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I posted 181 times in 2022

That's 29 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 181 of my posts in 2022

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#one chicago - 47 posts

#one shot - 40 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Roommates

Fandom: Chicago Fire

Series: One Shot

Pairing/s: Kelly Severide x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 575

Request: request: roommates to lovers trope with kelly severide

It started off innocent enough, you'd needed somewhere to live, Kelly had needed a roommate to make rent, it made sense.

But, slowly, it developed into more. So slowly you hadn't realised until you were in too deep, with glances at one another in a towel, or in gym clothes, or late nights spent having dinner, curling up closer than necessary for wine and a move, with conversation so natural you may as well have been together for years.

It was there, in the air whenever you were alone, but neither of you had put it into words yet, so much so that you were starting to feel that it was one sided, or all in your head, or both.

So when Sylvie told you she had someone in mind to set you up with, you figured, why not, you couldn't wait around to see what might happen with Kelly forever, right?

Kelly was coming out of his room as you were slipping on your heels, pausing in his tracks when he saw you, jaw clenching. "Little dressed up for Molly's aren't you?" He asked, tone deeper than he intended.

You smile at him, "I have a date actually, I won't be able to make it tonight," you explain as casually as possible.

"You, er, didn't mention you had a date," he tried to play it off, but he was definitely jealous.

"I didn't?" You said as you rose, "sorry, I thought I had." Now that definitely gets a rise out of him, but he heads to the cupboards in the kitchen so you don't see it show on his face, not that he was looking for anything in particular in there.

"Who is this guy anyway?" He asked, levelling his tone.

"Friend of Sylvie's," you replied, slipping in your earrings as Kelly turned back to face you and take in the full extent of your outfit, his eyes wandering unsubtly.

"That's what you're wearing for a first date?" He asked, equal parts annoyed and protective.

"What's wrong with it?" You asked, defensiveness creeping into his voice. What right did he have to ask that? You'd waited long enough for him to make a move and he hadn't, could he really blame you for moving on with your life?

"It's... a little much," he answered, though you new full well he had no problem with the outfit, or how it looked on you, and that was in fact the problem.

You rolled your eyes as he stopped there, not saying anything more, not saying what you want him to.

"I should head to Molly's," he said finally, heading for the door.

"Yeah you should," you snapped back a little harsher than intended and he leaves, slamming the door shut behind him.

With a frustrated sigh you gave up on the second earring, letting it scatter across the counter as you rested your hands on the edges and close your eyes.

You only opened them when you heard the door open again, with Kelly standing at the entrance, a look in his face you can't place.

"I don't want you to go on the date," he told you with conviction as you sagged with relief, tension you didn't even realise you were holding releasing.

"I don't want to go on the date," you admitted.

Without another word you both closed the gap, meeting in the middle and kissing like you were finally coming up for air.

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Jealousy

Fandom: Chicago Fire / Chicago PD

Series: One Shot

Pairing/s: Jay Halstead x Reader, Kelly Severide x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 629

Request: request : dating jay halstead but severide is your ex and jay gets jealous

Some people think it's weird to be friends with your ex, but you disagreed. Some exes, such, but people like Kelly Severide? Nah, you didn't see it.

You and Kelly had dated years ago and separated amicably, and you'd been good friends ever since. He talked to you about Stella, you talked to him about Jay, to you it was normal. It sometimes bothered Jay though, when you and Kelly would have in jokes or conversations about your history and past, not that he'd tell you that.

It's not like you could forget everything about each other when you split, and Jat knew it was irrational, he trusted you, so he tried not to let it show, but it did bug him.

Like in Molly's after a very long shift, you were both sat with Kelly and Cruz as Cruz discussed the tattoo he was thinking of getting in memory of Otis, his friend, and his son.

"I think it's a great idea," you told him with a sincere smile, putting your hand on the arm he had resting on the table as Jay nodded his agreement.

"You have something similar, for your old college friend that passed," Kelly mentioned casually, gesturing with his beer to where you were sat. You nodded and the conversation carried on, with Cruz asking how you settled on the image, but Jay wasn't really paying attention.

It was so little, it shouldn't have bothered him, but he'd had a long day, so he excused himself from the booth at Molly's about getting an early one before next shift and headed out.

Kelly and Cruz didn't give it a second thought after they bid goodnight, but you couldn't help watch Jay as he left, a troubled look on your face before you excused yourself too and went after him.

"Jay!" You called after him when you exited the bar, noticing him from behind instantly. He stopped in his tracks, not turning but letting you catch up with him.

"Hey, what's up?" You asked, a hand on his forearm as you walked around him so that you were face to face.

"Nothing," he tried unconvincingly, knowing you weren't buying it either.

You tilted your head at him, a look on your face that told him as much without uttering a word. You faced off for a few seconds before he relented and sighed, eyes moving from yours.

"I just..." he tried to find the right words to explain without coming off douchey, "sometimes it just gets to me a little, seeing you and Kelly together," he admitted.

You laughed at the absurdity but he winced, looking a little hurt. Shaking your head you stopped.

"Baby, there's nothing between me and Kelly anymore," you told him, "we realised we were better off as friends, and we have been ever since, there's nothing for you to be jealous of."

"I know, I know, I do," Jay insisted, "it's just, I didn't know that, what he said about your tattoo, and I guess it just stung a little that he did."

You nodded but didn't say anything, so he continued. "I'm not trying to be one of those guys who tells you who you should be friends with and gets super jealous..." He explained, feeling like an idiot for even bringing it up, it's why he never had before.

"You can't control your feelings Jay, and I'd rather you tell me than let it fester," you said, putting a hand to his cheek, "but there really is nothing to worry about."

"I know," he told you genuinely, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours.

"I love you," you told him forcefully, making sure he knew it.

"I know," he chuckled, kissing you softly, "I love you too."

375 notes - Posted May 24, 2022

Close Call

Fandom: Chicago Med

Series: One Shot

Pairing/s: Connor Rhodes x Reader

Warning/s: stabbing

Word Count: 656

Summary: Losing a patient during surgery and Connor taking care of you after you get stabbed by a grieving family member

You hadn’t seen it coming, turning away to give a grieving family some space after you’d just delivered the news of their son’s passing as you felt a hand grip your shoulder and something suddenly pinch your side.

There was a scream as you turned, the brother of your patient behind you as his mother yelled for help, the father leaping up as he stepped away, a bloody knife in his hand.

You looked at your side, your white shirt and coat already pooling with blood.

“What did you do!?” His mother screamed as the father rushed to the door, calling for anyone to help.

“That’s for my brother,” he told you, hand already shaking, clearly unsure of the weight of what he had just done.

