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Maybe We Could Do It Again
Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader
Word count: 4,632
Warnings: bickering and fluff.
Summary: Jay meets the Reader as theyâre both babysitting Makayla for Adam and Kim and they end up tangled up on the ground and kissing.
Disclaimer: I donât own any of the One Chicago shows, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way, or know anyone involved with it.
A/N: Okay, so this is one of the longest fics Iâve written, which might be a little too long but I hope you guys like it and feel free to send feedback! By the way, this is the first time I insert Burzek in one of my fics but I think I got their energy right ;)
(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)
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âOh my God, Adam! I canât believe that even when youâre not supposed to do something you get it wrong!â Kim yelled at her boyfriend.
âWhat the hell-â He even tried to respond but got immediately interrupted for his bad language.
âAdam!â She hissed again, not believing how he could still curse so much now that the two of them had a child in the house.
âSorry, sorry!â He said, nervously raising his hands, as Kim already peeked through the kitchen doors to see Jay and Makayla pretend like they hadnât been listening to every word of their conversation in the living room. âItâs just⊠I remember you specifically telling me to find someone to babysit the kid, so I did it! How is it possible that Iâm the one who-â
âYes! I did ask you two to do that! On Monday! And do you remember what you told me?â He didnât dare to say anything. âOh, no? Because I do! I remember you saying, and I quote:â she said, even making finger quotes to emphasize the whole thing, ââWhere the hell am I supposed to find a babysitter for Makayla? None of my friends have any experience with kids!ââ Kim shoved it in his face, making a very good point for herself. But, as usual, Adam decided to go against any sign of good judgment and continue to defend himself. He knew he could never let Kim in on it, but Jay himself was one of those who had already heard the officer saying how much he loved bickering with his girlfriend and getting her all fired up against him.
âNo, uh! That wonât cut it! You told me, and I quote: âThen hire someone! I donât know! But youâre the one who came up with the date night idea, so donât come and throw something that should be your responsibility on my shoulders!â, so I knew that I needed to find someone! Kev and Vanessa are visiting his siblings this weekend, so I thought: why not Jay? Heâs good with kids, and he offered to help us with Makayla!â Adam concluded, absolutely proud of himself while Kim just rolled her eyes.
âOh. My. God!!! You do know he didnât mean that literally, donât you?â She was already fuming by that point.
âErr-â He had to admit that heâd never stopped to think about that possibilityâŠ
âNo one means that literally!!â She shouted, this time, making even the neighbors hear their arguing. âNo one means that literally, and, now, youâre just making us both look like the cops who canât take care of their own kid in front of the entire unit.â She stated, in a lower, tone while pinching the bridge of her nose.
âBut this is not the entire unit! This is Jay! Our friend Jay, who had offered!â Adam stood by that argument and Kim had already opened her mouth to shoot a remark back when Jay came into the kitchen.
âMakaylaâs distracted with the tv.â He started with that so that they wouldnât be worried. âUh... Guys, Kim, you donât have to worry about me telling anyone about this, okay? I wonât. Besides, I did mean what I said before. Iâm here to help. Whatever you guys need. Plus, for someone who had plans of watching a game rerun alone at home on a Friday night, babysitting that cute little girl is almost like hitting a jackpot!â Jay assured, giving them a small smile and shiny eyes headed towards Makaylaâs direction. Babysitting a kid, when he was probably never gonna have one of his own, was one of the things that he, personally, missed the most about when Will and Natalie were together. Back when Lindsay lived in Chicago, he used to be sure that, someday, he was gonna find someone. Settle down. Build a family. But, now⊠After everything that had happened, he couldnât help but feel like his time to do all that had run out. So, instead of mooning over it, he could gladly babysit Makayla.
âWell, um, thank you, Jay,â Kim started, nervously tucking a string of hair behind her ear, âthatâs really nice to hear. And we very much appreciate it. But-â She didnât get a chance to finish as the doorbell rang and Adam rushed towards the apartmentâs entrance to prevent his very excited little girl from opening the door by herself. When he got there, followed by the other two adults, Makayla was already standing on her tiptoes, hand-in-handle.
âHey! Watcha doing, you little adventurous?!â Adam asked while picking her up from the floor and tickling her sides, which made her become a giggling mess. âYou canât just open the door like that, darlinâ! You gotta check on the peephole first,â he said, as he lifted her up enough so that she could look through the hole, âlike this. See someone?â
âYes! Itâs (y/n/n)!â She squealed out. âCan we open the door now? Please, Adam?â Makayla asked, shooting him pleading eyes, while her body buzzed with happiness.
âAh, (y/n/n), right,â Adam said simply, opening the door and fearing that Kim would want to restart the whole discussion with him.
âHey, princess!â And that simple greeting was all it took for Makayla to throw herself from Adamâs arms straight to yours. âWow,â you laughed at her sudden movement, which had caused you to lose your balance a little, âyou excited to see me?â
âYes!! Did you bring the bakings???â She asked you eagerly, bakings being what she called your cooking utensils.
âNo, not today!â Your answer made her face, almost immediately, turn into a sad frown. âBut I brought this!â You told her while lifting up a box that read âkaraoke setâ, above a few drawings of a microphone and musical notes. Seeing that, Makaylaâs saddened expression shifted in two seconds, eyes lighting up.
âLook, Kim!â The little girl shrieked, more than ready to have what she already knew was about to be the time of her life.
âYeah, I see that! Seems like you girls are gonna have a blastâŠâ Your friend weirdly trailed off, as her mind tried to find a quick solution to the mess her boyfriend had made.
âUhâŠâ Was all that a very handsome man you hadnât met yet managed to let out.
âJay, um, this is my best friend (y/n). (y/n/n), this is our friend from work Jay. Iâm sorry about the mess, guys, itâs Adamâs fault.â Kim spoke again, bluntly accusing her boyfriend.
âMy fault??? Are you kidding??? You told me to find someone to watch Makayla 'cause you didnât want us to keep bothering (y/n)!â
âGuys! Itâs no bother at all, really. Hanging out with this little princess is in my best interest, believe me!â You said, quickly defending your case.
âWell, thanks for saying that, (y/n/n). What happened here is that Adam told me he wouldnât be able to get anyone,â Kim started while shooting daggers into her boyfriend with her bare eyes. âSo, since I wasnât about to just wait for a miracle, I called and asked you to do it. But someone didnât think about telling me that he had already gotten Jay to come. And now youâre both here, ugh!â She finished, rather dramatically, while pointing a finger at Adam.
That was, seriously, the best couple you knew when it came to bickering.
âOkay, so, um, itâs not gonna be any trouble. I can leave since your colleague got here first and you donât need to be stressed on your date night, friend.â You tried to bring things to a peaceful ending before Kim turned it into a murder scene.
âOh, I do need to be stressed! I need to-â She started to debate but got cut off by Makaylaâs cute pleading voice:
âBut you canât leave, (y/n/n)! Weâre gonna play karaoke!â The little girl clearly had already gotten worked up by your idea for the night.
âMakayla, baby, please donât be difficult. You hang out with (y/n/n) all the time, and uncle Jay is already hereâŠâ You watched as Adam tried to reason with his daughter while she held you really tight.
âNo, uhâŠâ Their friend started to say. Was it too weird for you to be thinking about how incredibly cute he looked when scratching the back of his neck like that? âRelax, man, I can go. I bet that youâre gonna have a lot more fun with her than with me, anyways, Mak.â He completed, talking to your little friend with a sweet smile, to which she reacted with a confused frown.
âBut- but why does Jay have to leave? Canât he play karaoke with us, (y/n/n)?â Makayla asked you poutingly.
âNow thatâs something Iâd like to see!â Adam started to mock but stopped when Kim punched him in the arm. âOuch! That hurt, you know?â
âI know! That was exactly the result I was hoping for!â She squealed out sarcastically, âMakayla, honey, you canât just ask both (y/n/n) and Jay to play karaoke, of all things, with you.â It was lovely to watch Kim interacting so patiently with her kid but the young girl still didnât seem to understand.
âBut why???â
âWell, they donât know each other, Makayla.â Kim tried again but Mak still wasnât ready to give it up.
âBut they know me!âÂ
âGood luck explaining now, ma.â As soon as the words came out of his mouth, all of you đ Adam himself included đ knew what was coming, fortunately, Kim just punched him in the arm again.
âYou know, guys, you donât need to fight over something like this, okay? Uh⊠Since heâs your coworker, Iâm gonna assume that heâs one of the good guys, therefore I wouldnât really have a problem with hanging out with himâŠâ You said because you were never one to say no to little kids. âI mean if thatâs okay with you, too, officerâŠâ
âItâs detective, actually. But you can call me Jay, uh, (y/n), right?â
âYeah, thatâs right.â
âWell, I donât have any problems with hanging out with you either,â Jay said and, Jesus, was that really his smile? âI mean, Mak should get all the babysitters she wants!â He told her with a wink. It was official. You were so done for the night.
âHa!â Kim nervously let out a laugh, âletâs go easy there, cowboy! You canât just come into my house offering the kid everything she wants.â
âOkay, okay,â the detective started to say with a gesture of surrender while the couple started to get out of the house to give you the space to properly go in. âSorry âbout that, ma!â You could have sworn that you saw him tremble đ just a little đ under the deadly gaze your friend sent his way. Adam, who seemed to be off the hook for the first time that night, took the moment to laugh and hope that his girl would forget she had been so mad at him.
âCâmon, darling. Letâs get going before we decide it isnât very safe to leave Mak with those two.â
"Yeah⊠I'm already deciding that but maybe they'll prove us wrong." Kim said, voice absolutely faithless. "You behave, Makayla!"
"It's more than obvious that she's going to be the best tonight. Get outta here already!" You heard Jay yelling a little in response to her, as you and Makayla started to get the karaoke set up.
But you, being the lucky person you were, obviously couldn't find your way around your friend's old stuff.
"Uh, you need any help there?"
âNo! No, not all! Um, I got this!â You quickly responded because you could be pretty skeptical when it came to admitting your weaknesses and, from your point of view, not getting a simple karaoke set to work was a huge one.
âAlright, thenâŠâ
âAre you sure you donât want Jay to help, (y/n/n)?â Mak asked, sounding way more reasonable than you, the actual adult there.
âUm, err, I guess maybe I could use some help⊠Itâs just that this TV setup is quite different from mineâŠâ You said, still unwilling to let how confused you were really show.
âYeah, I can help!â you heard Jay as he left his spot in the corner of the room. âI was just ordering us pizza but I can totally help out 'cause Adam and I actually shopped for these TVs together, so I have the same one!â He said, this time, already gently getting the device from your hands before you could even react, which was probably him sensing that you wouldnât give it up so easily, like he could see right through you.
