpen, the usual buzz of pre-case chatter fading as Hank grabbed a marker. Y/N stood beside Erin, arms crossed tightly, still feeling the residual frustration from her conversation with her father. Across the room, Kenny leaned against a desk, listening, his expression unreadable.

Jay was on the opposite side of the table, arms crossed, his gaze flickering toward Kenny every so often. Tension was already brewing, and they hadn’t even started the damn case yet.

Hank cleared his throat, and everyone turned their focus to the board as he wrote a name in bold letters: Tiana Reynolds, Age 17.

“This morning, patrol responded to a body found in an alley off 63rd and Harper,” Hank began. “Victim is Tiana Reynolds, seventeen years old. Reported missing three days ago.”

Kevin let out a quiet curse under his breath. “That’s my neighborhood.”

Hank gave a sharp nod, flipping a photo onto the board. It was Tiana—young, vibrant, full of life. A stark contrast to the crime scene photo clipped beside it, where she lay motionless in the alley, bruised and lifeless.

“Cause of death is still pending,” Hank continued. “But preliminary reports suggest signs of assault. This ain’t the first time something like this has happened in that area.”

Y/N straightened, her brows pulling together. “What do you mean?”

Hank flipped another set of photos onto the board—four more girls, all young, all Black, all found dead under similar circumstances.

“These cases go back over five years,” he said. “Different precincts, different detectives, no solid leads. Most of them were labeled as ‘runaways’ or ‘drug-related.’” His jaw tightened. “No one followed up.”

Y/N felt her stomach turn. She could already see where this was going.

“This isn’t just about Tiana,” she said. “We’ve got a serial.”

Hank nodded. “Looks like it.”

The room fell silent for a moment.

Kevin shook his head. “You’re telling me this many girls went missing, ended up dead, and nobody gave a damn?”

“Seems like it,” Hank said, his tone grim.

Y/N clenched her jaw, her frustration bubbling over. She knew how this worked. Girls like Tiana, girls from underprivileged neighborhoods, didn’t get the same attention. They were overlooked.

Not this time.

“What do we have to go on?” Erin asked, cutting through the heavy silence.

Antonio flipped through the file. “Tiana was last seen at a corner store near her house. No known enemies, no gang affiliation. Her mother reported her missing the night she didn’t come home.”

Kim scanned the report. “And the other girls?”

“Same pattern,” Hank said. “All vanished from the same general area. Found days later in alleys or abandoned buildings. Different precincts didn’t connect the dots. But we will.”

Y/N took a deep breath, locking eyes with Kevin. She could see the same fire in his gaze that was burning in hers.

“We need to talk to the families,” she said. “See if there’s any overlap in their routines, places they frequented. If the previous cops didn’t do their job, we start from scratch.”

Hank nodded. “Atwater, Burgess—talk to Tiana’s mom. Get everything you can. Halstead, Dawson—start running down priors in the area. See if any known predators match the pattern.”

Y/N waited, knowing what was coming next.

“Y/N” Hank said, and she braced herself. “You and Rixton hit the neighborhood. Talk to locals, see if anyone saw something. Maybe someone out there has been keeping their mouth shut.”

She stiffened. She should’ve seen it coming. Of course he was pairing her with Kenny.

She glanced at Kenny, who met her gaze with that same unreadable expression.

Hank clapped his hands together. “Alright, let’s get to work.”

The team broke off, moving toward their assignments. Y/N turned toward Erin, who raised an eyebrow.

“You good?” Erin asked, voice low.

Y/N exhaled sharply. “Yeah.” Another lie.

Erin smirked knowingly. “Sure.”

Before she could say anything else, Kenny stepped up beside Y/N, hands tucked into his pockets.

“Guess it’s you and me, huh?” His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it.

Y/N swallowed down the flood of emotions. Focus on the case.

“Looks like it,” she muttered. Then, without another word, she grabbed her coat and headed for the door.

Kenny followed.

The ride to 63rd and Harper was mostly quiet, save for the hum of the police radio and the occasional directions from the GPS. Y/N kept her focus on the road, hands gripping the wheel a little too tightly. She could feel Kenny watching her, but she wasn’t ready for that conversation—not here, not now.

“So,” Kenny finally spoke, breaking the silence. “Are we gonna talk about it?”

Y/N didn’t look at him. “Talk about what?”

Kenny scoffed, shifting in his seat. “You know what.”

She clenched her jaw, eyes locked on the street ahead. “We’re working a case, Rixton. That’s what we’re talking about.”

Kenny let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head. “Alright. Work first, then.”

They pulled up to a corner where a group of women stood outside a small bodega, watching them warily. Y/N recognized the look—distrust, suspicion, exhaustion. The cops had been here before, made promises, and never followed through.

She sighed, stepping out of the car. Kenny followed a beat later, his posture relaxed but attentive.

Y/N approached an older woman with salt-and-pepper braids, who stood near the entrance of the bodega, arms crossed. Her gaze flicked between Y/N and Kenny before settling on Y/N.

“You’re new,” the woman said.

“Detective Voight, CPD Intelligence,” Y/N introduced herself, flashing her badge. “This is my partner, Detective Rixton. We’re investigating what happened to Tiana Reynolds.”

The woman exhaled sharply, shaking her head. “And why should I believe y’all gonna do any better than the last ones?”

Y/N didn’t flinch. She had expected this. “Because I actually give a damn.”

The woman’s sharp gaze lingered on Y/N for a long moment before she finally nodded.

“Name’s Denise,” she said. “Been running this store for twenty years. I knew Tiana, knew her mama. This ain’t right, what happened to her.”

Kenny stepped forward. “Have you seen anything suspicious lately? People hanging around who don’t belong?”

Denise hesitated, then looked around as if checking for eavesdroppers.

“A few days before Tiana went missing, I saw a car I ain’t seen before,” she admitted. “Black sedan, tinted windows. Parked across the street for hours.”

Y/N frowned. “You get a plate?”

Denise shook her head. “Nah. But I know trouble when I see it.”

Kenny jotted down notes, glancing at Y/N. “Sounds like our guy was hunting.”

Y/N nodded. “If you see that car again, call me.” She handed Denise her card. “Doesn’t matter what time. Call me.”

Denise studied the card, then tucked it into her pocket. “You better not let this one get buried, Detective.”

Y/N met her eyes. “Not a chance.”

As they walked back to the car, Kenny finally broke the silence. “You handled that well.”

Y/N snorted. “You sound surprised.”

“I’m not,” Kenny said. “Just… I see why you came back.”

Y/N opened the car door but didn’t get in. She turned to him, arms crossed. “And why is that?”

Kenny leaned against the car, watching her. “Because you’re not the same girl who left.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted at his words, but before she could respond, her phone buzzed.

A message from Erin: New lead. Get back to the precinct.

She looked up at Kenny. “Looks like work’s not done yet.”

He gave a small nod, but his eyes lingered on her for just a second too long.

As they got back in the car and drove off, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that, for better or worse, Kenny Rixton wasn’t just a blast from the past—he was about to become a problem.

The bullpen was buzzing when Y/N and Kenny walked in. The rest of Intelligence was already gathered around the evidence board, Erin standing off to the side with her arms crossed. Jay was leaning over the table, flipping through files, his expression tense. Kevin stood next to him, shaking his head.

As soon as Y/N approached, Erin caught her eye and subtly tilted her head toward Jay. He's in a mood.

Y/N sighed. Great.

Hank stepped forward, gesturing toward the board. “We got a break. Patrol picked up a guy matching the description Denise gave—black sedan, tinted windows, loitering near the neighborhood. Uniforms pulled him in.”

Y/N scanned the board, her fingers tracing the photo of Tiana Reynolds. “Did we get a name?”

“Marcus Tate,” Antonio answered. “Minor priors—mostly petty theft, a few suspicious loitering charges. Nothing violent, but the timing lines up.”

“I want to talk to him,” Y/N said, grabbing a file.

Jay scoffed from the other side of the table. “That’s funny—I thought Rixton was your partner now.”

The room went still. The tension thickened like smoke.

Y/N shot Jay a look. “What’s your problem?”

Jay leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I don’t trust him.”

Kenny, standing just behind Y/N, chuckled under his breath. “Not my fault you got trust issues, Halstead.”

Jay’s eyes narrowed. “No, I got a problem with you.”

Kenny took a step forward. “Yeah? That supposed to scare me?”

Hank’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. “Enough.”

Both men stopped, but the hostility was still radiating off them.

“Halstead, Burgess—you two go check out Marcus Tate’s apartment, see if he’s got anything that ties him to our victims,” Hank ordered. “Y/N, Rixton—you take first crack at him in interrogation.”

Jay clenched his jaw but didn’t argue. He grabbed his jacket and stalked out with Kim close behind.

As Y/N turned toward the interrogation room, Kenny muttered under his breath, “Your ex has a real problem with me.”

Y/N gave him a dry look. “You don’t say.”

The interrogation room was dimly lit, a stark contrast to the bright bullpen outside. Marcus Tate sat at the metal table, his arms crossed, an unimpressed look on his face. He was in his early thirties, with a lean frame, a shaved head, and sharp eyes that flicked between Y/N and Kenny as they entered.

