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ikleesfiction · 4 years

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Will you follow through if I fall for you?

Fandom : One Chicago Word count : 2250 words Author note : My first dip on this fandom. Endgame would be Jay Halstead x reader. Jay will appear in the next part. Disclaimer

Part 1

You arrive at the swimming pool much later than you've wanted. You wish to get a few laps before the school kids coming for their class. But here you are, only begin to warm up, the raucous laughter of school kids echoing in the pool already.

You get into the deeper side of the pool, not wanting to interrupt the class or get interrupted. Starting your lap without forcing yourself. Ever since the incident, you have yet reached the perfect movement of your feet. Some day, like this morning, it was hurting so bad. Made you wish you don't have to get up from the bed.

But after about forty minutes of light swimming in the pool, you feel like it's getting better. You think you could swim for another ten minutes before coming up. As a challenge for yourself, you swim deeper and doing apnea. From your periphery, you can see three kids get closer to the deeper side of the pool and swimming playfully. You reach the poolside and come up for air, trying to see if the boys are safe enough or if you need to warn the teacher.

All of a sudden, one of the boys puts his hand up. Panicking, as he tries to get more air. You cannot spot the kid's friends. When you dive and swim to the boy as fast as your feet allowed, you see the other two boys pulling their friend's foot down. Not realizing that their friend is drowning.

Once you reach them, you pull the drowning boy up, bringing him to the poolside. The pool guard and the school teacher are ready to help you get the boy out of the pool. The boy is coughing water and keeps panicking. They try to calm him down so he can breathe. Shortly enough, the boy calms down and breathing through his sobs. Still in the water, you feel the boy's friends approaching. They gape in shock, realizing that their friend was almost drowned.

We're so sorry, Owen! I thought you're ready when we pull you in!!" said one of the friends.

"That was a dangerous thing to do, David. I told you, right before we get in the water. Nobody should swim on the deeper side of the pool. But you three even played in here. Someone could get seriously injured by your recklessness.", chides the teacher to her students.

"Yes, Miss, we are sorry," says the other boy from the pool.

"Now, everybody gets out of the water. We have to stop the class. I need to bring Owen to the hospital to make sure that he is not badly hurt. David and Noah, I will call your parents to report your behavior. You too, Owen. I will tell your mom the same at the hospital," declares the teacher.

""I called 9-1-1, paramedics are 3 minutes out, to bring him to the hospital," says the pool guard. "Nice save, by the way," the pool guard continues to acknowledge you.

"Nah, just lucky I saw them first," you object. Looking at the drowning boy, Owen, as the teacher called him, "You're gonna be okay, kid," you continue to soothe him.

Owen looks back at you, and through his hiccups, he says, "Thank you." You return him with a smile.

A moment later, you see Gabby Dawson and Sylvie Brett arriving. They check Owen and briefly pack him up to go to the hospital.

"Hey girl, nice to see you here," Sylvie greets you.

"I don't wanna be ungrateful, but I wish I didn't have to see you here, Syl," you reply, slightly amused.

"Eh, what can you do, right?" She remarks jokingly.

"Alright, we're ready to go, Owen. Let's go see your mom at Med", Gabby informs her patient.

"I'll follow you there. I need to wait until the subs teacher gets here to take over the class," The teacher tells Gabby. "Thank you again for saving my student," She earnestly says to you.

Gabby and Sylvie notice the encounter and raise their eyebrows in question.

Gabby then rolls the gurney out while Sylvie hangs back and grins at you, "You saved him from drowning? How's the table turned! The rescuee turns to be the rescuer!"

"Shut up, Brett!" you whisper-yelling, feeling embarrassed.

As you try to pull yourself out of the pool, your left hamstring suddenly cramps. "Argh!" you shout and let yourself back into the water.

"You okay?" Sylvie inspects you.

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine. I just need a cool-down lap, then I'll be okay. You better go catch Gabby before she leaves you here", you try to dismiss her.

"You sure you okay? Do you need a ride to go back from here? Your feet hurt because you sped up to save Owen, don't they?" Sylvie pries.