You wanted to say something, to apologise maybe, but you collapsed, doctors and nurses rushing in as security pulled your assailant away and on to the ground.

Then... nothing.

“Y/N?” You heard the voice, gentle and full of concern, but it was far away, like you were underwater trying to break to the surface. “Y/N, oh Y/N, please wake up."

Eventually, the voice got a little clearer, forcing your heavy eye lids open to face the blinding light of the room, the left side of your body aching in a way you’d never experienced before.

You felt pressure on your hand as you woke up, a blurry figure leaning over you as you blinked, trying to focus on him. “There you are...” He breathed, relief washing over him. Connor.

He looked like he hadn’t slept, his clothes creased and his hair stuck down on one side, probably from where he’d been resting his head, you realised, eyes flicking to the coffee cups and blanket around the chair to the side of your bed.

"Connor-" you tried to talk but your throat was like sandpaper. He noticed and grabbed the cup from the bedside table, gently putting the straw to your lips as you shifted into the best sitting position you were able.

"Easy does it," Connor said, helping you sit and pulling the drink back when you coughed.

"Better?" He asked, rubbing your leg.

"Define better," you managed, throat still sore but your voice returning. He looked worried as your hand went to your side, remembering what had happened just before you lost consciousness.

Trying to push the thought away, you asked: "how long have I been out?"

"A few days," Connor said, a shadow crossing his face, "there were complications in surgery, you had to go back in twice, the last 24 hours have been crucial..." his voice caught in his throat and you took his hand.

"Don't tell me you counted me out?" You tried to joke, but he could hear the fear in your voice as you took in what he had said.

"Never," he promised, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"So, what now?" You asked, looking to where your chart hung at the end of the bed, desperate to check your condition.

"Now, you rest and recover," he told you, following your eyes, "and you let your doctors do what they do best, you're off the clock on this one."

"But-" you began but the look on Connor's face made you pause. "It was bad, wasn't it?"

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We'll Make It Down The Aisle

Fandom: Chicago PD

Series: Adding it to THIS series because I can

Part 1 // Part 2

Pairing/s: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warning/s:

Word Count: 967

Summary: After 10 years of being friends and more, Jay and the reader are finally tying the knot, but a medical emergency throws a spanner in the works

Looking at yourself in the mirror one last time before heading to the limo, you could barely believe this was happening. Smoothing down your dress lightly, taking it all in, you couldn't help but smile.

When you'd met Jay he'd been uncover, working for a shady mobster named Arthur and shaking down Molly's for cash, you couldn't quite believe that you were about to walk down the aisle to him.

After years of friendship, consulting on a number of cases with Intelligence as a psychiatrist, a few new death experiences, and wasted time denying your feelings for each other, you were finally doing it.

The wedding was no expenses spared, especially thanks to Voight's donation - you'd been smart enough not to ask where that money had come from.

So there you were, climbing carefully into your carriage, well, limo, with your Maid of Honour, Sylvie, and bridesmaids: Stella, Kim and Maggie. It was perfect.

"Ready?" Sylvie asked, looking at you with the biggest grin you'd ever seen as Stella pulled the door shut.

You nodded, "without a doubt." She knocked on the separating window and the limo began to move, taking you to the only place you wanted to be, with Jay.

"Oh I bet he's going to look good," Stella nudged you playfully.

"Of course he will, he's a Halstead," Maggie added and you all laughed.

You conversation didn't last long, however, your laughter being cut short by a loud crash from outside and the breaks of the limo were slammed on, throwing you all forward into each other as you screeched to a halt.

"What was that?" Kim asked, rolling down the closest tinted window as you all leaned forward to see what looked like the aftermath of a traffic collision.

A truck had hit... "Is that a school bus?" Sylvie asked, eyes wide and you swallowed hard, commotion already starting to form around the accident.

You all exchanged a knowing look and sprang into action, pulling open the door as you all ran to the scene, hoisting up your skirt as you did.

"Y/N, what about the wedding?" Stella asked as you reached the crash, the crowd already doing a double take at the 5 glamorously dressed women racing towards them, your heels clicking on the concrete.

"It'll have to wait," you replied, surveying the scene. The others did the same, each having their own specialty in the field.

"I'll take triage, tell Med we have a mass-casualty situation," Maggie declared, noticing the walking wounded and a number of injured pedestrians spread along the street.

"I'm with you," Sylvie added and you all nodded.

"I'm on crowd control, I'll call it in," Kim said, already working to direct some of the crowd away so you could work.

You and Stella glanced at one another, "I guess that means we're going in."

You nodded, face grim but focused. Psychiatrist or not, you worked in the E.D, and you'd had plenty of extra field training; you were as good as any paramedic.

You both made your way to the bus. The truck was on its side but the bus was still upright, a dangerously tilted lamppost stopping it in its tracks, a giant dent in the side where the impact occurred.

People were trapped, and injured, so you and Stella got to work trying to pry the doors open.

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My #1 post of 2022

Undercover

Fandom: Chicago PD

Series: One Shot

Pairing/s: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 898

Summary: Imagine... meeting Jay when your Unit teams up with Intelligence for an undercover assignment

You'd been undercover for just four months as a barmaid. Your narcotics unit had been gathering intel on a new gang moving into the area who were lacing their product with fentanyl and working out of this seedy dive bar in Canaryville.

Being new players meant going under had been easier than usual - they needed actual staff the run the front of this place while they did business in the back, so you'd applied for the position and basically been hired on the spot.

About a month ago the Intelligence Unit had joined the operation. Their new drug had landed a few DOA's at their feet in the form of turf disputes, and your Sergeant had known Voight for years, so you'd teamed up to take these guys down.

You'd never met Detective Halstead, but when Jay had walked into the bar and used your Unit's code phrase in conversation, you'd known he was your new contact. Jay had set himself up as player interested in helped your new 'boss', who went by Murdock, get his product on the street faster.

He'd come to the bar a few times, getting flirty with you behind the counter to pass information with code. It was how you'd been able to tell him about a party coming up at Murdock's new pad to celebrate a recent influx of sales, and Jay had been able to score and invite.

So there you were, half playing lookout, half serving the fanciest hors d'oeurvres a drug dealing gangster could come up with in a cocktail dress they felt more like a second skin as Jay attempted to plant a bug in Murdock's study.

Out the corner of your eye you spotted Murdock rounding the corner, your eyes widening in panic. The study was a radio dead zone, you had no way of warning Jay in advance.

"We have a problem," you whispered into your earpiece, your partner Callie and Adam Ruzek on the other end in an unmarked van down the road.

"How bad?" Adam's voice crackled over the comms.