Y/N took the lead, setting a file down on the table with a quiet thud. “Marcus Tate.” She pulled out the chair across from him and sat down. “You know why you’re here?”

Marcus smirked, leaning back. “No, but I got a feelin’ you’re about to tell me.”

Kenny stayed standing, arms crossed, his presence looming just behind Y/N. “You were seen circling the same neighborhood where a teenage girl was murdered. You wanna explain why you were there?”

Marcus snorted. “Man, I don’t gotta explain where I go. Since when is drivin’ through the South Side a crime?”

Y/N tilted her head, studying him. “Since when do you just drive around? You were parked outside Denise Thompson’s house for two hours. You watching someone, Marcus?”

His smirk faded for a second before he recovered. “Nah. Just waiting on a friend.”

Y/N leaned forward. “What friend?”

Marcus licked his lips, shifting in his chair. “You know... a friend.”

Kenny let out a short laugh, stepping forward. “That’s funny, ‘cause we pulled your phone records. No calls, no texts. Just you, sitting in your car, watching a house where a witness to a murder happens to live.”

Marcus’ jaw tightened. “Man, y’all trippin’. I ain’t got nothin’ to do with no murder.”

Y/N opened the file and slid a photo across the table. A picture of Tiana Reynolds, their most recent victim. Her face frozen in time.

“This girl was found dead in an alley. Strangled. Left like trash,” Y/N said, her voice steady. “We know she’s not the first.”

Marcus looked away.

Y/N didn’t let up. “So you wanna keep playing dumb? Or you wanna tell me what the hell you were doing outside Denise Thompson’s house?”

Silence.

Kenny pulled out the chair beside Y/N and sat down, leveling Marcus with a look. “See, here’s the problem. We already know you’re dirty. Maybe not for murder—yet—but you’re into some bad shit, Marcus. We start digging, we’ll find something. So you got a choice: talk to us now, or wait until we build a case that buries you.”

Marcus exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “Man, I don’t know anything about those girls. But yeah, I was watching Denise.”

Y/N and Kenny exchanged a glance.

“Why?” Y/N pressed.

Marcus hesitated, then leaned forward, lowering his voice. “’Cause y’all are asking the wrong questions. It ain’t about who killed them girls. It’s about who let it happen.”

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine. “What does that mean?”

Marcus looked toward the mirror, then back at them. “Means you should be lookin’ at the cops that used to run that district.”

Silence stretched between them.

Kenny’s expression darkened. “Names.”

Marcus shook his head. “Not here.”

Y/N clenched her jaw. “Then where?”

Marcus glanced at the door. “Somewhere I know I won’t end up the next dead body.”

Y/N looked at Kenny, who gave her a small nod.

“Alright,” Y/N said. “Let’s take a ride.”

The ride was tense. Marcus sat in the backseat, shifting uncomfortably, eyes darting between the windows as if expecting someone to be tailing them. Y/N was behind the wheel, fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel as she drove. Kenny sat in the passenger seat, one hand resting on his holster, watching Marcus in the rearview mirror.

“You look nervous,” Kenny commented.

Marcus scoffed, but there was an edge to it. “Yeah, well, y’all don’t know the people you’re messing with.”

Y/N tightened her grip on the wheel. “Then start talking.”

Marcus shook his head. “Not yet. Gotta be somewhere quiet.”

Y/N exchanged a look with Kenny, who gave her a barely perceptible nod. They weren’t going to take any chances with this guy.

Ten minutes later, she pulled into an abandoned lot just outside the city, near an old warehouse. It was quiet, isolated. The perfect spot for a conversation no one else needed to hear.

Kenny got out first, opening the back door. “Move.”

Marcus hesitated before stepping out, looking around warily. “Y’all sure no one followed?”

“If they did, we’d know,” Y/N said flatly. She wasn’t in the mood for games.

Marcus exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his head. “Alright, listen. The girls—Tiana, the others—they weren’t just random victims. Someone was covering up their murders. And not just any someone—cops.”

Y/N felt her stomach twist. “Who?”

Marcus shook his head. “Not givin’ you names yet.”

Kenny’s expression darkened. “That’s not how this works.”

Marcus held up his hands. “Look, all I know is there was a group of ‘em—detectives, high-up people—who made sure cases like this went nowhere. The girls? They were easy targets. No families to fight for ‘em. No one to make noise. And when someone did make noise, they got shut down. Quick.”

Y/N’s jaw clenched. “Are you saying some of these cases were deliberately buried?”

Marcus nodded. “Yeah. And anyone who asked too many questions? They disappeared.”

Silence settled over them like a heavy fog.

Kenny took a step closer, eyes locked on Marcus. “You said you were watching Denise. Why?”

Marcus licked his lips, nervous. “Because she ain’t just a witness. She’s a survivor.”

Y/N felt her heart stop for a beat. “What?”

Marcus looked at her, serious now. “She got away. A year ago. But she ain’t ever talked about it.”

Y/N exchanged a look with Kenny. This changed everything.

“We need to get her to talk,” Y/N said.

Marcus hesitated. “If you do, you better protect her. ‘Cause the people who did this? They ain’t done yet.”

Y/N and Kenny drove back in tense silence, Marcus’s words hanging over them like a dark cloud. If what he said was true, they weren’t just dealing with a serial killer—they were up against cops who had buried the truth for years. Dirty cops. Cops who might still be walking free.

As Y/N pulled into the district parking lot, Kenny finally spoke.

“You believe him?”

She let out a slow breath, gripping the wheel. “I do.”

Kenny exhaled sharply. “Yeah. Me too.”

Y/N turned off the engine and glanced at him. “We can’t tell the whole team yet. Not until we know who we can trust.”

Kenny nodded. “Agreed. But Atwater needs to know. He’s been on this case with you since the beginning.”

Y/N hesitated for only a second before nodding. “Alright. Him and Erin.”

They stepped out of the car, and just as they entered the bullpen, Erin was already on her feet, arms crossed.

“Took you long enough,” she muttered, glancing between them. “What happened?”

Before Y/N could answer, Jay and Ruzek—who must’ve returned from their own assignments—walked over.

“You get anything out of Marcus?” Jay asked, arms crossed.

Y/N met his eyes, keeping her expression unreadable. “Yeah. We did.”

Jay frowned at her tone, but before he could press, Atwater joined them. “What’s up?”

Y/N ignored Jay for now and turned to Atwater. “We need to talk. You and Erin.”

Atwater picked up on the shift in her demeanor instantly. “Serious?”

“Very.”

Erin exchanged a glance with Kenny before nodding. “Let’s go.”

Jay took a step forward, but Kenny blocked him. “Not now, Halstead.”

Jay narrowed his eyes at Kenny but didn’t push further as Y/N led Atwater and Erin toward a quieter part of the office.

Once they were inside a conference room with the door closed, Y/N leaned against the table and exhaled. “Marcus told us there’s more to this.”

Erin and Atwater both frowned. “More?” Erin asked.

Y/N nodded. “These girls weren’t just murdered. Their cases were covered up. Intentionally.”

Atwater stiffened. “By who?”

“Dirty cops,” Kenny answered, arms crossed.

Erin swore under her breath. “That explains why their cases never went anywhere.”

Y/N’s expression was grim. “And that’s not even the worst part. Denise—the witness we pulled in—she’s not just a witness. She’s a survivor.”

Atwater’s jaw tightened. “She got away?”

Y/N nodded. “And she never talked about it. We need to get her to open up, but if we do, we have to protect her. Because if Marcus is right, the people who did this? They’re still out there.”

Silence fell over the room as the weight of it all settled in.

Erin exhaled sharply. “So what’s the plan?”

Y/N’s gaze hardened. “We find out who’s behind this. We get Denise to talk. And then we burn them all down.”

Kenny nodded. “I’m with you.”

Atwater clenched his jaw, his voice firm. “Me too.”

Erin sighed, shaking her head before looking up at them. “Hell, you know I’m in. But Hank’s gonna need to hear this.”

Y/N met Erin’s gaze, her father’s voice from earlier still ringing in her ears.

“He already knows.”

Erin blinked. “Wait, what?”

Y/N crossed her arms. “Hank knew about Kenny and me. And I think he knows more about why Kenny’s really here.”

Kenny gave Y/N a sharp look, but she didn’t back down.

Atwater’s brows furrowed. “You think Voight knew this was coming?”

Y/N exhaled. “I think he brought Kenny here for a reason.”

Silence stretched between them before Erin finally let out a low whistle. “Well, shit.”

Y/N didn’t waste any time. As soon as she left the conference room, she made a beeline for her father’s office. She could feel Kenny, Atwater, and Erin watching her go, but no one stopped her. They knew better.

She threw the door open without knocking.

Voight, who had been leaning over his desk reviewing paperwork, barely looked up. “You know, I have a door for a reason.”

Y/N ignored that. “How long have you known?”

Voight finally looked up, his expression unreadable. “Known what?”