"No, I'm okay. It doesn't hurt much. Seriously, if it feels bad, you'll know, Syl. I won't shut up about my pain when I can badger you", you pull out another tactic to get rid of her worry.

"Alright then, you'll promise to go to your clinic if it gets worst, right?" Sylvie finally relents.

"Of course," you simply reply. You need Sylvie to leave soon because you want to give your left hamstring a massage. You are not going to do it under Sylvie's scrutiny.

"Okay, girl. See ya!" with that, Sylvie goes.

You have known Sylvie and Gabby, and also almost everybody from Firehouse 51, since that accident. You were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. Then Firehouse 51 got to rescue you. But the accident badly hurts your legs.

You were supposed to only stay in Chicago for 3 days for a business trip. But because of that accident, it becomes 3 months. You have to complete a series of treatments so you can gain full recovery of your leg movement. You cannot go back home. Your family cannot come to be with you for that long. You ought to rearrange your life and have been doing this treatment for the last couple of months.

You stay in the pool for another ten minutes before you could move with much less pain. Slowly getting out of the pool, then you go take a shower in the locker room. You decide that you need to go to the clinic, meet your physical trainer to check out your feet. It wasn't that you lied to Sylvie when you said that it doesn't hurt much, but you're on the last segment of your treatment. You don't want to take a risk and have to redo the treatment.

Now, if the treatment is successful, presumably you can leave Chicago in four weeks. As lovely as the city is, you don't want to risk staying longer in this city than you have to. You get a job that you love, that makes you travel all over the world. So being stuck here in Chicago, by yourself, feels like torture to you.

Firehouse 51 is very supportive of you once they know that you have to stay in the city by yourself to recover from your injury. They help whenever they can. Kelly Severide basically adopted you as his little sister since he's the one who pulled you from the incident scene. You're grateful for them, but it made you missed home more. At home, you are close to your parents. You're working with your best friends, surrounded by your favorite people. You still call them whenever you can. But their life continues while yours is stuck in Chicago.

You take a taxi to the clinic where you're treated. Crossing Chicago Med on the way, you remember hearing Gabby would take Owen here for further checkup. You hesitate slightly in front of the hospital entrance.

Maybe I can check on Owen one more time? Ensuring that there's nothing serious happening to him? You thought to yourself.

You ask the cab driver to pull over as you passed the hospital entrance.

You step to the ED nurse station, "Hi, Uhm, there's a boy, named Owen, that was brought here because of drowning. May I ask if he's doing okay?"

The nurse gives you a hard stare, "We cannot disclose any information about our patient to any non-family member, Miss,"

You scold yourself for being too soft-hearted. Naturally, the hospital will not tell you anything. For all they know, you could be a kidnapper, child abuser, or something similar.

You're just gearing yourself to leave, throwing an apologetic smile to the nurse, "Of course, I understand. Thank you,"

However, a doctor in dark scrub interrupted politely, "Who's asking?"

Looking up to the doctor, you see a "Connor Rhodes, M.D" embroidered on his scrub.

"Uhmm, my name is Y/N. I was there at the pool. He couldn't breathe for a moment when I pulled him out. I know the paramedics said he'd be okay, but I thought I could make sure, for my sanity, that Owen is going to be okay,"

The doctor and the nurse glance at each other, contemplate shortly before the doctor tells you to wait. He goes into one of the Trauma Rooms. You are just standing awkwardly at the nurse station, trying to be unobtrusive as possible.

Then a woman in a doctor's coat comes out from that Trauma Room, follows by another doctor in red scrub and Dr. Rhodes himself. Once they are in front of you, you can see "Natalie Manning, M.D" on the woman's coat.

"Are you the one who saved my son??" Dr. Manning stares at you with teary eyes.

"Err... I pulled him out of the water, yes. But the pool guard.."

"Before you can finish your sentence, you are hugged by the woman.

"Thank you so much! Thank you! I don't want to imagine what it would be if you're not there!"

Surprised by the hug, you're just awkwardly patting her back, looking at Dr. Rhodes and the other doctor behind her. You read, ".. Halstead M.D" on his chest, but unable to see his first name.