"Jay's cover is about to be blown," you informed them, eyeing Murdock as casually as you could.

Adam swore over the other end of the line.

"Should we move in?" Callie asked.

"Not yet," you advised.

Think Y/N, Murdock hadn't spotted you as you slipped around the corner. You could make it to the study before him... but then what? He'd see you and Jay in the corridor and it would be over for both of you.

Unless... "Give me 5, if you don't hear from me, move in then," you told them, not giving them a chance to reply as you made your move.

You placed your tray on the nearest surface and made your way to the study, slipping in just as Murdock rounded the corridor, he hadn't seen you.

"Y/N?" Jay whispered, surprised to see you as he knelt by Murdock's desk, just finishing planting the bug. "You can't be in here."

"Murdock will be in here any second," you told him, looking around the room for anywhere to escape, or hide. You hadn't thought there would be, all intelligence told you the room was impenetrable. But that hadn't been your plan anyway.

"Even more reason for you not to have come in here," Jay said, worry lacing his voice as he stood fast, wishing he'd had a weapon. Everyone had been searched upon entry, you were defenceless, and you had no way to defend yourselves.

"Follow my lead," you told him hurriedly as a shadow darked the doorway behind you.

Jay looked confused, glancing between you and the door as the handle began to turn. He had no choice but to nod slightly.

Here goes everything, you thought, grabbing his tie and pulling him in for a kiss, pivoting yourselves so that you were backed up again the desk.

Jay's eyes widened, not quite processing what was happening as the door opened and Murdock walked in.

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"That's not how it works Damon," Stefan told his older brother with an eye roll, looking up from where he was sat on the couch at the house, legs crossed, book in hand momentarily forgotten.

"Sure it is," Damon shrugged, sipping his bourbon and leaning against the table, expertly perched to get the best view of you at the other end of the room while appearing casual.

Stefan scoffed and tried to go back to his book, but his eyes betrayed him, unable to focus on the pages as he kept glancing back up to you himself.

Damon noticed.

"You're just jealous that I got 'dibs' in first," he told him knowingly, an eyebrow raised.

Stefan sighed and closed his book, putting it to the side. "How about, Damon, instead of claiming some made up rule of 'dibs'-"

"It is not made up, Stefan, it is very common, and widely respected," Damon's tone dripped with mock sincerity.

"Yes, for the last slice of pizza or the front seat on a road trip, not a human being with free will," Stefan smoothly countered, earning a grumble and eye roll from Damon as he continued; "as I was trying to say, how about, instead of bickering with me and trying to put on some kind of... perceived alpha male dominance-"

"-it's not put on if you already have it-" Damon added in the middle, muttering more to himself than Stefan, who made the point of ignoring him and carrying on with what he was trying to say.

"-we, Damon, simply let Y/N be the judge of who she likes out of either of us, if, in fact, she does like either of us."

Damon tapped the side of his glass with his index finger as he watched you and thought. Then, when Stefan thought he'd actually got through to him, he stood up, cleared his throat and put down his glass.

"Well," he began, "if that's what you want to do baby brother, by all means, make it easier for me to win."

Stefan leaned forward and opened his mouth to challenge Damon, hand part way up to make a point, but he was already walking away towards where you stood with Caroline, slotting himself quite literally between the two of you, back to Caroline, as he started a conversation.

The look on Caroline's face was one of clear exasperation and annoyance as she held up her hands as if to say, what the hell?, turning from Damon's back to direct the silent question to Stefan too.

Stefan's expression was one of apology in return, but also one that read, Damon will be Damon, what can you do? as Caroline scoffed and turned on her heels to walk away.

Still, as Stefan leaned back in his chair and went to pick up his book again, he couldn't help but notice your eyes following Caroline away before flickering over to him.

You weren't as enamoured by Damon as his ego allowed him to believe.

May the best man win after all, Stefan thought.

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Subtlety is Key

Fandom: The Rookie

Series: One Shot

Pairing/s: Tim Bradford x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 1,171

Request: Hey ^^ I read your latest Tim Bradford story and it was amazing! So I was wondering, if you could write another one. YN has a crush on Tim and he noticed it a while ago. After some time he likes her back and begins to slightly flirt with her. At first she doesn’t notice it and moves on like normally, until Tim invited her for dinner. :)

@emii-chuu

It was frustrating, getting embarrassed and flustered in front of Tim, you were a police officer for god's sake, but you couldn't help it. It was, well, Tim.

If you knew that he'd actually noticed, you'd probably have handed in your notice on the spot, but to Tim's credit, he brushed it off. You never said anything, and although your interactions were a little awkward when it was just the two of you, you were both professionals, and good friends, and he told himself that mixing work and romance was a line he'd never cross.

Recently, though, he'd started to notice himself... noticing you more. You were easy to talk to and easy to be around, and he half consciously, half unconsciously let himself start to cross that line, his self-control slipping, and tested the waters with a bit of harmless flirting.

You hadn't reacted yet. At least, no more than usual. And after a couple of weeks, he started to think you'd move past your feelings for him afterall.

As for you, you told yourself he was just being nice. Very nice, oddly nice, but still, nice.

Lucy and Angela, however, had a little more to say about it than that.

"Seriously Y/N, he's been flirting with you for weeks!" Lucy insisted, exasperated at the circles the conversation was going in, but amused all the same.

Lucy was leaning against Angela's desk ad the detective sat in her chair after a day of supporting her with a case. They'd been on you about this all day.

"No he hasn't, he's just being nice," the countered like a broken record, convincing yourself less and less each time.

Even so, you don't want to read into something that isn't there and make things awkward between you and Tim, so you'll assume he's just being nice until he tells you otherwise directly.

"Tim?" Lucy looked from you to Angela with a raised brow and a smirk, then back to you, "just being nice? Have you met him?"

"She has a point," Angela told you and you laughed, stepping to the side to let a couple of officers pass, the day coming to an end.

"Guys come on, there's nothing there for him," you told them both, lowering your voice a little. The office might be emptying, but people could still overhear.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Angela said pointedly.

"Yeah Y/N, trust me, I've been riding with him for a while now, so when I tell you he likes you, I mean he really likes you," Lucy added for emphasis, the women finishing each other's thoughts in a way that told they'd had this conversation behind your back too

You shook your head and laughed, checking your watch; "well as much as I'm enjoying this conversation - or, intervention - it's high time I got going home."

"Uh huh, you're avoiding this," Lucy accused, pushing herself up from the desk to grab her bag from the floor.

"Of course I am," you replied with a curt nod, turning on your heels with a wave to exit the building, and the conversion.

"You shouldn't!" Angela called as you walked away, both women laughing from behind you and you couldn't help but chuckle about it yourself. They were relentless.