âOkay, well, since you already ordered the pizza, Iâll go make us some juice.â As you said that you got both of your companions making weird faces at you, so you amended: âOr not, because you already ordered soda too⊠Just keep in mind that if Kim gets mad because of all the junk food that kid is eating, Iâm telling on you, detective!â You said, making a point to stare right into his eyes đ God, they were so beautiful, was there nothing but beauty in this manâs body?
âOkay, so I think weâre all good here with the karaoke! Who wants to go first?â Hearing that you came of your very dangerous thoughts and Makayla jumped up and down, screaming:
âMe! Me! Me!â
âAlright, little lady, then come pick a song!â Jay told her and stood by to help her with her choice.
About three hours later all three of you had already sung your hearts out đ Jay having had gone for ABBA, which surprised you and Mak, to say the least đ eaten lots of pizza, drunk lots of soda and had begun watching a movie, cause you told Jay that that always did the trick when it came to Mak falling asleep. But, God, it was hard to pay attention to the movie you were supposed to be watching when sitting next to a guy like that. And he wasnât just really handsome. He was sweet and kind and funny. Also, he was so good with Makayla. It was like everything youâd always imagined the perfect man being like was right there, reunited in the detectiveâs goof self. But you couldn't be thinking those thoughts about him. Not when he was so close. And definitely not when your best friend's daughter was lying on both of your laps.
So, in order to calm your thoughts for a minute, you gently put Makaylaâs head on a cushion as you got up đ because she was already asleep đ, and said Iâm gonna get started on cleaning over there.â It was indeed necessary since Mak had dropped all of the content of a big ice cream container near the dining table, the ice cream being very sticky and sort of liquid đ which was obviously beyond your understanding but who were you to judge Kim and her preferences?Â
"Oh God, lemme help you!" You heard Jay saying, as he quickly made his way from the corridor over to where you were cleaning the floor, by the dining table.
"Ah, there's no need for it. I'm used to spending time with Mak, and, then, cleaning up before Kim sees it." You told him with a sly smile.
"Ha! Well, I don't doubt it! You're really good with her."
"And she's really good at making giant messes."
"Right." He said, chuckling lightly. "But, this time, I bet you felt like there were two kids, huh?"
"Your words, not mine, detective."
"Anyways, I'll help. Don't tell Kim and Adam, cause they might spread it across the district, but I'm actually pretty good at cleaning. Especially, when compared to someone who's doing such a lousy job." At that, you instantly snapped your head in his direction.
"What did you just say?" You asked, pretending to be mad while standing up and raising your sponge, as if it was a weapon you were threatening him with.
"Uh⊠Uh, d- did you know that pulling a weapon on a cop is a crime?" He asked, trying to play along, but stuttering a little.
"And what are you gonna do?" Now that Makayla was asleep⊠"Huh? Arrest me?" Jesus Christ, you definitely weren't thinking straight, you thought as you watched Jay drop his mop, also spilling all the soapy water on the floor. He even motioned to take care of it but stopped when he realized that you were, now, standing closer. Closer than it was safe for him to be near a woman like you. So he decided to take a step backward, not remembering the floor situation and slipping. As a reflex, you grabbed his shirt when you were obviously not gonna be able to prevent him from falling.
So, you ended up falling with him. On top of him. Oh God, was that living room always so hot? Your thoughts were cut off by Jay's laugh, it was an open-mouthed laugh, just like when you two were interacting with Makayla. He didn't seem to be the kind of guy who got to laugh too much, especially given his job. But it definitely suited his features. His smile, that bright, was so beautiful.
"So you're seriously not even gonna try and get up? Just gonna stay there staring?" Hearing that, you blushed instantly, because you hadn't even realized you were staring.
"Ah, uh⊠Right." Now, that was your turn to stutter, and Jay was loving every second of it. He thought you looked absolutely adorable like that. Even more so than you had looked all night.
But you weren't feeling adorable at all. You were embarrassed. By the situation at hand, sure, but, also, by your entire behavior that had, pretty much, gotten the two of you in that position. What was going through your head? The answer was simple: nothing. Or, better yet, Jay's gorgeous face, body, and behavior. Just, Jay being gorgeous all night. Now, what really made you wanna dig a hole and jump right into it was when you tried to get up but the floor was so slippery that you just fell back on him.
Needless to say, he was having a playfield. Laughing like there was no tomorrow. In fact, he had relaxed completely under you, laying his head on the soaked floor.
"You know what? This is pretty comfortable. I think I'll stay right here." It was official: you had no self-shame.
"Are you serious?" He asked, trying hard to hold back from laughing.
"Look, I don't know what else to do, okay? And my brain is clearly affected by your little charm, because I just keep mortifying myself over and over-"
"So you think I'm charming, huh?" Damn it. A thousand times damn it.
"Uh⊠That's not exactly what I-" You couldn't finish your sentence, as Jay started pulling you even closer to him. Kissing you. Oh boy, how he kissed youâŠ
"Oh. My. God." Both you and Jay jumped away from each other, as much as you could, the second you heard Kim say that, her being followed suit by Adam:
"What the hell is that?!?" He half-asked, half-barked at the both of you, trying hard to not burst into laughter.
"Uh, it's, um, it's not what you're thinking, guys-"
"It's not what I'm thinking?!?" Yeah⊠It was safe to say that Kim was pissed. "Are you sure it isn't? Because the image actually seemed pretty self-explanatory to me!" As the both of you just kept working out a way to get up from the floor, she continued: "I come back home thinking that everything was gonna be perfect because my daughter had two adults babysitting her! People that I thought were quite responsible but, then, I come home to find those very adults making out on the floor in my living room! My very dirty living room! And, by the way, where the hell is Makayla?"
"She, um, she's in her bedroom. Asleep." Jay finally spoke. "And, about the mess⊠We were just, uhâŠ"
"Yeah, man, we saw what you were just doing," Adam said, looking like he was having the time of his life.
"No! That's not what he was gonna say-"
"Ah, so the two of you got along so well that now you even know what he was going to say, (y/n)?" Kim said, while glaring at you.
"All I meant was that, well, the place got a little dirtyâŠ" Jay started to explain but not fast enough.
"A little???" Kim was really, really mad, you realized.
"But dinner was great!" At that, both you and Kim just stared at him incredulously while Adam started laughing on his way to the kitchen.
"That's what you were going to say???" You ask him, not believing you'd just tried to defend him for some joke. "Kim, I'm sorry things ended up this unfruitfulâŠ" You began to tell your best friend, to try and patch things up, when Adam chipped in from the other room.
"You know, darling, Jay wasn't wrong! This pizza is great!" He barked, mouth full. And that's what got Kim to go over the edge.
"Don't you realize what just happened here, Adam??? And, you two! I still haven't heard an explanation on what the hell I just saw!"
"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry! We were cleaning up and then it just-"
"It just what, (y/n)??? It just happened? That what you were gonna say?"
"As a matter of fact, yes, it is! It just happened because you and your boyfriend made me babysit with this ridiculously hot guy and I'm human! Now, before you have another crisis, Makayla didn't see anything and I'm leaving because I just humiliated myself more than enough for a lifetime!" With that said, and your flight or flee instinct activated â cause you were never much of a fighter â, you did the smartest thing possible and stormed out of there, hoping to be able to get into some sort of protection program for embarrassment victims.
Meanwhile, Adam and Kim simply had to laugh, even more so when they noticed Jay's shocked twinkling expression.
"Jay! What is wrong with you?" Kim asked, taking him out of his daze.
"What?"
"Go after her! If I hadn't been so upset about the circumstances, I would've been the first one to say that what happened over there?" She asked, pointing to the floor. "What happened there was hot." The officer finished her trail of thought bluntly, as if it was the most obvious thing.
"But⊠What about your living room?" Jay asked, still unsure of what to do.
"Are you kidding me? Look, Halstead, if you promise not to break her heart⊠I won't hold it against you." Kim stated, making her stance on the whole matter very clear. She thought it was a good way to start apologizing to you after freaking out like that.
"Uh, uh, alright!" The detective rambled, looking like he had no idea of what to do next.
âGo!â With that last push, he left his friendsâ house to go try and get the girl.
âYou know, this is quite a mess but they do have the potential to be a great couple!â Adam happily pointed out, as he kept eating all he could find.
âHa! If sheâs as lucky as I amâŠâ Kim ironically muttered, as she watched her boyfriend impolitely shoving food in his mouth.
âThen sheâs a very lucky lady!â He confidently stated with a grin while all Kim could do was laugh at his messy childish ways.
Outside burzek's apartment â burzek being the ship name you used to tease Kim and Adam with â, you had been slowly walking towards the subway. You wanted to move faster but your mind was too full at the moment. And, sometimes, when you needed to get your head back on straight, you couldn't really do anything else, having a hard time concentrating on your flow of thoughts.
It was right when you were beginning to think you had stopped the spirals in your mind that you heard him: "(y/n)!" You recognized the detective's voice on the spot. How could you not, after how he had managed to disrupt your thoughts and actions all evening? But you weren't about to turn back around and have your very own movie ending with him. You just knew it wasn't gonna play out like that and decided to keep walking in order to preserve the little dignity you still had. "Oh, c'mon! Just give me a minute! Please!" That pleading made you turn around, to let him down more politely, which ended up with the two of you almost hitting each other. Once again, that same night, he was too close to you. The proximity with his body sending all sorts of heatwaves through yours. He seemed to be feeling it too, given the way he started to look at you, the damn smirk back on his lips.
"Nu-uh. You don't get to look at me like that. Not after what it did to me the first time."
"Huh. Care to elaborate on that? How exactly am I looking at you?" He asked, moving even closer to you altogether. "And, more importantly, what exactly did it do to you?"
"You don't need me to answer any of that." You pointed out, crossing your arms over your chest â clearly going into defensive mode.
"Maybe not," he started, tilting his head slightly â the damn smirks never leaving his face. "But. I'd like to hear it nevertheless."
"Well, you're not going to."
"Ah, okay." Wait, was he really giving up that easily? "Then maybe I can just try and see what it does to you one more time? For the sake of curiosity." All you could think to say was an enthusiastic 'Yes, please!' but, when he started leaning in to kiss you, you seemed to come back to your senses, pushing him away and taking some steps back of your own.
"Oh my God! Don't you get it? We can't be doing this right now. Not after the way I left things with Kim because of our previous, um, actions!" At that, Jay just gave you a confused look. "I stormed out of there but just because I was feeling too ashamed about it all and I honestly donât think that I want any more embarrassment for a lifetime.