“Don’t play dumb, Dad.” She stepped forward, bracing her hands on his desk. “Marcus Lewis told us these girls were murdered, and their cases were buried. By cops.”

Voight didn’t react, which told Y/N everything she needed to know.

She huffed out a bitter laugh. “You knew. You’ve known this whole damn time.”

Voight leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I had my suspicions.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “And you didn’t think to tell me? Or Atwater? You just let us run in blind?”

Voight exhaled. “I needed proof first. And now, thanks to you and Kenny, we have it.”

Y/N’s jaw clenched. “This is why you brought him here, isn’t it? It wasn’t just to replace Ruzek.”

Voight nodded slightly. “Rixton’s been through this before. He knows what it’s like to be surrounded by dirty cops. I knew he’d recognize the signs. And I knew you’d get to the truth.”

Y/N shook her head. “So, what now?”

Voight stood up, coming around the desk to stand in front of her. “Now, we do what we do best. We take these bastards down.”

Y/N held his gaze, searching for any hesitation, any sign that he wasn’t fully in this. But there was nothing.

Finally, she nodded. “Good.”

She turned to leave, but Voight’s voice stopped her.

“Y/N.”

She glanced back.

“You and Rixton… you good?”

She clenched her jaw. “Does it matter?”

Voight gave her a look. “If it’s gonna mess with how you do your job? Yeah, it matters.”

Y/N hesitated, but then she squared her shoulders. “We’re fine.”

Voight studied her for a moment before nodding. “Good. Because you’re gonna need him for this.”

Y/N didn’t respond. She just walked out, her mind already spinning with what was coming next.

The bullpen buzzed with tension as Y/N stepped out of Voight’s office. Erin was already at her desk, pretending not to be waiting, but Y/N knew better. She shot her a look, but before Erin could ask, Voight emerged behind her.

“All right, listen up!” Voight called out, immediately commanding attention. “We’ve got enough to move forward. Atwater, Y/N—you two made the connection. These girls were targeted, and CPD buried it. We’re not letting that happen again.”

Y/N and Atwater exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between them. This was personal.

Voight continued. “We’ve got two names: Officer Carl Duncan and Detective Brent Holloway. Duncan was the first responder on most of these cases, and Holloway was the lead detective—except he never closed a single one. We bring them both in.”

Atwater’s jaw clenched. “You think they’ll talk?”

Voight smirked. “No. But I think they’ll be real motivated once we start turning over every rock they thought they buried this under.”

“Which one do you want first?” Y/N asked.

Voight looked at her, then at Kenny. “You and Rixton take Holloway. Lindsay, Burgess—you’re with me on Duncan.”

Y/N tensed slightly but didn’t argue. She could feel Jay’s eyes on her, watching the silent exchange. If he had something to say about her and Kenny partnering up, he kept it to himself.

Kenny grabbed his coat. “Let’s roll.”

Y/N didn’t respond. She just followed, her mind already focused on the takedown.

The ride to Holloway’s last known address was tense, filled with silence that felt heavier than the case itself. Y/N kept her focus on the road, gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. She could feel Kenny’s eyes on her, but he didn’t say anything—at least not at first.

“You gonna keep ignoring me the whole time?” he finally asked, his voice even but laced with something else.

Y/N didn’t take her eyes off the road. “I’m not ignoring you.”

Kenny huffed a quiet laugh. “Sure as hell feels like it.”

She exhaled through her nose, debating whether to entertain this conversation. She didn’t want distractions. Not now.

So, she changed the subject. “Holloway’s been off the grid since he retired. If he thinks someone’s coming for him, he’ll run.”

Kenny caught the deflection but didn’t push. “Then we make sure he doesn’t see us coming.”

Y/N pulled up two blocks from the address, killing the engine. “If he’s dirty, he’s armed.”

Kenny smirked. “You saying we need backup?”

Y/N met his eyes for the first time since they left the district. “I’m saying we need to be smart.”

Kenny nodded, shifting into work mode. “Let’s do this.”

They exited the car, moving in sync as they approached the run-down house. Y/N took point, knocking on the door with enough force to make it clear this wasn’t a social visit.

No answer.

Kenny tried the side window. “No movement inside.”

Y/N stepped back, scanning the street. Something felt off. “He’s not here.”

Kenny’s phone buzzed. He glanced down. “Voight’s got Duncan in custody. Holloway must’ve heard.”

Y/N clenched her jaw. “Then we need to find him before he disappears for good.”

She turned back toward the car, already pulling out her phone. “I’ll put out a BOLO. We’ll check his usual haunts.”

Kenny followed her, watching her closely. “You always work this hard, or is this personal?”

Y/N paused, her hand on the car door. “These girls deserved justice. If that makes it personal, then yeah.”

Kenny studied her for a moment before nodding. “Then let’s get to work.”

As they drove off, neither of them noticed the unmarked car parked a block away—its driver watching them with careful interest.

The BOLO paid off faster than expected. A patrol unit spotted Holloway’s car outside a dive bar near the South Side, but by the time Y/N and Kenny arrived, the bartender said he had already left through the back.

Y/N’s pulse kicked up as she scanned the dimly lit alley behind the bar. The smell of stale beer and garbage filled the air, but all she cared about was finding Holloway before he slipped through their fingers.

Kenny crouched near a pile of discarded cigarette butts, brushing his fingers over the damp ground. “Fresh. He was just here.”

Y/N’s radio crackled to life. “Patrol spotted him heading west on foot. Dark hoodie, blue jeans.”

She didn’t wait. She bolted.

Kenny cursed but took off right behind her.

Holloway must’ve heard them coming because he picked up speed, weaving through alleys and cutting through an abandoned lot. He was fast for a retired cop, but Y/N was faster.

“CPD! Stop!” she yelled, but he didn’t.

She pushed harder, her adrenaline spiking as she closed the distance. Kenny flanked to the right, cutting off Holloway’s escape route.

Seeing no way out, Holloway made a desperate move—scaling a rusted fence.

Y/N didn’t hesitate. She launched herself after him, gripping the metal just as he dropped to the other side.

Kenny landed beside her a second later, gun drawn. “Don’t make this harder, Holloway!”

Holloway turned, panting, hands half-raised. “You have no idea what you’re messing with.”

Y/N stepped closer, her own weapon steady. “Try me.”

For a moment, she thought he might fight. But then he saw the determination in her eyes and Kenny’s unwavering stance. With a muttered curse, he dropped to his knees, hands behind his head.

Kenny moved in to cuff him. “Smart choice.”

Y/N exhaled, shoving down the rush of adrenaline. The job wasn’t done yet. Not even close.

She exchanged a glance with Kenny. He gave her a small nod—one of understanding. They were far from figuring everything out, but at least they weren’t losing this bastard today.

Back at the district, Holloway sat in the interrogation room, looking smug despite the cuffs around his wrists. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, like this was just another day at the office.

Y/N stood on the other side of the two-way mirror, watching him like a hawk. Kenny stood beside her, arms folded.

“He’s too comfortable,” Kenny muttered. “He thinks he’s getting out of this.”

Y/N exhaled sharply. “Not on my watch.”

She turned and walked into the interrogation room, shutting the door behind her. Kenny followed, taking his spot across from Holloway, standing while Y/N pulled out the chair and sat down.

Holloway smirked. “Detective Voight. I remember when you were just a rookie.” His eyes flicked to Kenny. “And you… Last I heard, your own unit left you for dead.”

Kenny’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t take the bait.

Y/N leaned forward, her voice even. “Let’s skip the pleasantries, Holloway. We have you tied to Duncan, and we know about the girls.”

Holloway scoffed. “Girls? You mean the ones the department swept under the rug years ago? You think this is new?” He shook his head. “You have no idea how deep this goes.”

Y/N’s grip on the file in her hand tightened. “Then why don’t you enlighten us?”

Holloway chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “You think I’m gonna give you a list of names? This isn’t some after-school special, Detective. If I talk, I’m dead.”

Kenny slammed his hands on the table, making Holloway flinch. “You’re already done, Holloway. Your best bet is cutting a deal before we bury you in this case.”

Holloway eyed him, weighing his options. Then he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “You’re looking in the wrong place. Duncan was just a pawn. The real players are still out there.”

Y/N’s stomach turned. “Then give us a name.”

For the first time, Holloway hesitated.

Y/N and Kenny exchanged a glance. He knew something.

And they weren’t leaving this room without it.

Holloway’s smirk faltered, his fingers twitching against the cold metal of his cuffs. Y/N could see the war waging in his mind—self-preservation battling whatever sliver of conscience he had left.

“You don’t get it,” he muttered, shaking his head. “There’s no deal that’ll save me. If I talk, I’m a dead man.”

Y/N leaned forward, eyes locked onto his. “You’re already a dead man, Holloway. The only question is if you go down alone, or if you take the real monsters with you.”

Kenny folded his arms, voice sharp. “You’re scared of the wrong people. You think they’ll protect you? They left Duncan out to dry. You’re next.”

Holloway exhaled through his nose, looking down at his hands. The silence stretched, thick and heavy.

Then, finally—

“His name is Mason Cade.”