You were still thinking about the conversation as you made your way to the parking lot, your mind a million miles away.

"Y/N," your name from behind made you jump as a hand touched your shoulder. Whirling around you were a split second from flipping the person who had caught you off guard to the ground, when you registered who it was.

"You know sneaking up, on a cop trained in hand to hand isn't very smart," you pointed out to Tim who held up his hands and took a step back, grinning.

"Sorry, I did say your name," he told you and you both laughed.

"Oh oops, I must have been miles away," you apologised, your heart still pounding as you tried to play it off casually.

You tried to keep eye contact as he returned your gaze but you had to glance away, your thoughts going back to what Angela and Lucy had said. Damn it.

"Heading home?" He asked, hands going in and out of his pockets like he didn't know what to do with them. If you didn't know better, you'd say he seemed nervous.

"Yeah I'm starving," you told him, eyes tracking to his hands. He noticed and kept them firmly at his sides.

He took a pause and then said quickly; "you maybe want to grab dinner?"

"With- with you?" The question caught you off guard and you had to check if you'd heard correctly.

"Yeah I mean, no pressure I just thought I'd ask, if not-" he self-consciously rubbed the back of his neck and looked down.

Tim Bradford? Asking you out? Was this actually happening?

"No, I mean yes, I mean-" This was not happening the way you imagined it in your head.

"I know what you mean, I think" he smiled with relief and pause, adding after a thought: "I do mean dinner like a date by the way."

The clarification made you laugh. "I just, didn't expect you to want to ask me out," you admitted.

Tim met your eyes with fondness, and a little bit of nervousness as he stumbled through what he said next. "Look I, well I'm not entirely... blind? I did notice you might have had a thing for me-" Heat rushed to your face and your eyes went wide, oh god. "-and Lucy then got it in my head, of course, but we work together and I figured it was better just to move on, but recently, that's been a little difficult. I thought I'd, well, test the waters by flirting with you to see if you were still interested or if I'd missed my shot, but you didn't seem to notice I was doing that,"

"I- er- no I just-" you laughed and shook your head, face still warm. "Let me start over; I might have liked you for a bit, but you didn't seem to feel the same way so I never said anything, then I just assumed you were being nice, which again, Lucy tried to convince me otherwise."

"She really is a meddler isn't she," Tim said, though his tone suggested he didn't mind.

"Yes she is." You were definitely going to give her a hard time for this tomorrow.

"Look it really is no pressure on the dinner, if those feelings have passed," Tim's tone was serious, giving you an out without making things awkward, not that you needed it.

"No, I'd... like to go to dinner with you," you answered, still not quite believing this was happening.

"Yeah?" He checked.

"Yeah." You confirmed.

"Good," he nodded, unable to stop himself from smiling as you left together, and you found yourself doing the same.

Okay, so maybe he'd had feelings for you after all.

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Hey ^^ I read your latest Tim Bradford story and it was amazing! So I was wondering, if you could write another one. YN has a crush on Tim and he noticed it a while ago. After some time he likes her back and begins to slightly flirt with her. At first she doesn’t notice it and moves on like normally, until Tim invited her for dinner. :)

Queued!

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Buy You Dinner?

Fandom: SVU

Series: One Shot (maybe...)

Pairing/s: Carisi x Reader

Warning/s: reference to a rape and murder case

Word Count: 1,083

Summary: Carisi finally gets the nerve to ask you to dinner after a difficult case ends in tragedy.

It had been a long day. You'd been on your feet since before 9 and all you wanted to do was get out of the office and get some food.

You were on your way out when you noticed Carisi catch up to you. "Y/N," he called, causing you to turn.

"Hey Carisi," you smiled. Although you were tired, you always had time for him. You'd been fast friends since he joined SVU, what, six years ago? Had it really been that long?

Late nights working cases and talking about anything and everything had brought you close, but not as close as you'd have liked. Still, he never hinted he wanted to be anything more than friends, so you'd never said anything, what good would that have done?

"You heading home?" He asked, hands in pockets. He almost looked, nervous.

"Yeah I was," you told him. Was he about to ask you to stay and give him a hand with a case? You hoped not, but you would if you were needed.

"You doing anything?" He continued. God you so didn't want to remain in these walls for another minute longer, but you couldn't lie.

"Not really, just going to get some food," you answered honestly.

"Me too," he said. Okay, so not about staying for work, then what... "do you, I don't know, maybe want to grab dinner with me? You don't have to I just-"

"I'd like that," you answered, quicker than you'd meant to, it just kind of came out as soon as you realised what Carisi was asking.

"You would?" He blinked, looking a little shocked but pleased by your speedy reply.

You nodded and smiled, not wanting your mouth to betray your eagerness anymore, hoping to come off as more casual than you just had.

"Great, er, let me just grab my jacket," he pointed back to the bull pen and his desk and you agreed, watching him walk back.

Had Carisi just asked you on a date? It sounded like it, but after six years you didn't want to jump to conclusions, he might just want to grab dinner as friends. Still, why would he have been nervous about that?

He returned quickly, slipping his jacket on as he headed back over to you. "There's this new mediterranean place down the street, that's your favourite right?"

"Yeah it is, I've been meaning to check that out," you told him with a smile, pleased he remembered.

"Shall we?" He checked.

"Sounds perfect," you replied, leaning more towards the fact that this was a date. That place was nice, and definitely not somewhere you two had ever been together in the past, not when it was just the two of you.

The walk was peaceful, and you casually chatted about each other's days to relieve some of the tension and awkwardness. You'd been friends for so long you realised he was also worried about this date going well.

You got to the restaurant and we mercifully seated immediately. Sonny pulled out your chair to sit and then seated himself, ever the gentleman.

"Drink?" He passed you the drinks menu, noticing the impressive selection of wines.

"I wouldn't even know where to start," you admitted and he laughed, "why don't you make a recommendation?"

He grinned, ordering a bottle of red that you'd never even heard of as the waiter came to take your drinks order.

"Trust me," he told you with a wink when you looked like you were about to ask about his choice. You stopped yourself, you did trust him.

He shared out the food menus and you sat for a minute in silence looking at the options. Well, he might have been, you couldn't really focus on the words, instead glancing up at Sonny when he wasn't looking, not realising he was doing the same with you.

"Can ask you something?" You said at last, chewing over the thought in your head as you watched him.

"Huh? Yeah, of course," he put the menu down, giving you his undivided attention and your stomach couldn't help but flutter.

"What took you so long?" You asked, smiling and placing your own menu down.

"To ask you out?" He checked.