âOkay, okay. I get that but maybe it would feel less embarrassing for you if you knew that I was feeling all of that too: all of that buzzing energy and the goddamn butterflies and everything. You were doing exactly the same I did to you to me. And, as embarrassing as it was to be caught like that by Adam and Kim, I still canât say I regret any of it. In fact, I was thinking that maybe we could do it again? You know, minus all the mess and the kid đ I mean, I adore Mak but that would be-âÂ
You didnât care to listen to the rest of all he had to say. Instead, you threw yourself into his arms, even making him lose his balance for a second, and started kissing him, except that this time it was a slow, hot, and thought-through kiss. And the second you did kiss him, you heard clapping and whistling from afar, as you turned to find Kim and Adam there, once again witnessing you and Jay kiss. And that had Jay whispering to you:
âLetâs get out of here?â To which you responded simply with a:
âYes, please!â
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kicked out of the amphitheater for yelling âget his assâ when clytemnestra killed that mf
#greek mythology#agamemnon#an oresteia#House of Atreus#clytemnestra#tagamemnon#and i know it's not a hastag girlboss moment but the climax of a terrible tragedy that tore their family apart and will only result#in more bloodshed and horror#but cue chicago soundtrack he had it coming. he only had himself to blame#rip to clytemnestra u were a real one.
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Drugged- TeenSister!Casey/ BigBrother!Matt Casey
Authors note: I honestly canât remember who requested this as I have been working on this for a while now. This is out of my comfort zone for writing, but I gave it my best shot. I hope you enjoy and this finds the person who asked for it!
Warning: implied/ suspicion of being roofied, mentions vomiting, cursing
Summary: After getting coffee, you show signs of being roofied. Your big brother, God father, and your firehouse family come to the rescue.
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On your way to the firehouse from school, you dropped by your favorite coffee shop. Youâre a frequent customer, coming in once or twice a day, so you knew almost all the staff and most of the usual patrons. Now that you think about it, itâs very rare for you to see anyone that isnât a regular. You intended to make the stop quickly, seeing as the snow was coming down heavier by the minute. Many of the roads were already thoroughly frozen over as the unexpected snow storm came into Chicago. You ran into the bathroom quickly, leaving your bag at the counter after ordering your drink.
Once you emerged, you thanked the cashier, taking your bag and coffee before heading out the door. By the time you reached the firehouse, a few blocks away, you had just began taking long swigs your coffee as it finally cooled enough not to scald your tongue. You separated from the group that you joined, waving at a few familiar faces that walked into the apartments across the street as you made your way into the firehouse. What you failed to realize was the stranger, who had to be at least in his mid-twenties, who had followed your little group to the intersection.
You greeted your god father and the rest of Squad, who was sitting at the table cleaning tools as they waited for a call. You hugged everyone, getting a kiss on your temple from Kelly, before retreating into the much warmer firehouse. Though Kelly had on a couple heaters in the bay, the chill still seemed to leak in.
As you made your way into the common room, you began to feel lightheaded. You smiled and greeted everyone, acting like nothing was wrong as you made your way into the kitchen. At this point, you had consumed most of your coffee, so you figured you were either dehydrated or overheated, so you made a beeline for a bottle of water. You pulled one out of the fridge and attempted to open it when Matt came in.
âHey sis. Need some help there?â Matt asked, slightly teasing but also slightly concerned. You could always open things on your own and joked that you didnât need a manâs help. When you nodded, Matt went to take the bottle, but you dropped it.
You bent down to pick it up, only to pop back up and black out, falling straight into Matt. You could hear the commotion that your little scene made, feel Matt lower you to the ground, and heard multiple voices calling your name. Upon opening your eyes, everything looked hazy.
Matt was cradling you in his arms, leaning into your line of sight. âY/n. Hey. Talk to me. Can you hear me?â Matt kept asking, looking around at your family in search of Sylvie or Violet before coming back to meet your eyes.
You groaned, reaching up to rub your eyes as you tried to focus on anything at all. You heard running footsteps before Kelly and Sylvie came into your line of sight.
âWhat happened?â Brett questioned, immediately helping Kelly shed your coat and cut your shirt open before hooking you up to the portable monitor that Kelly had grabbed from her when they ran in.
âShe just collapsed.â Matt said, holding you up slightly in his arms.
Kelly reached a hand up, brushing your hair back as he checked for a fever. âNo fever. Whatâs wrong squirt?â Kelly asked, swiping your flyaways back and out of your eyes.
âTired and dizzy. Donât feel good.â You slurred, clutching your eyes shut as the slight movement Matt made had your head swimming.
âWhen did this start?â Sylvie asked, continuing to check you over.
âJust now.â You said, reaching for Kelly to find some sort of stability. âWhat is happening? Help me.â You whimpered, squeezing the hand Kelly took in his.
âShhhh. Just relax.â Kelly soothed, running a hand over your forehead.
âWhatâs going on?â You heard the Chief ask, walking into the common room with some news only to be met with a whole other situation.
âShe just collapsed. Somethingâs wrong.â Hermann answered, motioning to you still laid in Mattâs arms as Sylvie tended to you and Kelly helped attempt to sooth your shaking form.
âWell, I came to tell everyone that we have been grounded. Nobody leaves until we get the all clear.â Boden replied. âCan we treat her here Brett?â Boden asked, concerned for his youngest niece.
Brett nodded as she looked between Kelly and Matt who gave her a reassuring look. âWe can monitor her here. She doesnât seem to be in any danger. Her stats are a bit lower than I would like, but I think some fluids could help.â Brett replied, a look of pure concentration on her face.
Kelly quietly cursed as he processed the information. âBrett. Iâve seen this before. I think sheâs been drugged.â Kelly said, taking the pin light she then offered to look into your eyes.
Your eyes immediately squeezed shut at the invasion of light. You turned your head and tried to hide it in Mattâs stomach. âNooo. Please dad. No more. Make her stop.â You moaned, taking the hand Kelly had released and covering your face.
Everyone looked at each other at your words. Your dad has been dead for at least 8 years and you havenât seen your mom since. Kelly handed the penlight back to Sylvie as Violet nudged her way into the little circle everyone had created around you.
âIâve got the fluids and the oxygen just incase she has been roofied.â Violet announced, immediately working on getting a line as Matt tried to soothe you. You were moaning and writhing under all the hands that were around you. You were completely unaware of the situation now, only scared that your mom was coming to take you from your dad.
âSweetheart. Itâs alright. Itâs Matt. Iâm right here. Nothing is going to happen. I wonât let anything happen.â Matt soothed, wiping your face as tears spilled and mixed with the sweat that was starting to bead on your skin. âBrett. Sheâs getting pretty clammy and pale.â Matt said, taking a cloth that Hermann had grabbed to wipe the sweat and tears away.
Brett nodded and looked over your face before making brief eye contact with Matt. âY/n. Sweetie? Talk to me. How do you feel?â Brett asked, looking at the monitor before moving up toward your head to get in your line of sight.
âNot good. Tummy hurts. Hot and cold.â You slurred, reaching for Matt now that Sylvie wasnât holding your arm.
Brett nodded and took her stethoscope out. âHowâs your breathing? Your vitals are a bit lower than normal, but not dangerous. What do you feel?â Brett asked before she listened to your lungs. They were raspy and sounded strained.
âItâs hard.â You slurred, taking your hand from clutching Mattâs shirt to cover your tummy. âMatty. Donât feel good.â You whimpered, looking up at your big brother.
Matt cooed and ran his hand through your hair once again. âI know baby. I know. You gonna be sick?â Matt asked, looking at the paramedics and your godfather who was knelt next to your shoulder.
You nodded as your eyes welled with tears. You hate throwing up more than anything in the world. Vomiting is the one thing you are terrified of. Your family scrambled to find anything to use as a receptacle as your face paled further. Matt, ever the big brother, immediately cupped his hands under your chin just incase, but Chief was quick to grab the trash can just next to the door as the two paramedics helped Matt and Kelly roll you onto your side and over the trash can at your first heave.
Some of the firefighters left the room as you got sick, not able to handle the situation. Cruz, Gallo, Hermann, Ritter, Stella and Mouch stayed around to be of any assistance. Kelly and Matt were cooing and murmuring words of comfort as Violet and Sylvie spoke between each other and the Chief held the trash can in place.
âItâs okay. Your gonna be okay. Just get it up.â Kelly encouraged, supporting your back and holding you steady.
âOkay baby. There we go. Itâs alright sweetheart. Shhhhh.â Matt whispered, attempting to calm you as you sobbed between heaves. He held the side of your head to keep you stabilized and rubbed between your shoulder blades. âBreathe. You gotta breathe.â Matt reminded you as he heard you struggle to catch your breath.
âHer oxygen is dropping.â Brett muttered to herself and Violet. âKidd. Go grab some Zofran from the rig. Maybe a couple rounds of epi just to be on the safe side.â Brett ordered, not even looking up at Stella.
âYou got it.â Stella hollered, already running out into the apparatus floor.
âBrett?â The Chief said to get her attention. Once Sylvie looked up and made eye contact, he continued. âWe still got this?â He asked.
Brett thought for a moment. âHereâs the deal. If her stats drop dramatically, we gotta roll one way or another. Ice storm or no ice storm. I am going to do everything in my power to control this. If I have to use the epi, we will need to get her to med.â Brett explained, giving it to them straight. âRight now, her heart rate is 64, oxygen is 90 and blood pressure is 112/73. If she drops below a heart rate of 50, oxygen of 85, or blood pressure of 90/60, I wonât be equipped to control this situation much longer.â
Everyone nodded, but stayed quiet as they thought and watched the monitor. Kidd wasted no time in gathering her supplies and slid next to Violet, handing her the medications and syringe. Violet was quick to administer the Zofran as Mouch held the bag of fluids up for her to access the line a bit easier.
âGuys. Sheâs fading.â Kelly warned, feeling you get heavy in his hands. Your tremors ramped up as you slumped back into Kellyâs hands and Mattâs lap.
âCruz. Go get the squad ready to go. Ritter and Gallo, grab everyone you can to help Cruz get ready. Get snow chains on the squad and get the plow on the buggy. We gotta roll as soon as possible.â The Chief instructed, reaching around the small trash can to push flyaways back from your face and get a good look at you. âSheâs out Matt.â
âKelly, keep her on her side. We gotta keep her in a recovery position. Sheâs still vomiting a bit.â Brett noted, giving the order as she looked at your face. Your eyes were clenched shut and your face was pinched in pain. Small whimpers escaped as you wheezed and struggled to get good air.