Y/N’s spine went rigid.

Cade. A former homicide detective turned private security consultant, rumored to have deep connections with Chicago’s elite. A man whose name had come up in off-the-record whispers but never in anything solid.

Holloway’s gaze flicked to the two-way mirror. “You didn’t hear it from me.”

Y/N pushed back from the table, her heartbeat slamming against her ribs. She didn’t know what she expected Holloway to say, but Cade’s name changed everything.

Kenny caught her arm as they left the interrogation room, his voice low. “You know who he is.”

“Yeah,” Y/N murmured, her pulse racing. “And if Holloway’s telling the truth, we just stepped into something bigger than we ever imagined.”

The bullpen was buzzing when Y/N and Kenny walked in. Erin, Olinsky, Atwater, Burgess, and Antonio were gathered around Hank’s desk, tension crackling in the air. Jay stood slightly apart from the group, arms crossed, watching Y/N a little too closely.

Hank looked up, his sharp gaze zeroing in on her. “You get something?”

Y/N exhaled, dropping the file onto his desk. “Yeah. A name.”

She could feel the weight of everyone’s attention as she spoke the words that shifted everything:

“Mason Cade.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“Son of a bitch,” Olinsky muttered.

Antonio ran a hand down his face. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Erin’s eyes darted to Y/N, worry flickering in them. “Cade’s untouchable.”

Y/N met her gaze, steady. “So was Duncan. Until he wasn’t.”

Jay scoffed, shaking his head. “You really believe Holloway? He’d say anything to save his own ass.”

Kenny, who had been quiet until now, took a step forward. “Holloway was scared. He knows Cade will have him killed. And if Cade’s involved, it means this goes higher than we thought.”

Hank leaned back in his chair, studying them both. Then he nodded once, his voice firm. “Alright. We don’t move on Cade yet. We dig first—find his connections, his weaknesses. If he’s as powerful as we think, we can’t afford to get sloppy.”

Atwater frowned. “And what if he knows we’re looking at him?”

Hank’s jaw tightened. “Then we make damn sure we hit first.”

The room was tense, but Y/N felt the shift. The team was in. They had a new target.

And no one—not even Mason Cade—was untouchable forever.

The team split up quickly, each assigned a piece of the puzzle. Antonio and Olinsky were chasing old homicide files linked to Cade, while Erin and Atwater were tapping into their CI network. Burgess dug into his finances. Jay—despite his clear distaste for the case—was running surveillance logs.

Y/N and Kenny were at their desks, combing through every recorded mention of Mason Cade in CPD’s database. Y/N’s fingers moved fast over the keyboard, but her mind was racing faster. Cade wasn’t just some dirty cop-turned-security consultant. His name had been whispered in corruption cases, but nothing ever stuck.

Until now.

“Got something,” Kenny muttered, leaning toward her screen.

A grainy security camera still popped up on the monitor. A woman in her late twenties, dark hoodie, face partially hidden, standing outside a high-end club in River North. The time stamp was three nights ago.

“Who is she?” Y/N asked.

Kenny clicked to the next image—same woman, but this time a man stood beside her.

Mason Cade.

Y/N’s stomach clenched. “She’s our connection. If we find her, we might be able to get to him.”

Kenny nodded. “Problem is, no name, no ID. She’s a ghost.”

Y/N studied the image. Something about her posture, the way she was angled away from Cade, caught her attention. “She doesn’t trust him.”

“Or she’s scared of him.”

Y/N’s phone buzzed. A text from Erin: Meet me at Trudy’s. I’ve got something.

Y/N glanced at Kenny. “Looks like we’re heading to the district.”

Y/N and Kenny walked into the district, heading straight for the front desk where Trudy Platt stood, arms crossed, waiting for them. Erin was already there, leaning casually against the counter, but Y/N knew that look—whatever she had, it was big.

Trudy wasted no time. “You two are looking for a woman, right? A mystery lady hanging around Cade?”

Y/N nodded. “You got something?”

Trudy smirked. “Of course I do. You think I don’t keep an ear to the ground?” She pulled out a folder and slid it across the desk. “Meet Sienna Torres—former CI for Vice, disappeared off the radar a year ago. Word is, she was close to Cade’s inner circle but got scared and ran.”

Y/N flipped through the file. The photo matched the woman in the security footage. “Why was Vice using her?”

“She was Cade’s personal problem solver,” Erin said, her voice grim. “She knew things—who he paid off, who disappeared because of him. But then, she went dark.”

Kenny frowned. “And now she’s back?”

Trudy nodded. “Question is, is she running from Cade, or straight into his arms?”

Y/N’s gut told her it was the former. “We need to find her before he does.”

Erin smirked. “Already ahead of you. I pulled her last known address. Let’s go knock on some doors.”

Y/N, Kenny, and Erin sped through Chicago’s streets, heading toward the last known address Trudy had dug up. The neighborhood was rough—run-down apartment buildings, broken streetlights, and the occasional set of eyes watching from behind curtains.

They parked down the block, keeping a low profile as they approached the building.

“You think she’s still here?” Kenny asked, scanning the area.

“If she is, she won’t be for long,” Erin muttered. “Cade’s got eyes everywhere.”

Y/N led the way, climbing the cracked steps to the third floor. Apartment 3C. The door looked untouched, no sign of forced entry. That could be a good thing—or a very bad one.

She knocked. “Sienna Torres? CPD, open up.”

No response.

Kenny exchanged a look with Y/N before he knocked harder. “Sienna, we just want to talk.”

Still nothing.

Erin sighed. “Guess we’re doing this the hard way.”

She reached for her lock-picking kit, but just as she crouched down—

A rustle. A shadow moving behind the peephole.

Y/N’s instincts kicked in. “Sienna, we know you’re in there. We’re not here to arrest you. We know about Cade.”

Silence. Then—

A deadbolt clicked. The door creaked open just an inch, revealing a terrified pair of brown eyes.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Sienna whispered, barely audible. “He’ll know.”

Kenny softened his tone. “We can protect you. But you need to tell us what you know.”

Sienna hesitated, glancing over her shoulder like she expected someone to burst in. “It’s too late,” she whispered. “You don’t understand—he’s already—”

A car screeched outside.

Then—gunfire.

The windows shattered as bullets tore through the apartment.

“DOWN!” Y/N shouted, tackling Sienna as she heard Erin and Kenny hitting the floor behind her.

More shots. Tires screeching. And then—silence.

Y/N’s heart pounded as she lifted her head. Sienna was shaking in her arms, her face pale.

“They found me,” she whispered. “Cade knows I talked.”

Y/N exchanged a look with Kenny and Erin.

This just got a hell of a lot more complicated.

The safe house was a modest, nondescript apartment that Intelligence used for high-risk witnesses. It wasn’t fancy, but it had reinforced locks, security cameras, and—most importantly—distance from Cade’s reach.

Sienna sat on the couch, still shaking from the attack. Erin handed her a glass of water while Y/N and Kenny stood near the window, watching for any sign that they’d been followed.

“She’s lucky we got to her in time,” Kenny muttered.

Y/N crossed her arms. “We’re all lucky. That could’ve gone south real fast.”

Sienna’s voice was hoarse. “It doesn’t matter. He’ll find me. He always does.”

Erin crouched in front of her, leveling her with a serious look. “Not this time. We’re gonna take him down. But we need everything you know.”

Sienna hesitated. Then, she exhaled sharply, gripping the glass tighter. “Cade isn’t just running drugs and girls. He’s got people inside CPD—cops feeding him intel. That’s how he always stays ahead.”

Y/N’s jaw clenched. “Names.”

“I don’t have them all, but I know one for sure.” Sienna looked up, fear in her eyes. “Detective Nate Collier.”

Silence fell over the room.

Erin’s expression darkened. “Collier? He works Organized Crime.”

Kenny cursed under his breath. “That’s how Cade knew where to find her.”

Y/N was already pulling out her phone. “We need to loop Voight in. If Collier’s dirty, this goes deeper than we thought.”

Before she could dial, Sienna grabbed her wrist, her grip surprisingly strong. “You can’t trust anyone. If Collier’s involved, there could be more. Cade’s reach is everywhere.”

Y/N locked eyes with her. “You can trust us.”

Sienna studied her for a long moment before nodding. “Okay.”

Y/N turned to Kenny and Erin. “We need to move fast. If Cade knows we have her, he won’t stop coming.”

Erin stood. “Then let’s make sure the next time he tries, we’re ready for him.”

Back at the district, Voight sat behind his desk, his fingers steepled as he listened to Y/N, Kenny, and Erin lay it all out. The safe house attack. Sienna’s confession. Collier’s name.

When they finished, he leaned back in his chair, exhaling through his nose. His expression was unreadable—dangerous.

“Collier.” His voice was low, a storm brewing beneath the surface. “I always had a bad feeling about that son of a bitch.”

Y/N crossed her arms. “Then let’s take him down.”

Voight tilted his head. “And how do you suggest we do that? He’s not some street dealer we can just knock around for information. He’s CPD.”