"Yes C- Sonny, to ask me out," you laughed, nearly slipping into your usual habit of calling him Carisi. You couldn't quite pinpoint the emotion that flashed across his face when you called him Sonny, but you could tell he didn't mind.

"Honestly? I didn't know you were interested," he admitted with a sheepish shrug.

"You didn't?" You couldn't hide your surprise.

"Well, I guess Fin and Liv said you were, but I didn't want to assume..." It sounded silly to him now, saying it out loud.

"So what made you change your mind?" You asked, your curiosity getting the better of you. You were glad he had, of course, you'd been wanting this moment for a long time, but something must have happened to give him the nudge he needed.

"This case, a couple, I won't go into details over dinner, but she... didn't make it," he began to explain, voice getting low towards the end.

"Yeah I heard about that, I'm sorry," your face softened in sympathy. Carisi had been in court today trying her rapist and murderer, according the Fin it had been pretty brutal; you shivered.

"Me too," he said distantly before clearing his throat and continuing, "anyway, her husband said to me after, that it hadn't been enough time. I said it never is, and he said no, they'd known each other for years, but he'd waited and waited to ask her out, thinking they had all the time in the world. He hadn't really considered that their time would run out. I guess I realised that sitting on my ass wasn't doing anyone any good, if I asked and you said no, at least I'd know, but..."

"I said yes," you finished for him, feeling more emotional than you'd expected. Had he really felt this way this whole time?

"That you did," he replied longingly, raising his glass in toast.

"I'm glad you asked" you told him honestly, bringing your glass to his.

"I'm glad I asked," he brought his glass down but his eyes lingered on yours, a soft smile on his face that you knew was mirrored on yours.

Okay, maybe you weren't entirely thinking about dinner anymore, but by the glint in his eyes, you weren't sure he was either...

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You knew Spock had feelings, all Vulcans did, they just didn't show them in a way humans, or most species, were used to, preferring to be guided by logic.

Your problem was that you didn't know whether Spock had feelings for you.

And you had no idea how to figure it out, without potentially making a fool of yourself. He didn't exactly wear his heart on his sleeve.

You were both working late, studying the artefact retrieved from the last away mission, and you couldn't stop watching him as he worked next to you at the table.

It took you a minute to realise you were even doing it, too tired and too distracted, until Spock turned to you, feeling your eyes on him.

"Are you alright?" He asked, causing you to sit up straight suddenly, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Me? Er yeah, fine, just a little tired," you tried, mentally kicking yourself for how unconvincing you sounded.

"The tone of your voice indicates that you are no being entirely honest," Spock devised, placing the scanner he had in his hand down to give you his full attention, "if something is bothering you, you can tell me."

You hadn't anticipated doing this here and now, but you could tell that Spock was not going to let it go until you were honest with him.

"I've just, been thinking," you began, not really sure how to phrase this.

Spock raised one eyebrow, "thinking? About what?" He turned on his chair so his whole body was facing towards you.

"Vulcans and their... feelings," god, you were failing at this miserably.

"Our emotions?" He asked slowly and you nodded, "why the sudden curiosity?

"Forget I said anything," you replied quickly, feeling your cheeks heating up as you walked away.

"I can see from your embarassed reaction that I might have something wrong," Spock tried to deduce, angling his head slightly as he watched you.

"No, you haven't Spock, I mean it isn't-" you blabbed hopelessly, seeing no way out of the ginormous hole you dug for yourself.

Spock studied you for a moment, and then when you felt like you couldn't take his eyes burning into you any longer, what appeared to be a look of realisation passed over his face.

"Ah," he said, "I believe I know what this is about."

"You- you do?" You blinked, unsure of where this was going. You'd known Spock a long time, and the last thing you wanted to do was ruin your friendship.

"Yes," Spock said matter-of-factly, but then said nothing further for a long stretch of a moment.

"... and?" You prompted, not wanting to be the one to fill in the blanks in case you were wrong.

"And you are wondering if I have feelings for you," he told you, watching as you took a sharp inhale of breath. His statement had given nothing away.

"Spock-" you began, hoping to explain yourself in a way that would salvage his conversation.

"I do," he cut you off, and you felt the tension that had been building disipate instantly.

"You do?? You doublechecked, voice quieter than you'd intended.

"Yes, I believed that was obvious," he informed you, "we have been spending a lot of timetogether, working yes, but also eating together and spending time alone together for the sake of enjoying each other's company."

That was true, and it was when you'd developed feelings for him too, learning about each other, opening up to each other, finding out what you had in common...

He noticed your confused pause, and continued, "I can see now that this was not as obvious as I had previously thought, I apologise, on Vulcan-"

"No, it's okay Spock," you smiled, feeling a little silly, "I thought maybe, you know, that you did, but I didn't want to think I was reading into things the wrong way."

"I assure you, you were not," Spock promised, putting a hand on yours. You squeezed his hand, very much relieved

"Might I also assume," he added after a pause, "that this means you have feelings for me also?"

"Huh?" It took you a second to realise what he was asking, before you laugh, "oh, yes, yes I do."

"Good," he nodded, the corners of his lips twitching into what you would consider a smile for him, "because that would have made this rather awkward if not."

Before you could ask what this he was referring to, he leaned in and kissed you.

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First Date

Fandom: Chicago PD

Series: One Shot

Pairing/s: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 1,627

Summary: After being friends with Jay for some time, he finally asks you out on a date, but it doesn't exactly go according to plan...

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You were putting the finishing touches on your outfit when your doorbell rang, nervous butterflies building in your stomach as you froze, ring midway down your middle finger.

You'd liked Jay for a while, but you'd always just assumed he didn't feel the same way you did. So when he'd asked you out, you'd of course said yes, but your anxiety about the evening had only grown with each passing moment. What if he didn't have a good time? What if you said something wrong? What if it was a disaster?

Doorbell, you reminded yourself, right.

Giving yourself one last quick glance in the mirror, smoothing down a loose strand of hair and running your hand over your burgundy dress to get rid of any creases, you went to the door and opened it.

"Hey," you smiled at Jay, taking in his smart shirt and trousers, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Needless the say, he looked good.

"Wow, Y/N, you look amazing," he said, not so subtly looking you up and down. Stella had convinced you to wear the dress, though you'd had reservations that it might be a bit too much for a dinner date, but Jay certainly didn't seem to mind.

"Thanks," you could feel your cheeks going red under his gaze.

"You ready to go?" He asked, and you nodded, looking left and right before seeing your bag hung up where you left it next to the door.

"Ready," you told him, grabbing the black suede jacket underneath it and heading out into the hall.

"Our reservation awaits," Jay offered you his arm in an exaggerated manner and you took it, looping your arm through his as you laughed.