"Uhmm, I just happened to be there," You return, not knowing what to say. Dr. Manning lets you go from her hug after some time.

"Is he truly going to be fine? No water in his lungs?" you ask the doctors.

"We did a scan on his thorax. Nothing worrying is in his lungs. We will monitor him further. Hopefully, there'll be no sign of infection occurred. We can send him home tomorrow if all goes well," Dr. Halstead reveals.

"That's great to hear," you feel relieved after hearing that. "I hope Owen won't be afraid to be in the water again after the scare,"

"Well, I'm the one who's afraid to let him in the water now," retorts Dr. Manning. Her eyes are still watery, but her makeup is not smeared.

Stupid thing to notice, Y/N, you thought to yourself.

You pull out a pack of tissue from your bag and offer it to Dr. Manning, who receives it.

"I'm sorry I'm a mess. My name is Natalie Manning, Owen's mom. Here is Dr. Will Halstead, my fiance. You met Dr. Rhodes before,"

"Y/N Y/LN. Nice to meet you, even though the circumstance is not nice," you introduce yourself as you shake their hands.

"Seriously, thank you for saving Owen. How can we ever repay it to you?" Dr. Halstead sincerely says.

"Ah no, I did not do that or come here expecting anything. I'm just glad that you can let me know Owen is alright," you refuse.

"Why don't you come to our place for dinner someday when Owen is home?" Dr. Manning suggests.

"It's okay, doctor. There's no need for that.", you try to turn down their offer.

"Yeah, that's a great idea!" Dr. Halstead says. He pulls out his phone from his pocket. "Please put down your phone number here. We'll set up the dinner schedule" as he hands his phone to you.

You receive the phone, in reflex. "Truly, doctors, you don't have to do this. You don't even know me. What if I was lying to you?". These people were too trusting, you thought.

"His teacher told us what happened. Gabby Dawson also told us that her friend saved Owen. I could double-check with her if I ever doubt you. Not that I am, though," Dr. Manning explains.

"Dinner is the least we can do for you, Y/N. I could also ask my cop brother to come to dinner, in case you turn to be a villain", Dr. Halstead jests.

You snicker lightly. "Alright then, only a fool refused free dinner," as you put your number on Dr. Halstead's phone.

"Well, don't expect much from the dinner. These people are not known to be a good cook, you know", quips Dr. Rhodes.

"Just for that, Connor, you're not invited to dinner," Dr. Halstead points at him.

They laugh as you return the phone to Dr. Halstead. "I should go. Thank you again for letting me know about Owen. Hope he will back to the pool soon", say you with your cheeky grin.

"Thank you so much. You're such a good person. Saved my boy, came here to check on him, even gave me a tissue!" Dr. Manning lists to you as she dabs her eyes.

Dr. Halstead and Dr. Rhodes shake your hand goodbye. Dr. Manning gives you another hug before letting you exit the ED. None of the three doctors miss the limping on your left foot.

Next on this fic : Part 2

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detectivejay-chuckles-halstead · 4 years

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Jay Halstead x Reader

Description: 7x10 Fix-It

Words: 2683

Warnings: Major Character Whump, Canonical Gore

Pairings: Jay Halstead x Reader

Your day was going like any other, though you hadn’t heard from Jay for almost a full day. It worried you, yeah, but not overly so that you thought something might be wrong. It was slow so far at the firehouse, glad for that. Recently, it seemed like you were getting slammed all the time. It was a nice change of pace.

You’d just finished up the second call of the day around two when your phone rang from your pocket as you climbed off Truck 81. You definitely weren’t expecting Hailey’s caller ID to be coming up on your phone.

“Hey, girl, what’s up?” you asked with a smile, taking your bunker pants and your boots off, your free hand holding onto the truck. You were glad for that, hearing her sniffling.

“It’s Jay, Y/N. He got shot. It’s-” She sniffled again, clearing her throat. “It’s not looking good.” You heard her choke back a sob, which brought tears to your eyes, panic filling your body.