Kenny stepped forward. “Sienna says Cade has people everywhere. Collier’s just the one we know about. We need to make sure we’re not walking into something bigger.”

Erin nodded. “We can’t make a move without proof. If we come at Collier without hard evidence, he’ll bury us first.”

Voight considered them for a long moment. Then he stood, bracing his hands on the desk. “Alright. We play this smart. We play it dirty.”

Y/N smirked. “What’s the plan, Sarge?”

Voight glanced at Kenny. “You still got contacts in Organized Crime?”

Kenny hesitated before nodding. “A few.”

“Good. Use them. See if anyone’s talking about Cade, Collier, or dirty cops.”

He turned to Erin. “You and Atwater work the wire. If Cade’s got an inside guy, we need a name.”

Finally, Voight looked at Y/N. “You and me? We’re gonna have a little chat with Collier. See if we can’t make him sweat.”

Y/N raised a brow. “You sure he won’t see it coming?”

Voight smirked, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Oh, he’ll see it coming. He just won’t be able to stop it.”

The air in the Organized Crime unit was thick with tension as Voight and Y/N walked in. Detectives glanced their way, sensing the storm brewing. Collier was at his desk, leaning back in his chair, flipping through a file like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Y/N kept her face unreadable, but inside, she was itching to knock that smug expression off his face.

Voight didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Collier. My office. Now.”

The room went silent. Collier glanced up lazily, barely hiding his smirk. “Something I can do for you, Sarge?”

Voight’s voice didn’t rise, but the weight behind it was undeniable. “Didn’t ask, Collier. Move.”

Collier hesitated, but something in Voight’s stare made him get up and follow. Y/N trailed behind, feeling every eye in the room on them.

Once inside, Voight shut the door with a quiet click. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. Collier leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

“Gotta say, I’m flattered,” he said with a smirk. “What’s this about?”

Y/N stepped forward, her expression cold. “You tell me. How long you been in bed with Cade?”

Collier scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re reaching, Voight.”

Voight tilted his head, voice deadly calm. “See, I don’t think we are. I think you’ve been real cozy with Cade for a while. Feeding him intel. Making sure he stays one step ahead.”

Collier let out a short laugh. “You have nothing.”

Y/N smirked. “Not yet.”

Voight stepped closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “Thing is, I don’t need a confession. I just need to make your life hell. And trust me, Collier, I can do that real easy.”

Collier’s jaw twitched, but he didn’t crack. Not yet.

Y/N took a step forward. “Here’s the thing. Cade’s slipping. And when he does, you’ll be the first one he throws under the bus.”

Collier’s smirk wavered.

Voight caught it and leaned in. “You’ve got two choices. You give us something now, or you wait until Cade sells you out, and then you’ll be stuck with me—and a prison sentence.”

The silence stretched.

Collier licked his lips, shifting on his feet. For the first time, doubt flickered in his eyes.

Finally, he exhaled sharply. “Alright… maybe I know something.”

Y/N shared a quick glance with Voight before leaning in. “Then start talking.”

Collier ran a hand over his face, the weight of the situation finally settling on his shoulders. He wasn’t invincible—not against Voight, not against Cade. If he didn’t choose a side now, he’d be crushed between them.

He exhaled sharply. “Cade’s bigger than you think.”

Y/N crossed her arms. “Enlighten us.”

Collier hesitated, glancing at the door like someone might be listening. Voight followed his gaze and let out a dry chuckle. “You think I’d let anyone overhear this conversation? Start talking.”

Collier sighed. “Cade’s not just some trafficker. He’s got connections—higher-ups, people covering for him.” His jaw clenched. “I was just supposed to pass along info. Keep him ahead of investigations. I didn’t know how deep it ran at first.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “But you still took the deal.”

Collier didn’t deny it. “Yeah. And when I tried to back out? That’s when shit got bad. Cade doesn’t let people walk away.”

Voight tilted his head. “Which means he’s got something on you. What is it?”

Collier let out a bitter laugh. “Same thing he’s got on half the guys who work with him—money, blackmail, threats. You think I’m the only one? Cade’s got half the city in his pocket.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted. “Names.”

Collier hesitated again. But then he saw Voight’s expression—no patience, no mercy. He swallowed hard.

“Detective Harris in Vice. Lieutenant Garcia in Narcotics. A few guys from Organized Crime. And…” he exhaled sharply. “I’m pretty sure there’s a judge in his pocket too.”

Y/N exchanged a look with Voight. This was worse than they thought. Cade wasn’t just running a trafficking ring—he was protected.

Voight’s expression was unreadable, but Y/N could tell he was already planning their next move. Finally, he leaned in, his voice low and lethal.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna give us everything. Documents, phone records, meetings. And in return?” He smirked. “I’ll make sure Cade goes down before he can touch you.”

Collier swallowed. He knew better than to doubt Voight’s word. “Fine.”

Y/N took a step forward. “And if you so much as think about screwing us over, Collier—”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered. “You’ll bury me.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Exactly.”

Collier sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’ll get you what I have. But you better move fast. Cade’s already getting paranoid.”

Voight stood, signaling the end of the conversation. “Then we make sure we’re one step ahead.”

As they walked out, Y/N glanced at Voight. “This just got a whole lot bigger.”

Voight’s expression was grim. “Then we bring the whole damn house down.”

Back at the district, the tension was palpable. The team had gathered in the bullpen, their usual banter replaced with a heavy silence. Collier’s confession changed everything—this wasn’t just about taking down Cade. It was about exposing an entire network of corruption.

Y/N stood near the board, pinning up new evidence. Photos, names, connections—everything Collier had given them. Erin leaned against the desk, arms crossed, while Atwater and Burgess studied the mess unfolding before them.

Jay sat at his desk, barely masking his frustration. “So what’s the plan? We just start knocking on doors and hope Cade doesn’t see it coming?”

Voight stepped into the room, hands on his hips. “We do this smart. Collier’s already a liability to Cade, which means he’s got a target on his back. We keep him in protective custody.”

Antonio nodded. “And Cade’s got cops in his pocket. We can’t trust anyone outside this room.”

Olinsky, quiet as always, finally spoke up. “We need leverage. Something that ties Cade directly to the higher-ups covering for him.”

Y/N exhaled sharply. “Collier said there’s a judge on Cade’s payroll. That’s our way in.” She glanced at Voight. “We find out who it is, we flip them, and we start pulling the whole damn thing apart.”

Voight smirked. “That’s what I like to hear.”

Kim turned to Erin. “What about Cade’s operations? We have a location?”

Erin nodded. “Collier mentioned a warehouse in South Shore. Cade moves his shipments through there—girls, drugs, weapons.” She glanced at Y/N. “It’s gonna be heavily guarded.”

Jay scoffed. “Of course it is. It’s Cade.”

Voight looked at his team, his expression unreadable. “We hit the warehouse first. We take down Cade’s operation, cut off his supply chain. Then we move up the ladder.”

Kevin cracked his knuckles. “So when do we start?”

Voight smirked. “Tonight.”

The team exchanged glances. No backing down now.

Kenny, who had been silent for most of the meeting, finally spoke up, his voice low. “You sure you want to be in the middle of this?” His eyes met Y/N’s, and there was something unreadable in his gaze.

Y/N didn’t hesitate. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

Erin looked between them, sensing the tension, but kept quiet.

Voight clapped his hands together. “Gear up. We move in two hours.”

As the team dispersed, Y/N lingered by the evidence board, staring at Cade’s face. She felt Kenny step up beside her.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

Y/N exhaled, still focused on the board. “I will be when this is over.”

Kenny nodded. “Then let’s end it.”

A beat passed between them before Y/N finally looked at him. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

The team rolled up to the South Shore warehouse in three unmarked SUVs, headlights off, engines humming low. The building loomed ahead, a concrete beast with rusted metal doors and faint light flickering from inside.

Y/N sat in the passenger seat of the lead vehicle, her grip tight on her rifle. Beside her, Kenny checked his own weapon, his jaw set in concentration.

Voight’s voice came through the comms. “We go in quiet, take out the lookouts, and move fast. No one makes a call to Cade.”

Jay and Kevin slipped around the side of the building, cutting through the shadows. Erin and Burgess flanked the opposite end. Antonio and Olinsky covered the back.

Y/N and Kenny followed Voight up the front steps, crouching low as Voight peeked through a crack in the warehouse door. Inside, the place was alive—men loading crates into trucks, others standing guard, weapons slung over their shoulders.

Kenny exhaled, whispering, “At least a dozen.”

Y/N tapped her earpiece. “Warehouse is active. Multiple armed suspects.”

Voight gave the silent signal. Go.

In a swift, coordinated attack, Intelligence breached.

Kevin took out the first lookout with a clean chokehold. Erin dropped another with her silencer. Burgess and Jay stormed in from the side entrance, sweeping left while Antonio and Olinsky covered the right.

Then—chaos.

A guard spotted them and fired. The muzzle flash lit up the dark, and the warehouse erupted in gunfire.

Y/N ducked behind a crate, returning fire. Kenny was right beside her, his movements sharp and controlled. He took down one of Cade’s men, covering Y/N as she pushed forward.