âShhh sweetheart. Itâs okay. We got you. Matty has you.â Matt whispered, helping stabilize your head as Kelly and Brett turned you onto your left side. Matt has always protected you, but he couldnât stop this.
âWe got her man.â Kelly soothed, patting Matt on the shoulder. âAnd we have you princess. Itâs gonna be okay.â Kelly murmured in your ear, rubbing your back.
âHermann, go grab the backboard for me. We can put her on there to transfer her, but we gotta try to keep her in the recovery position.â Brett instructed, turning to look at your vitals. âWe gotta get ready to move. She dropping fast. Iâm going to try the epi to see if I can get her heart rate back up.â Brett announced to what was left of your family. âKeep fighting for us sweetie. We gotcha.â Brett muttered, taking the epi from Violet and administered it directly to your Iv.
As soon as Hermann got the back board and filled in the group on the progress being made on the apparatus floor, they began to transfer you. Your heart rate and blood pressure were coming up with the combination of epi and fluids, but your oxygen was staying around 88. The guys were putting on the final pieces of equipment when they got you loaded onto the truck.
âHere. Get this oxygen on her.â Violet instructed Kelly, handing him the mask.
Kelly gently placed the oxygen mask over your face and grabbed his phone while he heard the chief letting dispatch know the situation. Kelly quickly dialed the one person he knew would get you immediate help. âApril. I have a situation.â Kelly said as soon as the nurse answered.
âWhatâs wrong?â April replied.
âY/nâs been roofied. We are pulling out of the house now. We have her loaded onto the squad with Boden clearing a path. We pushed epi and Zofran and we have her on oxygen and fluids. She isnât doing too hot. We are gonna need a room and some help when we get there.â Kelly said, placing his phone between his shoulder and ear so that he could help turn you back on your side.
âIâm on it. ETA?â April asked, immediately running around the desk to Maggie and writing âY/n roofied. Trauma 2?â On a piece of paper as she waited for Kellyâs reply.
â8 minutes. The snows bad.â Kelly replied, looking out the window as the sirens blared and the lights flashed, reflecting off of every surface and every snowflake.
âGot it. Bring her into Trauma 2. Maggie, Will, Nat and I will be waiting for you.â April instructed as she moved to grab supplies and get ready for you.
âThanks April.â Kelly sighed before hanging up. Then he dialed the one detective he knew he could count on.
âHalstead.â Jay answered, not even bothering to look at his phone before he answered.
âJay, itâs Kelly. I need your help man.â Kelly said, looking at you in his best friendâs arms.
âWhatâs up?â Jay replied, turning his full attention to the conversation at hand.
âIâm fairly certain that y/n has been roofied. We are on our way to med right now in the squad. I need you to find the asshole that did this to her. She had a coffee from y/f/cs (your favorite coffee shop), so I would start there.â Kelly informed the detective, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.
âThe cup still at the station?â Jay asked, standing and grabbing his badge and weapon from his desk as he made his way to tap Haileyâs desk and lead her to Voightâs office.
âYeah. Be careful man. Itâs nasty out here.â Kelly replied. âAnd thanks. Keep me posted.â
âRight back at you man. Give her our love. We will find this son of a bitch.â Jay reassured before hanging up the phone.
No matter what, you had a family that would never let you down. No snow storm could keep them from getting you help and finding whoever hurt you.
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Fine is a Four-Letter Word (Chapter Five)
Summary: This is Part Twenty-Two of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.
Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples
Warnings: Injury Recovery, Trauma Recovery, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective Siblings, Family Feels, Team as Family, Kissing, Romance, Mild Sexual Content, Swearing
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Friday
***Â
Jay
Jay scrubbed a hand down his face as Dr. Fredericks patiently waited for him to, you know, actually talk.
âYou know what happened,â he began, figuring sheâd at least heard through the grapevine if not directly from a few of her other first-responder patients. âWith my sister and my brother.â
âI do.â Dr. Fredericks nodded. âBut that doesnât mean I know how you experienced it. Iâd rather hear it in your own words.â
Rubbing a hand over his mouth, he slumped back in his chair, trying to gather his words. Dr. Fredericks waited. Infuriatingly patient, as always.
He couldnâtâhe didnât want to revisit that day. Any of it. But he knew the drill by nowâknew he had to if there was any hope of getting a handle on it. The only way out was through and all that shit. Jay took a breath and tried to centre himself.
Slowly, haltingly, he told her everything. Every horrifying minute. Listening to the attack. Thinking that Bexâthat she was dead before he could even get to her. Emery. And then Will. How he canât stop hearing or seeing any of it whether heâs awake or asleep. How heâs trying to keep it together for Bexâtrying to keep Bex together while sheâs slowly falling apart before his eyes. Pretending sheâs fucking fine.
Like any of them are.
They talked through his feelings of âmisplacedâ guiltâJay didnât know if it would be possible to ever fully rid himself of thatâand his extremely justified anger at Ty.
âI justâI want him gone,â Jay snapped out. âI donât want him to ever be able to touch my family ever again. Iâm doing everything I can think of to make that happen, but none of it feels like enough.â
Dr. Fredericks tilted her head at him. âWhat have you been doing?â
âI canât work the case, obviously,â Jay said, still aggravated about that. âBut I remembered my dash cam was on and it caught the phone call with Bex so Iâve handed that over. You can hear Ty pretty frigginâ clearly on that so it should help the prosecutors.â Detective Medeiros kept reminding him how huge a help that actually was.
âMouse and I have been staying with her so I know thereâs always someone there,â he continued. âButââ
ââŠbut?â she prompted.
âWe both have to start back at work on Monday,â Jay sighed. âTheyâre letting us switch our shifts around so at least one of us will be thereâmost of the time anyway, but IâI donât know how Iâm going to do it.â
âReturn to work?â
âLeave Bex,â he said, shaking his head. âI tried to go for groceries on Wednesday and I-I had a panic attack in the parking lot of her building about leaving her alone. And Mouse was still there! I meanâI did it. I went. We needed food, but itâŠit was hard.â
âThatâs understandable after a trauma like youâve had,â Dr. Fredericks said. âHave you talked to Bex about your fears?â
âI donâtâŠno, no, I havenât.â Jay sat up and grabbed the glass of water sheâd set out for him. Gave his hands something to do. âOur oldest brother, Chrisâhe already had a talk with her along those lines this week.â Thankfully Chris had filled him in later because Bex hadnât said a word. âI donâtâI donât want to pile my shit on top of all that. I know she knows Iâm worried about her. I keep checking on her while sheâs âsleepingâââ
âWhy the air quotes,â Dr. Fredericks cut in.
âBecause Iâm pretty sure sheâs faking it,â he said, heart sinking all over again at the thought. âShe went from waking us up with screaming nightmares to total silence in the span of a day. That doesnât happen. But sheâs resting, at least, and that was a huge fight to win.â His lips twisted in a wry smile. âOne battle at a time, right?â
âThatâsââ
âI know.â Jay held up a hand. âSomething I need to talk about with her eventually, but Iâve been in her place, Doc. Hurt and in pain and knowing that thereâs nothing you can do to speed up the process. Itâsâitâs shitty and sleeping with broken ribs is actually pretty hard. I want to give her a bit of spaceâŠon that front, anyway.â
âOkay.â Dr. Fredericks levelled a look at him across the coffee table. âIf talking to Bex is off the table, for now, what else do you think can be done to help you feel more comfortable with returning to work.â
Aside from removing Ty Anderson from the face of the planet? Jay blew out a breath as he wracked his brain, running through all of their plans and back up plans andâ
âI thinkâŠI think we might be doing everything we can? To keep Bex safe, I mean.â He bobbed a little nod. âAside from rolling her up in bubble wrap or something.â
âWhich wouldnât be good for her ribs,â Dr. Fredericks pointed out with a small smile. Jay popped a finger gun at her. âFair point.â He let out a little laugh before sighing and running a hand over his face. âCan you justâŠtell me itâll get easier at some point?â
âHow long have we been seeing each other, Jay?â
âCouple of years,â he said, not bothering with the actual math. âOff and on.â
âSo,â Dr. Fredericks said, not giving him an inch. âWhat do you think the answer to that is?â
Not easier.
Not ever really with the way their lives went, but eased. With time and a hell of a lot of work.
They all had a long road ahead of them.
*** Bex
Bex watched the numbers on her phone turn over and silenced the alarm as soon as it went off. Kol snuffled as he wiggled closer beside her and licked at her chin. She gave him a little scratch behind his ear.
âGood boy, Kol,â she said. âYou did a good job.â
Heâd snuck into her room on Tuesday night as Mouse was leaving and snuggled in beside her. Bex wasnât about to turn him away and around one a.m., she was extra happy for that decision when he nudged her awake right as a nightmare was headed toward screaming out loud territory.
She did not need another night of waking up Mouse and Jay and having them burst into her room thinking she was fighting off an attack. Again.
Kol got plenty of treats for his help and now three nights in, theyâd managed to keep up their little system. He woke her up before the nightmares got too bad. Mouse and Jay got more sleepâmostly. Jay kept checking on her, but she was pretty sure he was sleeping in between checks. She was only managing to get a couple of hours a night, but it wasnât like she was exerting herself much throughout the day anyway.
The nightmares would fade at some point. They had to.
In the meantime, Operation Stop Worrying Your Whole Family was under way.
âOkay,ïżœïżœ Bex said, pushing Kol away gently. âTime to get up and face the day.â She was workshopping times for how early she could come out of her room and not have Mouse look at her with that tiny little frown line between his eyebrows, asking her if she got enough sleep.
Seven a.m. and eight a.m. were not it. Maybe eight-thirty would be the magic number.
Bex grit her teeth as she leveraged herself out of bed, ribs screaming at her. Most of her body was still one giant bruise and moving, standing, or sittingâeverything frigginâ hurt.
Slowly, but surely, she made her way toward her door. Taking a deep breathâow, OW, owâBex pasted a smile onto her face and headed out into the hallwayâŠ
Into a quiet apartment.
Hunh.
Willâs bedroom door was open with no Jay insideâright. He was going to therapy this morning. Bex hoped the empty room meant he was following through with that and actually made his appointment. Sheâd overheard enough whispered conversations between him and Mouse to know they were both still beating themselves over what happened. Like any of the blame fell on them.
She crept out into the living room, shuffling along while Kol pranced beside her. With a bark, he shot ahead, nosing at the balcony door and she finally spotted Mouse sitting out there cross-legged.