“Med?” you asked, needing to make sure you were going to go to the correct hospital.

“Yeah. You should hurry.” You nodded, as if she could see you before hanging up the phone. You shoved it back in your pocket before covering your mouth, your own sob catching in the back of your throat, echoing through the bay. You had to tell Casey you had to leave, you had to tell someone.

“Hey, you okay?” Severide asked, his hand coming down on your shoulder, pulling you out of your panic momentarily.

“I have-It’s Jay. Med,” you answered, not able to get a full sentence out, hoping he got the jist of it. Which, by the look on his face, he did.

“You go, I’ll tell Boden and Casey.” You nodded again before running out to your car. You didn’t care that your stuff was still in your locker, or that you were still in your fire shirt and tech pants. All you cared about was getting to Jay.

—–

“Hailey!” you called out, seeing her sitting in one of the waiting room chairs as soon as you ran through the door. She wasn’t the only one there. The entirety of Intelligence was there, as well as many other officers. But all you wanted was to talk to Jay’s partner, one of your closest friends.

“Y/N,” she answered as soon as you got to her, standing up and bringing you into a hug. You saw a glimpse of the red staining her shirt, her hands, knowing exactly what it was. “I’m so sorry.”

“Just,” you pulled away to look at her. “What happened?”

“Angela Nelson, Marcus West’s wife is what happened.” She didn’t need to tell you anymore of the story, being able to piece it together on your own. The two of you sat next to each other, holding each other’s hands as you waited. You couldn’t help but drown out the sound of everyone else talking around you, eyes locked on the sliding glass door, waiting for somebody to come tell you something.

—–

It couldn’t have been too much longer when you saw Will walk out. He looked defeated, but there were no tears in his eyes, so that had to be a good sign. Right?

You and Hailey stood as the rest of the Intelligence team stood around Will, looking at him intently, waiting for some good news.

“Hey everybody,” he said softly, looking at each of you. Until he locked eyes with you, knowing you were the most important person to Jay in the group. “I just talked to doctor Marcel. Uh. He said the bullet grazed an artery,” he began, vaguely motioning to his shoulder. “They’re still trying to repair it. But.” He shook his head, as if he was defeated.

“Will, is he going to be okay?” Voight asked, holding onto his vest as if it was the only thing that was keeping him there. Will swallowed hard, unable to keep eye contact with anybody. As much as you loved Jay, you knew Will loved him more. He was his brother, and had known him his whole life. It wasn’t fair to the man that he had to be the one to break terrible news about his own brother to people who had only known him a short time in the grand scheme of things.

“He’s lost a lot of blood.” He gently shook his head, hand tapping on his thigh, unable to say anything else. You knew it wasn’t good. Will wasn’t even telling you they were doing everything they could. You knew this could be it, that you could lose him. “Y/N, can I talk to you?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, following Will to the ED doctor’s lounge. He shut the door behind you, hand running over his face and through his hair with a deep sigh. “It’s not looking good, is it Will?”

“No,” he answered, eyes rimmed red as you saw tears drip down his cheeks. “He’s my baby brother, Y/N, and we might lose him.” The two of you embraced each other in a tight hug, both reluctant to let go.

“I should probably go check on the others,” you finally said, wiping the tears from your eyes as you pulled away, sniffling.

“I’ll let you know when I have an update,” he assured you, nodding in agreement before you turned away from him.

You didn’t know what would happen if something were to happen to Jay, where that would leave you and Will. It wasn’t like you could blame him. He had nothing to do with what happened to Jay, or with how all of this might end. The thing was, though, he reminded you of Jay. And that was what scared you, because what if you weren’t able to handle that if something catastrophic happened?

You didn’t dwell on it for long, stopping to get a couple of coffees for you and Hailey on the way. A lot was on your mind, truly.

“Here you go,” you said softly, handing her one of the coffees as you sat next to her, hand on her shoulder. You could see that she’d been crying, not able to blame her. It was a tough situation, and you knew it was even more complicated.

“He’s going to freak out when he wakes up,” she told you. You knew she was talking to get her mind off the different possibilities, would have done the same if you could find the courage in yourself to talk at all. But you didn’t want to risk breaking down.