"Well, then I guess we should get going then," you hadn't stopped smiling as you headed down the elevator and out into the street, your arm still in Jay's. It felt nice, comfortable, right.

You'd decided to walk to the restaurant, it was too far away and it gave you a chance to chat on the way. You asked about Jay's day at work, the case they'd closed and Jay's near miss with a getaway car, and he asked you about your day at work, your mind-numbingly boring rounds, and your not quite as boring patient who'd pulled a gun on Maggie in the ED.

Before you knew it, you'd reached the restaurant. Or, at least, Jay told you it was the restaurant.

All the lights were off, the doors were closed, and the chairs were visibly up on the table.

"You sure this is the right place?" You asked him, covering your eyes with one hand as you peered into the darkness, not a soul in sight.

"Positive," Jay told you, pulling out his phone, a confused look on his face, "sorry about this."

You took a look at the main entrance, spotting a sign on the window. "Jay," you got his attention, pointing at the freshly taped sheet of paper.

"Ah crap," Jay swore, reading the sign. Close due to failed health inspection. Of course it was.

"Well, that's a bust, sorry about that," Jay told you, laughing a little awkwardly and looking a bit embarrassed. This was a nice restaurant. Well, it was supposed to be anyway, and you could tell he'd put thought into it.

"It's not your fault, we can try somewhere else," you offered, noticing he still looked disappointed you added, "besides, if it failed its health inspection, I'm really quite glad we didn't end up eating here."

Jay laughed, tension easing a little. "Up for a walk around?"

Now it was your turn to offer your arm to him, "lead the way Halstead."

He took it with a smile, more relaxed, and you headed off around the corner, hoping you rumbling stomach wasn't loud enough for Jay to hear.

After three separate restaurants told you they were fully booked, Jay looked like he was beginning to lose hope.

"Y/N, I am so sorry, I had this whole evening planned, and now we can't even get any food," Jay apologised, shaking his head.

"What about there?" You suggested, pointing to a Greek food truck down the road.

"Street food?" He laughed, his own stomach audibly rumbling now, "well, I guess we'll be the best dressed customers they have tonight."

You smiled and made your way, ordering two gyros before finding an unoccupied bench nearby.

"Well, it isn't the meal I had planned, but-" Jay took a bite and sighed, "-it is good though."

You laughed through your own mouthful of food, savouring the taste. It wasn't the easiest food to eat without bits falling everywhere, but you did the best you could, suddenly self-conscious in front of Jay.

Jay looked back up at you from his food and grinned. "What? Do I have something on my face?" You asked, wiping the sides of your mouth as his shoulders moved up and down in a silent chuckle.

"No- here," he grabbed his napkin and wiped the end of your nose, your faces close together.

"Thanks," you said quietly, not knowing where your voice had gone as you found yourself looking in Jay's eyes.

His eyes flicked down to your lips then back up. He looked like he was about to say something when you felt a few drops of water hit your face, both looking up to see rain start pouring on you.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me," you complained, shaking your head at the sheer bad luck of the evening, your moment with Jay broken by the rain.

You both stood, realising neither of you had actual coats or umbrellas, the remains of your food quickly getting soaked.

"My apartment is the closest," you told him, feeling your hair start flattening to your face as water dripped down your neck and under your dress.

Jay agreed, taking your soggy gyros from your hand and disposing of the leftovers of both, uneatable now.

"Let's go," he took your arm again as the rain picked up, walking quickly to the side of the road to see if you could catch a cab.

You, and everyone else who had been out.

After about 10 minutes of feeling the rain soak into your shoes and your dress become a second skin, you put your arm on Jay's back to get his attention.

"We need to get walking," you said as the rain turned to hail, causing you to add, "now."

He did not need to be told twice, both of you picking up the pace as you made your way back to your apartment, trying not to slip as you went.

You fumbled for your keys as you arrived, feeling the hail pick up almost painfully as you both entered the building, grateful for the sudden warmth.

Both soaked you took a second to catch your breath and collect your thoughts. Jay stood next to you, looking at the puddle of water that was dripping around him onto the floor.

"This doesn't look like it's going to stop soon," you said, "do you want to come up and towel off, call a taxi or wait until it passes?"

Jay smiled at the offer, looking relieved although he said, "I don't want to put you out."

You could tell he wanted to come up, shivering in his wet clothes, but still trying to be polite. "Jay, it's fine, really, you look like a wet dog."

He laughed as you both began to walk to the lift. "If I wasn't such a gentleman, I'd make a comment about looking at your own hair before saying that to me."

You gasped and looked at your hair in the mirrors on both sides of the lift, now a disastrous messy beehive on your head. You could feel yourself going red, make up lines on your face where it had started to come off in the rain too.

"Oh my god I'm a mess," you commented, looking at your soggy dress as the lift dinged, your feet squelching as you walked to your door.

The way Jay was looking at you, he clearly didn't seem to mind, stepping into your apartment after you.

He stayed standing in the doorway as you grabbed towels, not wanting to get more water on the floor if he could help it.

"Here," he passed it to him.

"Thanks," he wiped his face and his hair thoroughly, patting his neck dry as he noticed you watching him.

You looked away quickly, focusing on drying yourself of. You'd ditched your jacket, which had provided no protection from the elements, and you were very away of just how soaked through your dress had become.

Now it was Jay's turn to watch you.

"This isn't nearly what I had planned," he told you apologetically.

"I don't mind, I had a good time," you told him honestly, looking back up at him and smiling.

"Really?"

"Really?" You confirmed.

"Because I had this whole idea, romantic dinner, candles, I'd charm you with great conversation, we'd have a sunset walk, and then... well it would have been the works," he explained.

"Oh yeah?" You bit your lip as he took a step closer, "and how was that 'then...' going to end?"

"Well, that would have depended on whether the evening went well," he told you, taking another step closer.

"Which it did," you reminded him, "so what was the plan?"

"Something, a bit like this," he muttered, closing the gap and kissing you. His hands were like ice against your skin as he dropped the towel and cupped your face, moving to your waist as yours went around his neck.

The date might not have gone exactly according to plan, but you had no complaints.

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The Family We Chose

Fandom: Chicago PD

Series: One Shot

Pairing/s: Hank Voight x Atwater!Reader

Warning/s: child abduction

Word Count: 2,898

Request: Hi, are you still doing requests for Chicago PD? If so, can I pls have Hank Voight x Atwater!reader where he proposes to reader after 3 ½ years but right after she says yes they get a case with a little girl being kidnapped so they adopt her and Kevin is so happy to become uncle kevin.

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Hank never took nights off, but he wanted everything to be special tonight. A trail of flowers leading into the garden you shared together; he had decorated the space in flowers, lights and candles. Dinner was set up in a table in the centre.