âOh, hey!â He turned around at the noise, scrambling to his feet as soon as he saw her. Sliding open the screen door, he stepped inside, scanning her face with worried eyes. That stupid frown line starting to form. âDid you getââ
âHey! Good morning to you too,â she said, dragging that smile back out. âWhat were you doing out there?â
âAh. I, uhââ Mouse rubbed at the back of his neck. Blushing. Bexâs smile suddenly felt a lot less forced.
âMouseâŠâ she teased, stepping closer. âSpill.â
âI was trying out a meditation thing that Lucy keeps recommending to me,â he blurted out. âLike a quiet-the-mind-relaxation-thingââ
Because he was stressed. About her. About all of this.
âDid it help?â She mentally crossed her fingers, already planning to send Lucy cookies if it had. Even a little bit.
âOh, I didnâtâI actually got distracted watching some birds chase a squirrel in the parking lot,â Mouse confessed with a little snort. âI think they were playing? I hope they were, otherwise those were some mean birds.â
Bex laughed, doing her best to stifle the groan that followed as she pressed a hand against her side. Mouseâs face fell instantly.
âShit, Iâm sorry.â He crowded into her space, hand hovering over hers, carefully not touching. âI shouldnât make jokes. Are you okayââ
âIâm fine, IâI donât want you to stop making jokes,â she said. âEver, okay?â She stared at him until he met her eyes again. âPromise?â
Mouse held her gaze before sighing and dropping his forehead to press against hers. âPromise.â
âGood.â Bex moved forward to wrap her arms around him and snuggle into his chest. âLetâs try this again. Good morning.â
âMorning, Bex.â Gentle, gentle arms wrapped around her, holding her close. âHow about I make you some breakfast?â Mouse asked hopefully.
Her stomach rolled at the thought and Bex hid her grimace into shirt. âSure,â she said. âThat sounds great.â
***
Connor
Will sighed as his care team left the room and Connor sat quietly beside him, holding his hand while they both absorbed the big news.
âGuess I can cancel the rescue squad,â Will said, cracking a grin despite the dark circles under his eyes.
Connor snorted. âLike Severide would bust you out of here and risk Bex coming down on him.â
âHeyâugh.â Willâs face fell. âI almost made a joke about how now was the best time since sheâs out of commission, butââ
âToo soon.â Connor shook his head and Will nodded solemnly.
âWay too soon,â he agreed. âThink sheâll be coming by today or should we call her with the good news? Oh, we gotta talk to Jay and Mouse about moving stuff around so I can have space to maneuver. Our apartment isnât exactly wheelchair friendly.â
Dr. Allan was letting him take very short walks, but he had to be careful due to the severity and placement of his wound. He couldnât stress his abdomen while it was still healing which meant lots of bed rest and using a wheelchair more often than not to get around. At least for the next few weeks.
And Will was right about his apartment. Seemed like it was time for the discussion Connor had been prepping for in his brain over the past few days.
âSo,â he cleared his throat. âI wanted to talk to you about something.â
âMm?â Will glanced at him before continuing to type out a list on his phone, head shooting back up when he registered the serious look on Connorâs face. âWhatâs up?â
âI think that it would be best if you came home with me instead of your apartment,â Connor said, squeezing Willâs hand gently when he instantly started to argue. âJustâwait, please. Hear me out.â
Huffing out a breath, Will sank back against his pillows, the fight draining out of him as quickly as it had flared up. âTell me.â
âMy place is bigger,â Connor began. âYouâll have more room so you wonât have to worry about bumping into anything.â
âAt least if I bump into anything at my place, Iâll know it didnât cost five grand a cushion,â Will snarked and Connor raised an eyebrow at him.
âWhat happened to hearing me out?â
Will mimed zipping his lips, making Connor laugh softly as he rolled his eyes.
âBetter.â He leaned in and took Willâs hand again. âThereâs a ramp to the building and the elevator is solid.â Will and Bexâs place had two steps to get in and Connor had a disconcerting lack of confidence in the elevator. âIâve got a walk-in shower,â he continued, trying to hit all of the highlights right off the bat. âItâll be easy to make it accessible and you canât deny that my mattress is way better than yours.â
Using his free hand to unzip his lips, Will said, ââŠI do love your mattress.â
Connor knew that would be a point in his favour.
âI know the biggest issue is that you want to be back with Bex,â he said and Will nodded. âBut this would just be temporary and like you said, sheâs trying to recover too. Jay and Mouse are there. Theyâve got her covered. And Iâm pretty sure they wonât be leaving anytime soon so five people trying to operate in your apartment is a recipe for disaster.â
âFive?â Willâs face scrunched up in confusion. Connor fought off the urge to sigh.
âYes, babe, five,â he said. âYou think Iâm not going to be with you for every step of your recovery, no matter where youâre staying? I already talked to Goodwin about taking a leave.â
âConâŠâ
âOut of everything, that is the one thing thatâs non-negotiable. I mean it.â Connor blinked back tears as his breath caught. âYou donâtâyou donât know what it was like, Will. You got shot. Right in front of meâI wasâyou almost bled out in my arms. I thought you were going to die, that I was going to lose you and I couldnâtââ He swiped a hand over his cheeks, shaking his head. âIt was the worst day of my life and I justâŠI donât want to let you out of my sight for a little while, okay? Is thatâwill you let me do that? Please?â
Will opened his arms as Connorâs voice broke on those last words, letting Connor sink into themâcarefullyâand they held each other until Will whispered, âOkay.â
Connor sat back up, searching his face for any hint of doubt or reluctance, but he was smiling softly at Connor through teary eyes. âAre you sure?â
âYouâre right about all of it,â Will said, chewing on his lip as he considered his next words. âYour space is a better set-up, but more importantly, I think it would be best for us to be together in that space. Mouse and Jay have Bex covered and we can still visit and like you said, itâs temporary. Iâm not letting Jay steal Bex as a roomie now. He had his chance.â
Relief flooded through Connor as a weekâs worth of tension justâŠdisappeared. âThatâsâthank you, babe.â He leaned in for a kiss. âThank you.â
âDonât thank me yet,â Will said, quirking an eyebrow at him. âIâm calling dibs ânot itâ on telling Bex about this.â
Connor sat back in his chair with a thump.
Well.
Shit.
***
Jay
Jay walked out of the doctorâs office and blinked at the sight of Voight and Olinsky standing next to his truck. His heart dropped.
What now?
âWhatâs going on?â he called out as he jogged over. âWhat happened? Isââ
âBex, Will, and Emery are all fine,â Voight said, cutting off his immediate worries. âThereâs nothing wrong with your family or the team, but we do need to talk.â
âNot here,â Olinsky added.
They both looked grim and Jay had about a thousand questions, but all he asked was, âWhere?â
Voight jerked a nod at his truck. âFollow us.â He stalked off toward his vehicle without another word, assuming Jay would follow as ordered. Heâd promised Bex and Mouse heâd be back right after his appointment, but something was clearly going down and Jay didnât want to be out of the loop. Whatever it was, it was serious enough for them to track him down at his therapistâs office.
He shuddered to think of how many privacy laws theyâd violated to do that.
Jay got in his truck and followed them out of the lot, bracing himself for whatever shit was coming their way now.
***
Hank
Al was silent beside him as they drove toward one of the abandoned industrial yards that Hank preferred for meetings like this.
Silent and yet incredibly loud in his judgment.
âSpit it out,â Hank growled.
âIs this really the right way to play it?â Al sighed.
âIâm not going to risk someone else breaking the news,â he shot back. âWe need to catch him off-guard. See his face.â
âYou donât actually think he had anything to do with it.â Al turned and Hank could see him staring at him out of the corner of his eye.
âI hope not,â Hank said slowly. âBut I also know weâre all capable of almost anything when someone threatens our family. And I think I have to see his face to know for sure.â
They rolled along the cracked pavement of the empty warehouse yard with Halstead pulling in close behind. He slammed the door of his truck as he got out, striding over to stand with vibrating impatience as he waited for them to join him.
âWhat the hell is this about?â
Hank waited until he was right in front of him. Eye to eye. âTy Anderson is dead.â
Halstead blinked, unmistakable shock crossing his face. Unfiltered.
Good.
âWhat theâwhen? How?â
âStabbed,â Al piped up. âTuesday night. They did an internal investigation that came up as âfucked around and found out.â Which tracks.â He shrugged. âDetective Medeiros only found out about it last night and came knocking on our door this morning.â
âShe said he was found in section of the prison where the cameras were on the fritz,â Hank said, still watching Halstead carefully. âNobody saw anything. Nobody heard anything. He bled out before he was found.â He waited a beat. âShe wanted to know if weâd heard anything.â
Halstead narrowed his gaze. âAsked me what you dragged me out here to ask me.â
âWe just want to know if anybodyâs gonna hear something,â Hank said, crossing his arms as he stared right back. âBetter to do clean up now than be caught with our pants down later.â
Closing his eyes, Halstead shook his head as he took a deep breath. âWhat?â he demanded, shooting a glare at both of them. âYou think I had something to do with this? Ordered a hit?â
Hank shrugged. âWouldnât blame you.â
âIf I was going to kill him,â Halstead snarled, jabbing a finger at him. âI would have done it that day. At Emeryâs. Heâs fucking lucky Hailey was there to stop me.â He shook his head and let out a harsh breath. âNo,â he said, a little bit more even this time. âI wouldnâtâI didnât have anything to do with itâŠbut I hope whoever did? Made it hurt.â
The crime scene photos flashed through Hankâs mind. âYou got your wish there, kid.â
Halstead went quiet for a moment. Calculating. ââŠwas it you?â
The thought had crossed his mind. Briefly, hours later in the aftermath, when heâd met the sunrise in his kitchen with a bottle of scotch at his side. He knew enough people, had enough money, and was owed enough favours to make it happen.
But Al had shown up, tugged the bottle out of his hand and halted his silent plans with a quiet word. She wouldnât want that. Donât put it on her.
âNo,â Hank said, meeting Halstead with a steady look of his own. âNone of us.â
Halstead nodded, relaxing minutely before flinging out a hand. âThen who?â
âGuy like Ty,â Al said. âThe possibilities are endless.â
***
Statesville Correctional Center
Peters
Nathaniel Peters had worked at Statesville for the better part of twenty years and has crossed paths with all kinds of inmates. Mean ones, innocent ones, friendly, scared, pissed offâŠ
All kinds.
But only one had ever truly unnerved him.