“The man hates needles.” She shook her head silently with a smile. “I can’t figure him out. He’s the first one through the door, a war vet,” she said, seeming to not be able to stress the war veteran aspect hard enough. “And he’d rather take a bullet than get the flu shot.” She chuckled.

“Hailey. I know how hard this must be for you,” you replied softly, feeling a very similar pain.

“It’s always hard when something like this happens,” she corrected.

“It’s hard because you love him.”

You didn’t care that she loved him. It was something that she’d never admit to you, despite being best friends. You both knew who he’d chosen, that it wasn’t going to change. But you couldn’t just deny her feelings because you were in a relationship with him. You both loved him, and the only thing you could do for each other while waiting for fate to decide what was going to happen was be there for each other.

“Of course I love him. He’s my partner,” she answered, and you didn’t push it further. It was your way of letting her know that you knew, and that you didn’t care. It didn’t affect your relationship with her. Now, all the two of you could do was wait.

—–

It felt like you’d just started to nod off in your seat when you felt a hand on your knee, opening your eyes to see Will kneeling in front of you. A quick glance outside showed the sun had already set, not sure how much time had passed. You didn’t want to look back at him, not sure what he was about to tell you.

“He’s out of surgery,” he told you, voice just above a whisper. Again, you didn’t look at him, looking around to see who was still there. It was just Hailey.

“Can I see him?” you asked, finally looking at him. It looked like he’d been crying, so you didn’t know what to expect.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” You didn’t understand, looking at him dumbfounded. Will stood up, you following suit as he walked you back to the doctor’s lounge again.

“Will, how bad is it?” you asked him, not sure what to expect. There was a lot you weren’t sure about when it came to this entire situation.

“It’s not good, Y/N,” he answered, a hand running over a tired looking face. “He’s out of surgery, which in itself is a good thing. He lost a lot of blood, and they’re still giving him more. The bullet did a lot of damage though, to his shoulder. There’s a lot we won’t know until he wakes up.”

“Why can’t I see him then, Will?” That was what you really wanted to know, knowing Will wasn’t telling you the whole story. “What’s so bad that it would be a bad idea?”

“After his surgery, they tried taking the breathing tube out, letting him breathe on his own. He didn’t. So they had to put it back in. Reintubation after a trauma is…It’s a bad sign about what his brain is doing. They’re saying it’s possible there wasn’t enough blood flow and oxygen to his brain, so he might have brain damage. Not to mention his skull is broken in three different spots. Plus, he doesn’t look like Jay right now with all of the bruising.”

“None of that matters, Will. I want to see him,” you insisted. You’d deal with all of that when he woke up, because you were adamant that he would wake up. He was a fighter. Always had been, and that wasn’t going to change. “Please.”

“Okay,” he agreed, leading you upstairs. As much as you wanted to see him, you were terrified. You didn’t know how bad it was, the only thing in your mind was what your imagination could come up with to fill in the blanks. Hailey had seen him, and by the amount of blood that stained her hands, you knew he’d bled a lot.

The air in the ICU felt different, the energy a lot more somber than downstairs. Which was surprising, seeing as nearly the entirety of the CPD had come in and out of the waiting room throughout the day, checking to see if Jay was going to be okay. This was a different kind of somber. It wasn’t a waiting game, but more of a purgatory. Each person was caught between the living and the dead, and Jay was now one of them.

“I’m going to head home for the night. Do you want me to bring you some clothes in the morning? I can get you some scrub pants to wear for the night so you don’t have to sleep in those pants,” he offered before you walked into Jay’s room. You wondered if Will had even seen his brother, knowing he probably hadn’t built up the courage to do it yet.

“Yes please. I’ll text you if anything changes.” He just nodded, walking off to get you those pants.

You couldn’t help but hesitate with your hand on the door. It didn’t help that the door was made of a hazed glass, so you could see his silhouette in the bed, just no details. And you wished you could go back to that ignorance when you pushed the door open, your breath catching in the back of your throat and a sob building in your chest – one that you dare not let out.