Simple, elegant, perfect.

You gasped when you saw it. not believing what you were seeing. You and Hank had been together for 3.5 years but seeing him there, kneeling in the middle of the lawn, ring in hand, was not what you expected when you got home from work.

Pausing at the door you tried to process what you saw, overwhelmed with emotions.

"Yes," you blurted out, making your way down the patio steps before he could even ask the question. He didn't, however, need to be told twice.

Scooping you up into his arms as you nearly tripped over yourself reaching him, he kissed you. "I love you Y/N."

"I love you too."

It was a dream come true, almost perfect... almost.

Hank's phone rang as he slipped the ring on your finger, pausing slightly at the sound but continuing on anyway.

"Leave it, it's officially someone else's business tonight," you told him, pulling him in for a kiss before he could consider reaching into his pocket.

And he nearly did, but then it rang a second time.

Hank pulled away, "what?" he snapped, out of breath and frustrated as you supressed a laugh and smirked, lips red and puffy.

Your smirk, however, faded as you watched Hank's face go to serious as he listened to the voice on the other end of the line, Trudy, and then he put his phone down slowly.

"What is it?" You asked, no longer annoyed by the call, this seemed serious.

"A little girl has been kidnapped," he informed you, "her whole family was brutally murdered less than an hour ago."

"Go," you told him, fiddling with the new ring on your finger.

"You sure?" He asked, taking your hands. This was supposed to be your night, and he didn't want you to think you were any less important to him.

"You wouldn't be you if you didn't," you reassured him.

"I love you," he said, kissing you quickly, "and we're not done."

"No, no we're not," you smiled, giving him another quick kiss before he headed back out to work.

When you saw the back door such you pulled out your phone, dialling ASA Anna Valdez.

"You heard?" She answered in lieu of a greeting, clearly stressed.

"Intelligence has it," you replied, looking at the ring on your finger as you spoke.

"You coming in?" She asked, knowing your answer anyway.

"Let's get to work."

Voight wasn't the only one who could help.

Voight arrived at the 21st to see everyone in motion. The first 24 hours were critical, no one would be going home to their own beds tonight.

He made his way quickly up to the bullpen to see everyone hard at work, talking on phones, going over surveillance, sticking pins and pictures up to the board...

He looked at the picture of the girl in the centre, Lily, only 6 years old.

If anyone had a chance of finding this girl, his unit did. And he didn't just think that because he was biased, they were the best.

Everyone momentarily paused when they noticed him at the top of the stairs, waiting for an order.

"Don't stop on my account," he told his team, "every second counts, let's get to work."

And so it began.

Hours of tedious searching, and plenty of footwork later, Atwater burst into Voight's office without knocking. The look on his face causing him to shoot out of his chair and grab his jacket.

"Got her?" He checked.

"Got her," Kev confirmed.

Hank headed out to where Adam was rounding the others up.

"Tell me," was all Voight needed to say as Adam brought up the image.

"Campervan a couple blocks away from where the murders took place and Lily was taken," Adam began.

"Why didn't we pick this up before?" Voight asked.

"Wasn't out of the ordinary, we ran it, came back clean, belongs to the occupant renting the property, everything checked out," Jay answered, handing his sergeant the files with the identity of their new suspect, Jim Payne.

"So what changed?" He asked.

"Traffic cams caught the same campervan heading off the highway, see here-" she pointed to the second picture, clearly the same van with the same design and markings, "-different plates."

"And that isn't all," Hailey said, "we found it entering a state park, tonnes of cabins to rent and miles of open forest."

"Spoke to the owner of the site the van pulled in to, boss the driver checked in with a little girl asleep in the back."

That was all he needed. "Then let's go."

Everyone geared up to head out as quickly as they could, Kev jumping in with Voight for the drive.

"We got anything on motive? Anything we could use against this guy? Any connections to the victim and her family?" He asked.

"As far as we can tell, he lost his daughter in a car accident a couple months back, then he quit his job, got the van and he's been renting up and down the country ever since," Kev explained, pulling up a picture of their suspect's daughter, the spitting image of the girl he'd just taken.

Voight grunted, driving faster. If he left with Lily before they got there he could go anywhere.

Voight and Kev were the first to arrive at the camp site, the owner directly him to a spot by the lake that their suspect had parked his van.

They had to go on foot through the trees to avoid being seen.

"Should we wait for back up?" Kev asked once they had arrived, eyes on the idle van.

Voight was about to agree when they both heard a scream coming from inside the van.

"We can't wait," he replied and Kev nodded, drawing his weapon and awaiting Voight's order.

"We're going in, block off the path and surround the van," Voight ordered the unit over the radio quickly, time was of the essence.

Making their way carefully, grateful for the cover of darkness, Voight took the lead, treading carefully as they approached the van.

The lights were on, and there were shadows of movement, but thankfully the curtains were drawn, enabling them to get close without being seen.

Reaching the edge of the tree line they paused. From here on out, they were open targets.

Voight looked to Kev, who was mirroring the same resolve he felt as another scream came from within.

Voight signalled that he would go a head to the door and Kev should go around to the side, both moving together as they crossed the last stretch of distance.

Movement inside gave Voight pause as he reached the door.

"Jim Payne, Chicago PD, come out with your hands up!" Voight ordered, weapon drawn and raised, ready.

"You can't have her!" A male voice yelled back, followed by a muffled cry from the girl.

"Jim, no one needs to get hurt, just come out, let her go," Voight continued, inching closer to the door as it was thrown open.

Voight froze, taking in Jim with a gun to Lily's head, arm around neck and shoulders as she struggled helplessly in her his grasp, feet not even touching the ground.

"No! No I won't let anyone take her from me!" He shouted, "no one is going to take my daughter from me again!"

"Jim, she isn't your daughter," Voight made his voice as soft as possible, "your daughter is gone, she's gone."

Jim was clearly erratic, unsure. On the one had, it meant he had less resolve to actually use the weapon in his hand, but on the other it made him more unpredictable.

"You don't understand-" he rambled.

"I do," Voight took a cautious set forward, pausing as Jim leveled the gun back at him in warning, hand visibly shaking. "I do, I lost my son a few years ago, okay, he was taken from me, and I'd do anything to get him back."

"So you do, you know why I'm doing this, why I have to do this-" He tried to rationalise his actions, but he was hanging on by a thread.

"No, no doing this won't bring your little girl back, all you've done is taken this girl's family from her," Voight could see movement from behind Jim at the window, and he knew it was Kev, he just needed a little more time.

"I'm her family now," Jim tried, voice breaking, conflicted.