Robert Forrest. Or Ramsay as he was better known as. His crimes of record were hacking and embezzlement, but the cops and the feds and the rest of the suits had no idea who they were really dealing with. The other criminals did though and Peters had heard all of those rumours. Witnessed enough violent outbursts to believe them.
Most of the more violent residents at Statesville had a kind of anger that Peters could understand. A rage that burned hot and fast, leaving a path of destruction before flaming out. It passed.
Ramsay. He was nothing but rage. A constant fire that burned cold. Controlled. He wielded his anger like a knife and there was no running once he had you in his sights. The hunt was all part of the game for him. It didnât matter if he did the killing or if he paid one of his many pawns. As long as there was blood in the end, he was happy.
Peters was very invested in keeping Ramsay happy.
The guard before him had already up and âquitâ abruptly. Ramsay paid the warden well enough that he had the run of the place. The way Peters saw it, he might as well play nice and earn his extra money while he could. Stay on Ramsayâs good sideâŠsuch as it was.
As soon as he had enough for that little fishing hut down in Florida, he was out of here.
In the meantime, heâd be the best damn pawn in Ramsayâs arsenal.
Knocking on the door of Ramsayâs cell, he waited for permission before sliding open the window. âSome detectiveâs asking questions,â Peters said. âBut the warden has it handled.â
âAnd Mitchell?â
âSays thank you for the bonus,â Peters said, holding back a snort. The other guard jumped on the job as soon as it was offered. Didnât hurt that heâd been itching to deal with Anderson since day one. âHeâs waiting until the questions die down before taking his early retirement. Everythingâs holding up so far. Nothing to tie back to him.â Ramsay hummed, pleased. âI do appreciate tidy work.â There was a pause before his face suddenly appeared in the window, taking everything Peters had not to flinch.
âDo you think sheâll be pleased?â Ramsay asked, eyes wide and unsettlingly earnest.
âWhoââ
âMy songbird, you idiot,â Ramsay hissed. âMy Bex. Do you think sheâll like her gift?â
âY-yeah,â Peters managed to get out. âI think sheâll be real grateful.â
Ramsay backed away from the door with another little hum. âGood. Maybe I should send her some more flowers. To help her recuperate.â
âIâll get right on that,â Peters said as he slid the window closed. He shuddered as he walked back down the hall. He might be a coward and a pawnâŠ
But at least he wasnât Ramsayâs girl.
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  Jay
Grateful felt like the wrong word when someone had been murderedâeven someone like Tyâbut Jay wouldnât lie and say he wasnât relieved.
Ty was gone.
He could never touch his family ever again.
For the first time in a week, Jay felt like he could actually breathe.
âWhat now?â he asked Voight.
âDetective Medeiros gave us permission to let the most important people know so thatâs where weâre headed next,â Voight said, jerking his chin at Jay. âWe were going to hit 51, Med, and then your place. Coming with?â
âYeah,â Jay nodded. âDefinitely.â He needed to be there for this. To let Emery, Will, and Bex know they were safe.
No matter how it happened, that part he truly was grateful for.
Click here to read Fine is a Four-Letter Word on ao3 [A/N - please do click over to read on ao3 because there are some important notes at the end of the chapter to read]:
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#a herrmann/halstead production#one chicago#chicago fire#chicago pd#chicago med#rebecca 'bex' herrmann#jay halstead#oc character#will halstead#christopher herrmann#greg âmouseâ gerwitz x original female character#greg âmouseâ gerwitz#greg gerwitz#hurt/comfort#trauma#emotional hurt/comfort#injury recovery#trauma recovery#family feels#team as family#halstead brothers#halstead sister#herrmann family#fluff#humor
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yâall know how we always say stella always looks so at peace when sheâs hugging kelly? i just want to say she does the same with boden. like kelly and boden are the most important men in stellaâs life and her biggest fans.
#thatâs her dad yâall#she misses her dad so much#chicago fire#kelly severide#stellaride#stella kidd#wallace boden#one chicago#found family
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Soo this what happens when Chicago PD crossover with Game Of Thrones.
Jay Stark Halstead
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headcanon for sydcarmy that I've had for months now that i was reminded of rewatching Fools Rush In yesterday (rip Matthew Perry) and reading @ambeauty 's new fanfic.
i love the unplanned pregnancy trope with them and also the idea that they would do every milestone backwards or hit them super fast in terms of their relationship. hear me out
what i love about sydney and carmy is how intense they are about each other while not knowing each other for that long. carmy spends braciole acting like a heartbroken widower and ends the episode by planning on revamping his family restaurant with a girl he's only known for a couple months. the restaurant dream he thought died with his brother, the person he loved the most (woah). while sydney is her most emotionally vulnerable with a guy she barely knows (and physically too, i.e the hug after the fire suppression test and the table scene) and constantly gives him second chances when he doesn't deserve them.
they are weird and intense about each other even with all these platonic and professional boundaries they put in place.
in my mind that is rotting from tumblr and ao3, when those boundaries disappear they will do the relationship shit on speed drive. oops they get pregnant after a few months of dating or a situationship. whats having a baby when you have a restaurant? they are already the mom and dad of the bear!
they would elope randomly on a tuesday afternoon after dating for a couple months bc they practically eat sleep live and breathe each other every single day anyways? carmy tells syd he doesn't want to wait when he already knows she's it for him. syd says he's crazy but she may just be crazier for agreeing (also grew up with hearing her parents love story who got married super young and fast so why cant she?)
oh they just started dating a few days ago? syd moves in or they start looking for new places. shes already here all the time when they menu plan. carmy already buys her fave snacks, subscribes to a couple streaming services for the first time bc syd loves to binge-watch shows, and has a couple of her scarves laying around.
and i love that this could go really bad, how intense and how much they love each other (bc im an angst enjoyer) or most likely really great bc these two losers want to practically live in each other's skin and make each other better.
side note: after watching fools rush in again...need a sydcarmy au bc the premise of two people from different cultures, values and perspectives foolishly rushing into a big thing like opening a restaurant having a baby is so them!
#the bear#sydcarmy#sydney x carmy#no no like hear me out#the berzattos are rich and affluent family who own a chain of fine dining restaurants all around the world and carmy has to go back#to chicago to open up another where he meets sydney#they have a one night stand syd runs off after and come back after 3 months bc shes pregnant!#i think a lot of the story would have to be changed in this fic since their personalities are different from alex and isobel but it can wor#....i have ideas#alex and isobel also elope in the movie they get married at one of those elvis chapels dksfhksfj#everyone should watch this movie its underated and matthew is hilarious
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am i really about to hyperanalyze a joke dad fact from dndads live? yes, yes i am.
spoilers below, i suppose:
darrylâs chicago live show dad-fact: he grills and makes a MEAN chicago-style all-beef hot dog, but little does carol know, he sneaks ketchup on the inside of the bun.
now, for those of you who donât know the history, chicago hot dogs famously do NOT have ketchup on them. lots of other things, yes, but NOT ketchup. a diehard chicagoan will get offended if you put ketchup on a chicago dog. chi-town lore says this is because in years past (the great depression specifically and especially), ketchup was used on meat to disguise bad flavor. to be specific, people would cover rotten meat with ketchup to mask the taste and make it palatable. but those vienna beef chicago dogs? no, no, those are QUALITY meat. to put ketchup on it would be a slap in the face. youâre telling the vendor you donât trust his cooking.
so where does the darryl hyper-analysis come in? simple: wilson family self-consciousness.
darryl puts ketchup on his OWN dog? one he grilled himself?? that tells me that he doesnât trust himself or his grilling. despite his love of cookinâ meats, he canât fully trust himself. he still needs that extra bit of ketchup to make the hot dog palatable. darryl LOVES grilling. that, brewing, and football are like his second Holy Trinity. itâs the one thing he KNOWS he canât mess up. itâs his specialty.
but he still puts ketchup on his dog. itâs hidden away inside the bun. he doesnât WANT help. itâs fine, right? weâll talk about it later, and all? but itâs there. he knows itâs there.
he knows that no matter how much bravado he displays as a father cook, he canât trust himself or his abilities.
the extra layer of intrigue is the fact that carol doesnât put ketchup on hers. on the surface, yes, sheâs doing it according to tradition. but she also trusts darrylâs cooking more than he himself does.
food for thought (pun intended).
#i thought too hard about the fact and i need to die#the other facts were just funny but this one made me physically hurt#oughhh the wilson family#anyway glenn canonically dropped shit over the bridge onto the chicago river boat and NOT the dave matthews band#dndads#the areas tour#dndads live chicago
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Family Dinner
Summary: Halsteadâs sister thought that this time, family dinner would be peaceful but boy was she wrong.
Pairing: Jay Halstead x Hailey Upton, Will Halstead x Halstead!Reader, Jay Halstead x Halstead!Reader
Characters: Halstead!Sister Reader (OFC), Dad Halstead, Will Halstead, Jay Halstead, Hailey Upton, Jayâs daughter (OFC)
Tags: light angst, fluff, brother love, family dynamics
Warnings: none
Word count: 1101
Disclaimer: i donât own any of the characters and this is purely fiction but based on true event âđŒ
a/n: first chicago med fic although iâve been watching the series since forever,, jay and hailey have a daughter in here (they deserve so much),, sorry for any mistakes and hope you enjoy this short fic ~~
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Thereâs no Halstead family dinner thatâs uneventful and that includes tonight. Everyoneâs here at dadâs home for our weekly dinner. Will was the one who insisted on having dinners like this to spend time together after dadâs narrow escape from death in the apartment fire (and to watch dadâs diet once in a while, not that Will would admit that).
Dadâs seated at one end of the table and Will at the other end while Jay and Hailey sat at one side of the table and Alina and I sat at the other side of the table. Alina is my niece, Jayâs and Haileyâs daughter, whoâs turning 8 years old in a few months.
Our plates were all loaded up with food that Will and I cooked since weâre in-charge of dinner tonight.
âThe mashed potatoes are so good! Iâm guessing Evie cooked it?â Jay said, in between mouthfuls of mashed potatoes. I laughed, âThatâs right, big brother, and itâs momâs recipe so canât go wrong.â
Thereâs a pause of silence after I mentioned mom but thatâs normal, we all miss her. Trying to cheer the moment, Hailey complimented the pasta that everybody knew Will made because it was his go-to dish to cook (and his most famous in the family). Dinner resumed and everyone made small talks with each other.
âI want to eat bread with nutella,â whined Alina and I glanced over to see that her dinner was already half-eaten. âGo and take the bread and nutella from the kitchen,â I instructed and Alina smiled cheerfully, skipping to the kitchen and back to the dining table with said items.