“Move!” Kenny shouted as a round pinged off the metal near them.

Y/N sprinted toward the trucks, spotting a man reaching for his radio. No way in hell. She dropped him with two quick shots to the chest.

Jay and Atwater fought their way toward the loading docks. Erin took out a runner, tackling him before he could escape.

Near the back, Olinsky and Antonio dragged a struggling suspect to the ground. “You’re not going anywhere,” Antonio gritted.

Cade’s operation was crumbling.

Voight grabbed the last gunman, slamming him against the wall. “Where’s Cade?”

The guy spat blood, smirking. “You’re too late.”

BOOM.

An explosion rocked the building. Flames erupted from the far end—one of the trucks had been rigged.

“Shit!” Y/N shielded her face as debris rained down.

“Out! Everyone out!” Voight barked.

The team scrambled, dragging prisoners as the fire spread. Outside, the air was thick with smoke.

Y/N coughed, turning to Kenny. “You good?”

He nodded, breathless. “Yeah. You?”

Before she could answer, Voight stormed over. “Cade wasn’t here. This was a damn decoy.”

Erin cursed under her breath. “Then where the hell is he?”

Jay kicked a crate in frustration. “We just lost our shot at taking him down.”

Y/N clenched her fists. No. Not yet.

She turned to Voight. “Cade wouldn’t burn this place unless he was moving his entire operation. If we move fast, we can track him.”

Voight studied her, then nodded. “Then let’s move.”

The warehouse fire still raged behind them, sirens wailing in the distance as Intelligence regrouped near the SUVs. The air smelled of burning rubber and gasoline, but Y/N wasn’t focused on that—her mind was locked on Cade.

He was running.

He was desperate.

And that meant he was going to slip up.

“We lost his guys, but Cade won’t go far,” Kenny said, his voice low beside her.

Y/N exhaled sharply. “He’s cutting his losses. He’ll be looking for an exit—either by road or air.”

Voight’s phone buzzed. He answered, listening for a moment before turning to the team. “Trudy just got a hit—Cade’s guys rented a small jet out of Midway an hour ago. They’re fueling up now.”

“That’s our window,” Antonio said.

Voight nodded. “We move now. No screw-ups.”

The team split up into two SUVs, tires screeching against the pavement as they sped toward Midway Airport. The night blurred past—red lights ignored, sirens off, engines roaring.

Inside the car, Y/N’s knee bounced. She felt Kenny’s eyes on her.

“You’re doing that thing again,” he said.

“What thing?” she muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter.

“The one where you’re two seconds from jumping out of the car and taking him down yourself.”

Y/N smirked, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Not my fault you’re slow.”

Kenny scoffed. “Yeah? Bet I get to Cade first.”

She glanced at him. He was smiling—just a little—but there was something serious in his gaze. Something that told her he was thinking about more than just the case.

The past still hung between them, unspoken but heavy.

But now wasn’t the time.

Midway Airport came into view. The runway lights glowed in the distance, and Y/N spotted the private jet in question—sleek, black, and being prepped for takeoff.

Voight’s voice came through the comms. “We stop that plane at all costs.”

Y/N and Kenny locked eyes.

Game on.

The SUVs skidded to a stop near the private hangar, doors flying open as Intelligence rushed out, weapons drawn. The tarmac was loud—jet engines humming, wind whipping through the open space—but all Y/N heard was her heartbeat, fast and steady.

Cade was already halfway up the stairs of the private jet, his expensive suit wrinkled, his movements frantic. Two of his men stood at the base of the stairs, armed, but they hesitated the moment they saw Intelligence moving in.

“CPD! DROP YOUR WEAPONS!” Voight’s voice boomed over the chaos.

The first guy twitched—rookie mistake. Before he could even lift his gun, Kevin put him down with a clean shot to the shoulder. The second one made a run for it but didn’t get far before Antonio tackled him to the ground.

Y/N ignored them. Her eyes were locked on Cade.

He turned at the top of the stairs, meeting her gaze. A slow, mocking smirk spread across his face.

Cocky bastard.

“I’d rethink that flight plan if I were you,” she called up to him, taking a step closer.

Cade chuckled, adjusting his cuffs. “Come on, Detective. We both know you don’t have enough to hold me.”

Y/N scoffed, tilting her head. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. We got you on multiple murders, human trafficking, and obstruction. And that’s just for starters.”

Kenny stepped up beside her, gun trained on Cade. “You should really listen to her.”

Cade’s smirk faltered—just for a second—before he straightened up. “You don’t have proof.”

“Oh, but we do,” Erin chimed in, holding up her phone. “Your little business partner? He flipped. Gave us everything we needed.”

Cade’s jaw clenched.

“You’re done,” Y/N said, voice steady. “Step down.”

For a moment, she thought he might do something stupid. He shifted his weight, glancing back toward the jet like he was still considering running.

Big mistake.

Before he could move, Y/N was up the stairs in three quick strides. She grabbed him by the front of his suit and yanked him down the steps, slamming him against the metal railing. He grunted in pain as she twisted his arm behind his back and slapped the cuffs on him.

“You’re under arrest,” she hissed into his ear.

Cade turned his head slightly, his smirk back in place despite the situation. “You always did play rough, Voight.”

Y/N shoved him forward. “Get used to it.”

Behind her, Kenny let out a low chuckle. “That was kinda hot.”

Y/N shot him a glare, but there was no missing the amusement in his eyes.

“Shut up and help me get him in the car.”

As they led Cade away, Voight watched them with a knowing look. Erin, standing beside him, let out a breath.

“You think she’s okay?” Erin asked, nodding toward Y/N.

Voight hummed. “She’s handling it.”

But Erin wasn’t just talking about the case. She could see it—the way Y/N and Kenny moved together, the lingering tension between them.

And something told her this was far from over.

The bullpen was quieter than usual. The adrenaline from the takedown had worn off, leaving only exhaustion in its wake. Cade was processed, booked, and locked up where he belonged. The case was closed.

But Y/N couldn’t shake the weight in her chest.

She stood by her desk, flipping through the final case file, pretending she wasn’t hyperaware of Kenny standing a few feet away. The team was still around—Antonio was finishing paperwork, Kim and Kevin were laughing about something, Jay was sulking at his desk, and Erin was watching her like a damn hawk.

Y/N sighed, shutting the folder with a sharp snap.

“Hey.”

Kenny’s voice was lower than usual, quieter, like he was testing the waters. Y/N glanced up at him.

“Hey.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, hesitant. “You good?”

Loaded question.

She wanted to say yes, that everything was fine. That wrapping up the case meant she could breathe again, that standing next to him didn’t feel like peeling open an old wound.

But she wasn’t a liar.

“I don’t know,” she admitted.

Kenny nodded, exhaling like he’d been expecting that answer. He took a step closer, voice dropping so only she could hear.

“You wanna talk?”

Y/N glanced around. The others were distracted, but not oblivious. And she wasn’t about to have this conversation in the middle of the bullpen.

So, instead of answering, she grabbed her jacket and walked toward the locker room. She didn’t check to see if he was following. She knew he would.

The door clicked shut behind him, sealing them in with the dim lighting and too many unspoken words.

Kenny leaned against the row of lockers, arms crossed, waiting.

Y/N let out a slow breath, fingers trailing over the edge of the bench before she finally sat down. “You said something earlier.”

He nodded. “I did.”

She swallowed, staring at the floor. “You said you made a mistake letting me go.”

Silence. Then—

“I did.”

Her eyes snapped up, meeting his.

Kenny’s expression was unreadable, but his voice was steady, certain. “I let you walk away. I let you believe that our careers mattered more than us.” He exhaled, shaking his head. “And I regretted it the second you were gone.”

Y/N felt her throat tighten.

“You didn’t say anything,” she whispered.

“I thought I was doing the right thing.” Kenny let out a dry laugh. “And I was a coward.”

She sucked in a breath.

“I wanted you to be happy,” he continued. “And when I saw you with Jay, I told myself I did the right thing.” He huffed. “Guess that didn’t work out too well, huh?”

Y/N flinched at the mention of Jay, but didn’t look away.

“I’m not here to mess up your life,” Kenny added quickly. “I just needed you to know that.”

Y/N searched his face, looking for deception, for doubt.

She didn’t find any.

That scared her more than anything.

She stood abruptly, pacing. “I don’t know what to do with that, Kenny.”

He didn’t stop her, just watched. “You don’t have to do anything.”

She let out a humorless laugh. “Right. Sure.”

Her mind was spinning. The case, the past, the fact that Kenny Rixton was standing here saying all the things she once wished he would say.

It was too much.

So, she did the only thing she could.

She walked past him, toward the door, needing space.

But before she could reach it, Kenny caught her wrist—gently, hesitantly, giving her the chance to pull away.

She didn’t.

“Y/N.”

She closed her eyes. “Kenny, don’t.”

“Okay,” he said softly, releasing her.

She opened the door without looking back.

And just like that, she left him standing there.

To be continued...

[collecting-stories]

Cheat - Otis 'Brian' Zvonecek

Summary: After getting drinks with Adam, Otis gets the wrong impression.