"You aren't, look at her, look at how scared she is Jim," Voight was more stern now, eyes flicking to where Kev was slipping in through the window. Jim hadn't noticed, he'd been too distracted.

If he could just get a little closer... he needed to be able to grab Lily when Kev was in position.

"She won't always be, I'm her dad-"

"She will, because you aren't, you never will be!" Voight yelled, causing Jim to react in exactly the way he'd hoped.

"Yes I am!" He screamed in reply, the gun leaving Lily as he pointed it straight at Voight's head, just as Kev levelled his own behind Jim's.

"Chicago PD, drop it," Kev ordered, the shock causing Jim to whirl around, dropping Lily as Voight lunged to catch her.

Kev easily knocked the gun out of his hand and shoved him against the open door. "Jim Payne, you are under arrest for multiple counts of murder and kidnapping, anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law..."

Kev continued to read him his rights as Voight checked to see if Lily was okay, which was difficult given that she had not stopped clinging to him since he'd caught her, her arms a vice grip around his neck.

"It's okay, it's okay," he reassured her, managing to grab his radio and signal the team, and an ambulance. One was on route just in case, so it wouldn't be long.

"Serge!" Voight turned his head to see Jay and Hailey approaching, weapons out but quickly holstered as they took in the scene.

The sudden noise and appearance of more people caused Lily to bury her head into Voight's chest. "She okay?" Hailey asked while Jay went to help Kev with Jim, who had not stopped struggling since the cuffs were put on.

"Physically, fine, but..." He trailed off but Hailey nodded, understanding. With everything she'd seen and been through...

The ambulance appeared at the end of the trail and Voight opted to carry Lily to them, since she didn't seem to want to let go.

"It's okay, these paramedics are going to take care of you," he told her as he put her in the ambulance, managing to pry her arms from around his neck. Her face was pale and covered and snot and tears, much of which was also on his shirt, but he didn't mind.

"Hey sweetheart, mind if we check you over?" Violet asked her, but she shuffled away and grabbed Voight's hand.

"Stay," he whispered, voice hoarse and barely audible.

"Fine by me," Sylvie nodded as Voight looked to her to check it was alright before the ambo doors were closed.

"I'm not going anywhere," Voight promised her, and as she squeezed his hand even tighter, he felt the promise he'd made had a deeper meaning that he understood yet.

You were Hank's first call after he and Kev brought the young girl, Lily, to the hospital. She'd lost everyone, and she needed help.

As a prosecutor, you knew exactly what he needed. It was an open and shut case, but Hank had gotten emotionally involved with this one, though he tried not to show it, so you'd happily try the case to make sure the monster responsible never saw the light of day again.

You got to the hospital first thing in the morning, after a night of legal planning and putting together the evidence Intelligence and the hospital had sent over.

Hank was still there, you weren't sure if he'd actually left. He looked up when he saw you, a slight smile at your presence, though his eyes were tired and grim,

Kev appeared around the corner as you wandered up, coffees in hand for him and Voight.

"Hey," he greeted you and gestured with the coffees, "I'd have got you one but..."

"No worries, thought I'd check in," you told him, glancing back to Voight.

"He hasn't slept," Kev said, following your gaze, "she's gotten pretty attached to him, and it's definitely mutual."

You took a breath and headed for the room, Voight's standing to greet you as you walked in, noticing the way Lily tensed at your entrance, but relaxed once she saw Hank smile at you, her guard somewhat dropping again.

"Hey Lily," you smiled, changing the tone of your voice to suit a child her age, "my name's Y/N, I'm going to be helping you find somewhere to live, and that means I'm going to be coming to see you sometimes, is that alright?"

She looked from you to Voight, "do you two know each other?"

"We do, very well," Hank told her.

"That's okay, I guess," she said, seemingly answering your question once she had confirmation that you could be trusted.

It was hard, seeing her so small and fragile. No matter how long you'd been in the job, you still didn't understand why someone would do such a thing to another person, a child.

"We'll be right outside, okay?" Hank asked her, putting a hand on your back to tell you he needed to speak to you in private.

Lily nodded and pulled her knees to her chest, and you couldn't help but give her one last pitying glance before heading out into the corridor where Kev waited.

"Anything?" He asked, voice low so Lily didn't hear.

You shook your head, a night of pouring over legal documents revealing next to nothing of use. "She has no family left that I can tell, the doctors say she's going to be in the hospital for a few weeks, but once she's discharged..."

"She'll have nowhere to go," Voight finished for you, clenching his jaw.

"Hey," you put your hand on his arm, ring catching in the light, "we'll figure something out."

He nodded, trusting you, but worrying nonetheless. This case had hit him hard, it was written all over his face, and it killed you that you couldn't do anything to help him.

Over the next few weeks, you put out feelers as a lawyer, searching for some distant relative or connection that could take her.

Weeks went by, and still nothing. She'd been staying with a temporary foster carer but they couldn't keep her long term, and there was no where else for her to go.

"What'll happen to her now?" Voight asked. He'd visited her everyday since she'd been discharged, and you knew your news would sting.

"She'll have to go into a group home," you told him, sighing. You were tired, up worrying about Voight and Lily and how it was effecting him. So you'd come to see him in work when you'd gotten the news, knowing he didn't like waiting.

There was nothing you could go to make it all better, but you hugged him all the same. He wasn't big on PDA, but it felt needed. And given how tense he was and the way he buried his head in your neck, he appreciated the gesture.

"What if-" He began but then broke off, stepping back from you and shaking his head.

"What if we took her in?" You finished for him, suspecting this had been coming from the start. You hadn't said anything to him, in case you'd found a relative who could take her, you didn't want to get his hopes up and then take them away.

"What do you think of that?" He asked. You hadn't really considered kids together, you were both so busy with work, and with everything that happened to Justin... It wasn't a subject Voight liked to dwell on, but you couldn't deny that you'd gotten your own hopes up about bringing Lily home as the weeks had gone by.

"I think she'd be lucky to have you as a dad," you told him honestly, taking his hand.

"You sure?" He checked, and although you weren't sure whether he was confirming whether you were sure about taking in Lily, or about him being a good dad, you nodded.

"Positive."

"Uncle Kev huh? I like the sound of that," a voice from the half open door pulled you both from your thoughts, jumping as you saw your brother, grinning with a file in his hand.

You laughed, "I guess it's settled then, all we have to do is ask Lily."

"And actually get all the paperwork done," Kev interjected, leaving the file on Voight's desk and leaving with a wink.

You shrugged and turned to Voight, "we can pull some strings."

He smiled, squeezing the hand that still held his and running his finger over your engagement ring, "let's do this."

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