I helped Alina to spread the nutella on the bread and continued eating my dinner. Not even 5 minutes later, Alina called out to me, âI want more,â so I said, âYou can do it yourself, Alinaâ. I pushed the bread and nutella to her. I was about to continue eating when dad voiced out, âWhy canât you just do it for her? She wants to eat it.â
Before I could even answer, he continued, âSometimes, I think that you donât like Alina. The way you treat her at times is just uncalled for.â I looked at dad, was he being serious? Was he really going to talk about this during dinner? Granted Iâm not the kind of aunt whoâs lovey dovey with their niece but that doesnât mean I donât love her. Iâm rough with her because sheâs like my younger sister who can tolerate and even return that treatment to me. It was like your typical sister siblings behaviour. Regardless, it was a mutual agreement that we donât upset each other while eating and dad being dad, went straight to break it.
âDad, Evieâs in the middle of eating, she hasnât eaten since lunch and was busy the whole evening, besides, Alinaâs old enough to spread the nutella on her own.â I heard Will saying. I felt myself shut down, which usually happens when Iâm upset.
âYeah dad, Alina can do it herself, donât be mad,â Hailey started before turning to me and apologised, âSorry Evieâ. I shook my head and smiled (more like grimaced) at her, whispering a short âitâs okayâ. Then, before Alina could reach the bread, I took it and made one for her. My eyes got teary and I knew if I talked Iâd cry so I whispered to her, asking if she wanted more. Alina nodded so I made another piece for her.
I went silent the entire dinner. Having lost appetite after what happened, I ate slowly and ended up picking half of whatâs left on my plate. I felt Will nudging my leg from under the table and I looked up to see the concern in his eyes. I smiled and continued picking at my food.
One by one, everybody finished their dinner and I carried my own plate together with whatâs left on the dining table to the kitchen. Tonight, it was also mine and Willâs turn to clear the dishes and clean the kitchen. So while the two of us were in the kitchen, the rest were in the living room watching tv.
âIâm sorry about dad. He shouldnât have said that, especially when weâre eating.â Will said, starting what he hoped to be a conversation that I honestly was not in the mood for. I shrugged and replied, âWhatever, not the first time and iâm sure itâs not gonna be the last. Letâs just clear all these so we can go home.â My tone giving Will no room to retort or continue the conversation. So we cleaned in silence and soon dadâs kitchen was back to its original state, clean and tidy.
âHey dad, Iâm gonna go home first. See ya around,â I didnât bother to wait for any replies before heading out the front door.
âEvie!â I heard Jay called out and stopped. I felt Jay approaching before he entered my line of sight. âI want to apologise for dinner, about Alina and Dad. I know you love my daughter, no doubt about that. Itâs not fair for dad to say that to you, after what youâve done for Alina ever since she was a baby. Iâm not excusing him but itâs not like you donât know him, right. Please donât let this be our last family dinner.â Jay said.
I scoffed because yeah, I know what dad is like, but I thought he couldâve at least spared my dignity over dinner. âDonât worry big brother, Iâm not gonna disappear just because of tonight. Iâve faced worst than this, and Iâm sorry too about Alina, I couldâve just prepared more than one piece of bread and no drama would occur. It's my fault too.â
Jay laughed and shook his head, âDonât blame yourself, weâre Halstead, whatâs life without drama,â he paused, then continued, âOkay, not gonna keep you here any longer than youâd want, so see ya around kiddo, and wait for Will, you live with him,â Jay ruffled my hair and went back in. Seconds after, Will was rushing out of the house.
âYouâre so impatient, lil sis, left me high and dry in there to explain to dad why weâre rushing back home,â I heard Will and rolled my eyes. As Will turned the car engine on, he looked at me and said, âDad said heâs sorry for what he said just now,â
I nodded. I looked at the house dad stayed and thought about the people inside and knew that I wouldnât change this family for anything, even with the baggage it comes with.
âOkay.â
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thankss for reading!! â€ïž
#chicago med#chicago med imagine#one chicago#will halstead#jay halstead#hailey upton#upstead#will halstead x reader#jay halstead x reader#light angst#fluff#family#hailey upton x reader#halstead!reader#halstead!sister#halstead siblings#chicago med x reader#chicago pd x reader
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We all love the "Mouse's found-family mother is Platt" idea because it feels so comfy, perfect and right.
But have we considered the other outcome that would naturally occur in this scenario; that would be hilarious, juxtaposing and brilliant...
"Mouse's found-family father is Mouch"
#hear me out#just think of the family dinners#ârandall this is the mouse i was talking aboutâ#âyou mean you weren't talking about an actual tiny mouse living at the 21st?â#greg mouse gerwitz#mouse gerwitz#chicago pd mouse#gregorygerwitz#trudy platt#sergeant platt#randall mcholland#mouch mcholland#plouch#chicago pd#chicago fire#one chicago
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Am I a toxic little bitch or did I deserve the treat?
I found out my biological dad was only half an hour away from where I live for the whole weekend and did not let me know or try to arrange seeing me⊠bear in mind, the only effort this man has made with me since February was transfer money at my birthday.
(I know thatâs more than some get, believe me, itâs more than Iâve had previous years too but heâs still the parent)
So, I decided to purchase something pricey on my credit card as a little treat and then when questioned where it came from by my partner I saidâŠ
âItâs okay, my dad pays for that one,â
#I know Iâm a toxic little bitch#but that man decided to start another family and just throw money at his old one#as they say in Chicago#he had it coming
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List of shows I'm watching now + favourite character(s)
Chicago PD (Burgess)
9-1-1 (Bobby, Athena & Chim)
9-1-1: Lone Star (Marjan)
Rescue: HI-Surf (Em)
Brilliant Minds (Wolf)
Matlock (Billy)
Found (Dhan)
NCIS: Origins (Mike)
Gangnam B-Side
Midnight Family
Doubt
Ellis/DCI Ellis
A Remarkable Place To Die
Mistletoe Murders
Cross
The list will be updated when I watch a new show and when a show ends!
Check here for a full of list of shows I've seen.
Follow me on twitter: detburgess
#Chicago PD#one chicago#burgess#kim burgess#tv shows#television#tv#series#tv series#shows#911#911 abc#bobby nash#athena nash#bathena#burzek#chimney han#chimney#911 lone star#marjan marwani#matlock#nbc found#dhan rana#rescue hi surf#brilliant minds#ncis origins#gangnam b side#midnight family#mistletoe murders#a remarkable place to die
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It's kind of funny watching 51 being surprised by Voight release and how they treated him forward after watching Fire S01 and the many things they get away with and them acting as he did the unimaginable.
Cruz intentionally killed the guy that threatened him and Casey knew about it but give him an out with the report thing & Gabby repeatedly broke protocols and rules to save patients as she always knows best & Shay and Severide pain killers
#what Voight did was wrong no argument#like them he did it for his family#one chicago#chicago pd#chicago fire#gabby dawson#hank Voight#matt casey#kelly severide#antonio dawson#joe cruz
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Fine is a Four-Letter Word (Chapter Three)
Summary: This is Part Twenty-Two of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.
Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples
Warnings: Injury Recovery, Trauma Recovery, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective Siblings, Family Feels, Team as Family, Road Trip, Kissing, Romance, Mild Sexual Content, Swearing, Eventual Happy Ending
Chapter One Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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âHey, man, itâs Ed. Sorry for the early call, just wanted to check in. I know you had your hands full getting Bex settled back in at home last night and you couldnât make it out to the meeting, but we havenât had a chance to talk really since everything, wellâŠsince everything. I know itâs been rough and youâre focused on Bexâand rightfully so, I get it. I justâlisten, donât forget yourself in all of this. Itâs a lot to be dealing with and me and Chuck and everybody, weâre here for you, okay, Mouse? If you need to talk or have a break or whateverâŠweâre hereâŠOkay. Thatâs all I got. Talk to you soon, bud. Count on it.â
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Mouse
âLetâs negotiate, shall we?â
Mouse couldâve almost bought Bexâs cocky offer if she wasnât currently relying on the wall to keep herself upright. And the fact that she was turning an alarming shade of gray just from trying to walk to the elevator.
This was not going to end well.
Jay, like heâd heard Mouseâs thought and accepted it as a personal challenge, went on the offense as he shouldered past to get to Bex. âNegotiate? No, uh-uh,â he said, thrusting a hand out towards her. âGimme your keys and weâre getting you back inside to rest.â
âJayââ
âQuit arguing. You look like youâre about to pass out.â
âWill you please just listen to me for one second,â Bex yelled, pressing a hand to her forehead as she closed her eyes. She took a shaky breath before opening them again. âI canât stay here knowing that Willâs having a hard time and that Emery isâthat theyâre waking her up soon.â
Jay sighed. âYou going there wonât helpââ
âStop! I know! Okay? I know I canât actually do anything for Will and that Connor has him covered, but Emeryââ Bexâs eyes filled with tears and Mouse found himself moving before he had a chance to second guess himself. Â
He ducked around Jay and stepped into Bexâs space, slowly, giving her a chance to wave him off. Instead, she let out a soft noise and swayed toward him, dropping her forehead to his chest.
Mouse carefully brought his arms up around her and she mumbled something. âSay that again?â he asked quietly.
âI need to be there.â Bex turned her head so they could hear her and whatever her face was doing had Jayâs falling. âWhat if it was one of you? Wouldnât you want to be there? So that when they woke up, theyâd know that theyâre safe?â
Jay met his eyes over Bexâs head and Mouse knew they were both thinking of the same moment.
Of Jay on a cot in a tent in the middle of nowhere and Mouse pushing through medics so he could be by his side. He would have fought through anyone to be there.
Knew in his bones Jay would have done the same.
Jay cursed softly under his breath, shoulders dropping as he dragged a hand over his face. They waited as he fought whatever internal battle he had to get through before he shook his head and shrugged. âNone of us can go anywhere without shoes and actual clothes.â He made a âgimmeâ gesture at Bexâs bag. âKeys.â
She handed it over wordlessly and he dug through until he found them, moving to open the front door. âWeâre gonna get in so much shit for this,â he grumbled. âNo, Kol, back up. Youâre in trouble too, mister. Chris is gonna ground every single frigginâ one of us.â
Mouse and Bex followed him into the apartment as he kept muttering to himself, heading back toward the bathroom. âNo oneâs allowed to try and escape again while Iâm in here,â he called out before closing the door.
âBossy,â Mouse mouthed at Bex, hoping it would make her smile. She granted him a small one before it faded away into a frown.