Request: Brian accuses her of cheating on him when in reality they’re not even technically official but nevertheless he feels cheated on because he thought they were pretty damn solid regardless, He wants her all to himself but failed to make it clear.

A/N: I cannot tell you how nice it was to get back into writing something and posting on here. I know I've been trying to sporadically but it's been tricky with school and I finally felt like this week I had a little bit of time and just needed to write something.

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One Chicago Masterlist

Otis was a man on a mission. It wasn't exactly an important mission and it was, more or less, a mission of his own creating due 100% to the fact that he wasn't capable of articulating the sentence "do you want to date me" and Adam Ruzek, of all people, apparently was. The Adam Ruzek thing wasn't a definite, solid, actual thing as far as Otis could tell. It was more a spur of the moment thing if Shay was to be believed because, according to her, you had gone on a date with Adam after he had dropped by 51 with Antonio and, while there, asked you on a date. Because he could actually get the words across without fumbling them or overthinking all the ways that asking you out properly could go terribly wrong.

He knew this was technically all his fault and he knew that you weren't just going to wait around forever while he acted like you were a couple but didn't say that you were a couple. Still, when he saw you in the locker room that morning he felt like someone had driven a knife right through his back. His ears were practically ringing Bon Jovi's "You Give Love a Bad Name" and he really wanted to throttle Adam. You were talking to Joe, laughing at something he said about Leon, and Otis turned right back around and stormed out of the room. 

"Brian!" "Otis!" Your voice mingled with Joe as you called after Otis' retreating form, frown etched on your face. 

You shut your locker, offering Joe a quick apology before heading off after Otis. Shay had mentioned that he looked upset last night at Molly's when she "unintentionally" mentioned that you and Ruzek were out on a date. You hadn't really wanted Otis to know, or rather you were going to mention it to him yourself, this morning, in case he took it the wrong way. 

"Brian!" You followed Otis out of the locker room and into the bunk room, rushing passed him and stopping him with a hand on his chest. "Wait, wait a second."

"I have to go check the truck-" he tried to move but you moved with him, blocking the path. 

You moved your hand from his chest to his wrist, dragging him into Matt's empty office and shutting the door. "We need to talk."

"I don't have anything to say," Otis replied, crossing his arms over his chest and looking out Mattt's office window, trying to look serious and not like he was pouting. "If you wanna see other people-"

"I don't wanna see other people Brian, would you let me explain?" You said, cutting him off. "I told Shay not to tell you that I was going out-"

"Knowing or not knowing, being cheated on-"

"I didn't cheat!" You practically shouted, "For the love of god, Brian, just listen to me!"

"I am listening."

"No, you're cutting me off every second and putting words in my mouth. I didn't cheat, I can't cheat. We," you gestured between the two of you, "aren't together. Regardless of that, I wasn't on a date with Adam...I'm friends with Kim and he wanted to talk. They're still trying to work things out."

"Oh," he deflated slightly, all the anxiety and anger he'd come into 51 with disappating in a matter of seconds. 

"That's it? Just oh?" 

"Shay said you were out with Adam and I'd seen you talking to him when he was here the other day...I just. When Shay mentioned it I...I don't know. I was just seeing green. I know we aren't but I mean...we-"

"If you want us to be then just say the word Brian," you replied. "I told you before that I had feelings for you, that hasn't changed." 

You had told him months ago that you liked him. It was terrible timing because he had just started going out with Severide's sister but you had waited it out and tried to be there for him solely as a friend and co-worker. That relationship had ended months ago though and Otis hadn't made any move to indicate that he was interested in more than friendship with you. There were signs, and you were pretty sure that Otis felt the same way about you he just hadn't said anything that definitely indicated that he wanted the two of you to be anything more than friends. 

"I just throught, you went out with Adam-"

"It wasn't a date, we just grabbed drinks-"

"You could've grabbed drinks at Molly's." Otis reasoned.

You groaned, leaning back against Matt's desk, "I feel like I'm talking in circles. I didn't go to Molly's because I didn't want everyone at 51 acting like I was on a date. We went to a bar in Canaryville. I know Adam, we're just friends, he's literally dating a friend of mine." 

"We're friends."

"Are we, cause you booked it out of the locker room and accused me of cheating on you but now you're going to say that we're friends? That's it? You get to be upset with me for having drinks with a friend of mine and I tell you that I still have feelings for and I haven't even thought about going out with anyone since before you and Katie broke up and you're going to hit me with 'we're friends'." You asked, voice rising slightly. "I will make this so simple for you Brian, do you like me?"

"Of course-"

"Would you actually date me? Not just hang out on off days cause cause we're friends but be with me, an actual defined relationship where I can introduce you to people as my boyfriend?"

"Yeah, yes," Otis replied quickly, "I wasn't sure how you felt after Katie and I broke up...if you were still interested or just wanted to be friends." 

Before you could say anything to him the door to the office opened, Matt standing there looking between the two of you, partially confused and partially amused. He'd heard from Joe that Otis had run out of the locker room and you'd gone after him but he wasn't expecting to see the two of you in his office.

"I hate to interrupt but I have actual woork to do...and I feel like I remember telling you to do truck inventory," Matt said, looking over at you curiously. 

"I was just heading over there now." You slipped passed Otis and Matt, the latter taking your place at his desk so he could sit down. Otis was still standing in the office, embarrassed and somewhat stuck on the conversation that had been abruptly interrupted. 

"Otis?" Matt asked. When he didn't answer, still staring at the door, Matt called his name again, "Otis."

After another beat Otis seemed to snap into action, apologizing to Matt as he hurried out of the office and through the bunk room. You were in the hallway, headed out to do the truck inventory that Matt had asked you to do that morning, when Otis stopped you. He mirrored your actions from earlier, rushing around in front of you and forcing you to stop walking so you didn't run into im. 

"Brian-" You started to say but Otis cut you off, grabbing your upper arms gently and kissing you. It didn't last long enough for you to even really register what was happening before he pulled away, dropping his hands and taking a step back. 

"Sorry, sorry. I shouldn't just kiss you without-"

You cut him off this time, grabbing him and kissing him the same way he had done to you. He kissed you back, niether of you aware of the fact that you were standing right in front of the common room and there was an audience of people sitting there staring at the two of you kissing. Or that Joe was handing Shay a twenty.

"I told you they'd get together in the firehouse," She said, smiling as she pocketed the money. 

[vroomvroommuppett]

Hi! Could we get a smutty and fluffy follow up to the Sev x Jay x Reader story as it ended with “let’s put a baby in you”. The fun night and then afterwards about loving being together and having a family. ❤️

yes, yes we can

here is the one anon is referring too

a/n: i apologize. this is the first smut i’ve written in a while

notes: you’re a graphic and interior designer that worked from home; you decided to hyphenate jay and kelly’s last names, and are all severide-halstead (throuples are known and legal), but co-workers will call them their respective last names still sometimes

this was longer than i intended but i hope this is what you were wanting! i don’t mind going more in-depth into any of the topics i covered in this, as well as the other thouples i have listed here

when you finally got home, you were pushed up against the door by kelly while jay locked said door. jay came up behind you and started kissing your neck and you let out a moan when he hit your sweet spot. kelly tapped your legs and you wrapped them around his waist. when you and kelly broke apart, jay was the first to speak,

“c’mon babes, let’s take this upstairs, so we can worship our milf properly.”

kelly maneuvered you so you were thrown over his shoulder and took you upstairs with jay. once on the bed, everyone started stripping. they gave you a few orgasms before alternating coming in you, and once when they were both in you at the same time. the whole night was moans, profanities, statements, and screams.

“look at you, all ready for us” “i cannot wait until these are filled with milk” “i/we can’t wait to make you a mommy” “i can’t wait to make you daddies” and so on.

next shift, they would both get teased.

intelligence

“well looks like halstead got some after defending his wife”

“oh shut up ruzek. i think its sweet”

“what can i say? i love my wife and husband”

51

“damn severide, you look like you got mauled by a lion”

kelly just looked at casey confused

“your back?”

kelly goes to the mirror and looks at his back. there were fingernail scratches all up and down it.

“this stays between us, matthew”

matt just laughed and kelly sent a text to your group chat.

a few months later you weren’t feeling well and realized you were late so you went to the store to get tests. all six of them were positive. when kelly and jay came home, you gave them a bag each with a test. when they opened it, they both looked at you then your stomach then back up at you. kelly was the first to speak

“you’re pregnant?”

you just nodded, with tears in your eyes. both came and hugged and kissed you. throughout the pregnancy they were at your beck and call. when you went to find the gender, you not only found it out, but you also found out you were having twins, both which were girls. once everyone found out, they were so excited and helped in any way they could.

when your daughters were born, after a very long and painful labor, it was hard to take them away from jay and kelly. they wanted to protect them from the world. they would thank you for giving them your daughters and you were just in awe at how quickly they became professionals.

you named them fallon james severide-halstead and blakely jade severide-halstead.

they loved being at home with their girls and loved helping when you would get clogged ducts and in general. when the doctor cleared you for sex, will and connor took the twins and they went at your pace.

a year later you got pregnant, again.

life with them was amazing, and once your third baby was born, jay retired from working, and helped with them while you worked from your at-home office, and when you were pregnant with your fourth, kelly moved to ofi for consistent hours, and a less dangerous job, and you couldn’t be more grateful.

your last pregnancy you got pregnant with twins, again, and once they were born, you all decided that 6 was enough.

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Hi! Can I request something, where Al hasn't been sleeping/feeling well and ends up passing out in the bullpen, and the team's reaction to it?

Thank you :)

This was a fun little blurb to write! Thanks Anon! :)

It was a tricky thing, trying to balance the intensity of the Intelligence Unit with health, physical, mental and emotional. Hank Voight never let himself rest, which translated to the rest of the unit fairly quickly whenever he got too deep into a case. Especially, it affected Al, who had been Hank’s best friend and partner for over twenty five years.

Al was getting old. Despite being younger than Hank, he somehow felt like he aged ten years older. His body couldn’t handle the strain anymore, especially after married life and living in his own garage.

That week, they’d been going and going and going… and going. Hank wasn’t sleeping, neither was most of the unit. That meant Al spent his nights in Hank’s office, pouring over paperwork until he couldn’t read anymore.

After eight days of non-stop going and minimal sleep, Al got up from his desk to get some coffee. He was shaky, but powered through it, going to the break room to get coffee. He sipped the lukewarm liquid, then sighed, downing it. He poured another and took it to his desk. However, just as he got there, Hank came from his office. “Let’s go.”

It took everything it had for Al to not groan out loud, and much of Intelligence was feeling the same as they reluctantly got up to follow Hank. Al trailed after them, wobbling. He stumbled into Kevin’s desk, then fell onto the world as the world around him faded.

When Al fell to the ground, Adam was the first to notice. “Al! Guys, wait!” He cried, running back and kneeling beside Al.

Within seconds, everyone was back upstairs and beside Al, including Trudy, who had heard Adam’s cry from the steps. Trudy and Hank were beside Al, Antonio on the radio to get an ambulance to 21.

Al woke up a few moments later, groaning. There was a cut on his head where he’s hit the corner of the desk going down. He looked around. “Oh, fuck,” he mumbled, seeing the concerned faces looming over him. “What the hell happened?”

“You passed out, Al,” Hank said as Al sat up, Trudy and Hank steadying him.

Trudy gave a stern look to Hank. “He needs to go home and rest. You all do.”

Hank met Trudy’s eyes, then nodded slowly. “We’ve got an ambo coming for you, Al. You should get your head checked out.”

“I don’t need it,” he said, trying to get up, but the world was still spinning. He sat back down. “Shit…”

“Maybe not, but it’s an order,” Hank said. “From both of us.”

Al grumbled, but the paramedics came up the stairs, Antonio leading them into the bullpen where Al was. They sat beside him, doing some tests, then nodded and stood. “He should really get a scan to make sure his head is okay, but he should be alright otherwise. Better safe than sorry.” They helped Al into the stair chair, then took him down the back stairs at his request. Hank and Trudy led them out, then Hank rode in the ambo with him to Med, dismissing the rest of Intelligence for the weekend.

Hank sighed. “I’m sorry, Al.”

“You push yourself so hard,” Al said, shaking his head. “We can’t keep up. Not even Ruzek.”

Hank fell silent, thinking about it. From that day foreword, he always took into consideration how his team felt, telling them to take care of themselves as necessary. He knew the only person he could push was himself.

[sarcastichalstead]

The Chicago Files

A Jay Halstead Storyline

Gif credit by @xofeno​

Chapter 2

It was a sleepless night but nonetheless, you came in early greeting Trudy and heading upstairs. As you headed upstairs, you noticed the mess in Ruzek's office. You made a small groan, cursing Ruzek and his mess. You fixed up the table, cleaning up the crumbs.

"So it's you!" Jay surprised you, coming up the stairs, shrugging off his jacket. You questioned his comment, making him continue. "Ruzek is not a clean his area kind of guy but his desk is always clean,"

"Yeah no, Ruzek rarely leaves his desk clean," You laughed, remembering one-time Ruzek was so caught up on going home, he left his laptop open and forgot to sign it out again and it went missing for 3 days. You pointed to the lounge, glimpsing at Jay. "Want some coffee?" He nodded, heading there following right behind you.

When you got to the kitchen, you saw him looking at his phone before shoving it down back in his pocket, walking over to you. You turned on the coffee machine, leaning against the counter.

"What's wrong Hals? You have your mopey face," The nickname caused a smile to form on his lips.

"I have a mopey face?" He questioned. You grabbed a mug, pouring the hot coffee inside.

"Yep, you also have another face I call the Halstead look that you and your brother are famous for but that's for another time," You put sugar on the cup before handing it to him. "3 spoons of sugar, just how you like it," 

You served yourself coffee, sitting down at the table. "So are you gonna tell me what's wrong?" 

He sighed, rubbing his face. "Hailey is doing something dumb and possibly dangerous." Sipping your coffee, you thought what you could tell him to ease his tension.

"She's doing what Hailey does best," You admired Hailey, her determination and her fearlessness you envied. She didn't do what wasn't needed. But it was like Jay to worry, that man has his heart in his sleeve, even if he says differently. That's was one of the things you loved about him.

"I know you care about her, but she's gonna do it whether you like it or not, so just be there for her for when she does need you," He nodded, agreeing with you but still having doubts. "Don't let your feelings for her cloud your judgment. Hailey is one hell of a cop." Jay's eyes met yours, leaving both of you still.

The fax machine hummed to life, startling both of you. You got to the machine, reading the memo. "It's intel on the van," Jay had his hand hovering over your lower back "It got its picture taken, passing a red light a half-mile away from the first kidnapping and a witness spotted a white van an hour before the 2nd body was found,"

Hank came in, spotting both of you in the corner, reading the paper. "What do we got?" Jay moved back, letting you tell Voight.

"A lead with the van, it was reported stolen on Monday afternoon by a Freddy Brooks." You told him.

Hank looked at Jay, "call Uptown to meet you at Brooks's house," He walked toward his office.

"She had some family problems she can't make it," Hank remained silent, making eye contact with Jay, almost having a silent conversation.

"Go with Y/n," Both muttered the words 'what'. "its only a conversation and I need Halstead to have some sort of back up and this could be practice for you," He told you. Which didn't ease your nerves.

When Jay parked the car in front of Brooks's house, you tried to calm yourself as he stared at you. You were great on the sidelines but never on the outside. Jay knew this was new for you, and he tried his best not to overwhelm you.  "Just stay in the car I got this, if you're not ready," You shook your head, forcing yourself to push your nerves to the side.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," Both of you walked to the house, ringing the doorbell waiting for a response. After 2 minutes with no answer, Jay knocked. Jay was about to pull out his gun when Brooks opened the door.

"I'm sorry about that I was in the backyard," He greeted us, wiping his hands with a dishcloth. "I'm assuming you're here for my stolen van?" Jay nodded, following him inside. He threw the cloth in the kitchen before heading into the living room, showing you two a couch.

"Were sorry to bother you, we just wanted to ask you a few questions," Jay took out his notepad. Brooks agreed sitting in front of us. "so go back to when you saw it last?"

"Uhm let's see I came home from work late at night and I parked the van in the corner of my house and walked to my house and went to sleep and when I got up from work it was gone," Jay wrote down on his pad before asking him if he noticed anyone doing anything suspicious around him. 

"Not that I could think of, my neighborhood is pretty quiet," You got up, looking at his place seeing no personal memorabilia.

You would glimpse at Brooks, catching him staring at you. You walked to his dining table, seeing a full medication bottle sitting they're before looking back to Brooks.

"one more question, where were you yesterday afternoon," You asked him. He lifted his sleeves, resting them on the armchair. You noticed the small diamond-shaped tattoo sitting a few inches above his wrist. The tattoo caught your interest since mostly teenage girl decides to get one of those kinds of tattoos.

"Uhm lunch with a few coworkers," He looked around, fidgeting in his chair. "I have to get to work are we done here?"

"sure, I just need you to write down the name of the restaurant and coworker so we can confirm," Jay passed him the notepad with the pen. 

After he wrote the names, we left heading back to the car.

You felt staring, making you turn around. It took you a second to recognize him but you saw J.T standing in the corner, watching you both.

"Jay," You called him, grabbing his attention. You pointed the boy out to him. He took a step forward, making the boy take a few steps back. "Just go in the car I got this," When you walked forward and saw that the little boy didn't walk away, you got closer.

"J.T right?" He slowly nodded his head. Once you got close enough you greeted yourself. "I'm y/n," You squatted, hopefully, able to gain trust. 

"What are you doing out here?" He stayed quiet, staring at you.

"How about we go to the station and wait for your dad to pick you up huh?" You noticed the small tremble, he was terrified. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I work with the police were the good guys," He slowly walked to you stretching his arm out. "How about we go get ice cream?" He nodded, finally a small smile appearing in his face.