âIâm being stupid, arenât I?â Bex looked up at him with wide, wet eyes. âIâm sorââ
âHey, no, donât do that,â Mouse said as he pulled her into another gentle hug. âYouâre not being stupidâyou were right. Iâd be doing the exact same thing if I was in your shoes. Or socks I should say.â She shook with a muffled laugh and he counted that as a win. âYeah, maybe trying to sneak out was not one of your better plans, but I get it, Bex. I do.â
He let her go and tugged on one of the strings of his hoodie hanging over her shoulders. âThis your special escapee outfit?â
âItâs cozy,â she sniffed at him, mouth twitching up at the corners. âAnd it matches my socks.â
âIn that case, you should probably keep it.â
That got him a real, true Bex smile. âI donât remember offering to give it back.â
âWhat is this?â Jay came hustling out of the bathroom, fully dressed finally. âStill no shoes? You just standing out here making heart eyes at each other?â He huffed as he hopped around pulling on his own shoes. âKol, I thought you were supposed to be in charge?â
Kol popped up from where heâd been lounging on the couch and let out a little howl. Jay held up his hands in apology. âYouâre right, Iâm sorry,â he said. âItâs more than a one-dog job.â
âYouâre so ridiculous,â Bex said, laughing a bit as she stepped away from Mouse. âIâm getting themâohââ Her eyelids fluttered as she tilted dangerously to the side.
âWhoa!â Jay leapt into action beside him. They both steadied her from either side and carefully maneuvered her over to sit on the couch, Kol whining as he wiggled back to make room. âI was just joking,â Jay said softly as he crouched down in front of her. âThereâs no rush. Weâve got plenty of time.â
âNo, Iâm good, Iâm fine.â Bex listed again as she tried to get up. âWe can go right now.â
âLetâs take a minute anyway,â Mouse said. At this rate, theyâd be taking her to the hospital to be readmitted. âI think maybe we need to get some more food and fluids into you?â
Bex grimaced, sinking back into the couch. âI would really like to not yak today.â
Mouse sent Jay a look that he hoped said âIâm here to help and be supportive and do what I can, but also, Iâm the boyfriend and I refuse to be bad cop so thatâs all you, dude.â
And then Jay sent him a look that clearly said âFuck you, dude, but fine, whatever.â
Excellent communication. Go team.
Jay got to his feet with a groan, crossing his arms as he stared Bex down. âYouâre going to have something else to eat, then another rest, and then weâll go.â He held up a finger before she could open her mouth. âI already checked in with Connor and Kira while I was getting dressed. Willâs getting patched up again, but heâs going to be absolutely fine. They said this kind of thing happens and they caught it early so no one is worried. And Kira said the doctors donât expect Emery to start waking up properly for at least another few hours. At least.â
He lowered his hand, the stern lines in his face softening. âIâm saying weâve got time for you to take care of yourself, Bex,â he said. âTake a few hours so you can handle a proper visit, okay?â
ââŠfine,â Bex sighed.
âAwesome, Iâll get some of that soup reheated,â Jay said before turning to Kol. âKeep her on the couch, bud.â
Kol barked once before snuggling into Bexâs side.
âHa ha, youâre all hilarious.â Bex immediately started giving Kol pets, even as she rolled her eyes.
âOkay, Jayâs got soup,â Mouse said, pressing a kiss to Bexâs head before straightening up. âIâll get drinks and maybe some more toast.â He was good at toast.
Jay punched his arm on the way to the kitchen.
âAh, hey, what was that for?â
âYou know exactly what that was for.â
Fair.
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Bex
Bex had almost forgotten how much of a Mama Chicken Jay could be. Like, rivaling Chris levels. Once she got over being annoyed, sheâd probably be impressed.
After the food and fluids and the intense efforts at not puking and then the pretending to be resting, it was late afternoon by the time they finally made it to Med. According to Connor, Will was still sleeping so they went to Emeryâs floor first.
Kira came out as soon as she saw them in the hall, a wide smile on her face. âBex,â she whispered as she wrapped her up in a hug. âYouâre here!â The smile dropped as she pulled away, looking between her and Mouse and Jay. âWhy are you here? Youâre supposed to be resting. And healing. And not rambling around the hospital.â
She shot a pointed look at Mouse and Jay who both held their hands up.
âListen,â Jay began and Bex stepped in.
âI made them bring me,â she said, reaching out to grab Kiraâs hand. âI had toâI needed to be here.â Bex took a deep breath. âHowâs she doing?â
âReally well,â Kira said, squeezing her hand back. âHer stats keep improving and sheâs already opened her eyes a couple of times. Had a bit of water. She falls back asleep like, immediately, so you havenât missed much, butâŠitâs good, Bex. Sheâs good.â
And ohâthatâ
That had Bex choking back a sob as she peered over Kiraâs shoulder into the room. âThatâs reallyââ
âGood?â Kira offered with an equally watery grin.
âYeah,â Bex nodded. âCan Iâis it okay if I sit with her?â
âWhy are you even asking? Come on.â Kira ushered her inside and got her set up in the chair beside Emeryâs bed before leaving the room. She moved to sit in the lounge with Mouse and Jayâclose enough to be there if they were needed, but still giving her some privacy.
Bex shuffled forward a bit in her chair and reached out to take Emeryâs hand. âHey,â she whispered. âItâs me again. I knowâI canât get enough of this place, right?â
The monitors beeped quietly around them. Bex focused on the rise and fall of Emeryâs chest and the soft hiss of air as she breathed under the mask.
There was a hint of colour coming back into her cheeks.
That was good.
All of this is good, Bex reminded herself. It means sheâs still alive. Sheâs healing.
âIâve been back at the apartment,â she said, watching Emeryâs face for any kind of movement. âChris wanted me to go home to their place, but, uhâIâmâIâm at our place and Jay and Mouse are staying with me. They made this reallyâŠsort of unidentifiable, but also kind of delicious soup.â Bex laughed quietly. âI should freeze some so you can try it.â
Emeryâs fingers twitched in hers.
âEm?â Bexâs breath caught in her throat. âHey, Iâm here. Itâs Bex. Iâm right here. Open your eyes, Emery. Itâs okay.â
A soft groan made its way through the mask as Emery slowly blinked her eyes to halfway open. âBeââ
âYes, hi, itâs me. Itâs Bex.â She struggled her way out of the chair, ignoring the ripples of pain in her side so she could lean over Emery and be in her line of sight. âIâm right here, Emery.â
Emery reached up, patting at Bexâs cast. âYouâreâŠhurt,â she whispered.
âOnly a little,â Bex said. The tears filling her eyes started to spill over as pure relief flowed through her. Emery was awake. She was talking. She was here.
âBex.â Emery gripped her hand, cheeks wet with her own tears. âBex. Sorrââ
âDonât you dare,â Bex said fiercely, leaning in close. âDonât you dare apologize to me, Emery Hughes or I willâI donât know, but itâll be drastic. This is not your fault. Itâs his and weâre not giving him any space in here right now, okay? Because we are here. We made it. Weâre alive and weâre going to be okay. Thatâs what matters. Do you hear me?â
Emery stared up at her, a whole battle clearly raging in her own head, but it wasnât time for that. Not yet.
âWeâre here,â Bex repeated, willing the words into Emeryâs heart. âWeâre alive. And weâre gonna be okay.â
âOkay,â Emery finally whispered.
âExactly.â Bex smiled, moving back carefully to sit down again, but still close.
âWait.â Emery frowned and Bex froze.
âWhatâs wrong? Should I get a nurse?â
âMouse,â Emery said, somehow managing to raise an eyebrow through her still mostly out of it state. ââŠmoved in?â
âThatâs the part you heard?â Bex groaned out a laugh.
âDetails.â Emery whispered.
âYeah, yeah,â Bex said, squeezing Emeryâs hand gently. âIâll tell you the whole not-actually exciting story when you wake up.â
Because Bex would still be there.
She didnât think she could leave until it really sunk in.
Emery was here. She was alive.
And she was going to be okay.
âPromise?â Emery mumbled, already mostly back asleep.
âYeah, Em,â Bex said. âI promise.â
***
Jay
Jay sat beside Mouse in the lounge, keeping a clear view of Bex sitting with Emery in the ICU. He still wasnât sure if bringing her here was the best idea. Bex looked like a light breeze could knock her over and Emery probably wasnât even going to remember this visit.
But Bex would.
And if it helped her settle and let her focus more on her own recovery, then wasnât that a good thing?
That was the argument he was going to offer Chris anyway when he inevitably found out about this and tore a strip off of him. In the very kind and yet gut-wrenching way that only Chris seemed to manage.
Mouse elbowed him suddenly and Jay looked up to see Dr. Abrams striding toward them.
Oh.
Crap.
âGentlemen,â Dr. Abrams said, arms folded as he stared down at them in a way that almost had Jay shrinking back into his seat. âIâm only going to ask this question once. Why do I see Ms. Herrmann sitting in the ICU when she is supposed to be at home? Resting. Which was doctorâs orders, I believe.â
Jay shot a look at Mouse who was giving him that same ânot itâ look from the living room which was even less helpful now than it was then.
âOkay, um,â Jay began. âI can explainâŠâ
âOh, good,â Chris said, popping up out of freaking nowhere with that very distinct look on his face that Jay had been picturing since Bex tried to make a break for it and it was exactly as awful as he thought it would be. âBecause, I gotta say, Jay, I would also love to hear how this happened.â
âFirst of all,â Jay said, stalling, trying to figure out where to start, maybe panicking a little bit. âItâs also Mouseâs fault.â
âDude.â
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Hank Voight was made to be a father. Not a cop a father. Look at his history with Erin. Look at how much he was willing to sacrifice for her.
And donât even get me started on Justin.
So I want to know whose idea it was to have Hank see this kid who needs a family, love, nurturing, and careâŠOnly to rip him away from Hank and essentially pouring salt on the wound that heâs lost all of his kids. All of his family.
#chicago pd spoilers#one chicago#chicago pd#hank voight#JJâs thoughts & musings#//might I be in my feels bc Voight Family Values?#//perhaps
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tagged by @statichvm (thank you! <3) to go here and plug in some of my emotional support albums
tagging @jamessunderlandgf @red-nightskies @scalpelsister @spookyscaryscully @evilvvithin
@scarstarved @cellard0ors @starsandskies @minilev @goorjian
and anyone else who wants to play and share!
#all except one of these takes you on a trip back to my childhood or teenage years lmfao#we had a CD player at our family dinner table and i have Chicago's greatest hits 1982-1989 completely memorized from repeat listens#same with the AG soundtrack. i could have made this completely just the music my parents made me listen to but i only chose those 2 lol
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