They’d taped together the cuts on his face. One looked like it had stitches just above his eyebrow. The bruising was what got to you. You’d figured since he’d lost so much blood, he wouldn’t have bruised. Afterall, bruises were just an accumulation of blood, right? But you’d been wrong. His arm was in a sling, the bulkiness of the surgical dressings visible under his gown. His eyes were closed, and he would have looked peaceful. If it hadn’t been for the tube down his throat and the whirring of the ventilator.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled to yourself, covering your mouth with your hand. You wanted to walk to him, to hold his hand to make sure he was really alive. But fear held you firmly in your spot in the doorway.

“You’re not going to break him,” Will assured you when he walked back in. You looked up at him, his eyes locked on his brother. Not like you could blame him. “Here’s those scrub pants for you. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You wanted to ask him to stay with you that night, but didn’t want to push it, knowing he was handling things his own way. When he left again, you changed into the scrub pants before sitting in the chair next to Jay’s bed on his good side so that you could hold his hand.

He was so cold, skin pale. There was no wonder why he had so many blankets piled on him, why the room was kept so warm. You could see the blood running into his veins, hoping it would help.

“You’re going to be okay,” you told him, subconsciously for yourself. “I love you.”

—–

Eight days. He’d been in the ICU for eight days, and there seemed to be no change. His prognosis was looking pretty grim. Whenever you weren’t at the firehouse, you were at the hospital. It was rough on you, but you had to be there for him. In case…

“You should go home,” Voight told you when he walked in to see you slumped over on Jay’s bed, half asleep.

“Have to be here if he wakes up,” you answered, looking up at the older man, just getting a sigh and nod in return. He sat in the free chair on the other side of Jay, leaning back and looking at his detective. You closed your eyes again, not paying any attention to the Sergeant. That’s when you felt it. It was the tiniest of things, but it was the biggest thing that could happen.

“Jay,” you said to him, sitting up, hand still firmly in his as he squeezed your hand again. “Baby, I’m here.” You gently stroked the side of his face. “Can you open your eyes?”

It took a minute for his eyelids to flutter open, eyes meeting yours. He looked beaten, worn out, but it was a step in the right direction. His eyes weren’t open for long before he shut them again, relaxing back into the bed. You couldn’t help but smile, tears in your eyes. Maybe he would be okay after all?

—–

“Give me a big cough, Jay,” Marcell instructed three days later after Jay had passed all of the tests. He struggled, but Marcell was able to get the tube out. “Your throat is going to be sore for a few days, okay? Might not be able to talk very well.” Jay nodded, eyes half closed.

All of this was rough on him, wearing out quickly. It was becoming pretty normal for him to only be awake for an hour at a time, if that.

“You scared us, Jay,” you told him as he reached up to wipe the tears from your eyes with his thumb. “Don’t you ever do that again.”

“I’ll do my best,” he said slowly, softly. Just hearing his voice was enough to finally know that he was going to be okay. “I love you.”

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yespleasetommyshelby · 4 years

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Adam Ruzek Song imagine ~ Say you won’t let go James Arthur

(It’s pretty long and I can’t figure out how to put a ‘keep reading’ thingy, also the ending is kinda crap as I wasn’t sure where I was going with this... anyways, enjoy!)

‘I met you in the dark, you lit me up, you made me feel as though, I was enough... We danced the night away, you drank too much, I held your hair back when you were throwing up...’

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked as me and April walked down the cold streets of Chicago, I’d just finished my first shift at Chicago med and she insisted on taking me out to celebrate even though she had work in the morning.

“I can handle myself, but you need to celebrate!” She exclaimed with a grin just as we reached a small-ish bar that sat on the corner of the street. “Welcome to Molly’s!” She grinned as she pushed the door open, the smell of booze hitting me in the face in an instant.

Looking around I saw a few people that I had recogonised from them coming into med in the last few hours, such as Kelly Severide, a lieutenant from firehouse 51 who had come in to see April, speaking of which.

“Hey, you wanna come to the bar?” She grinned as she looked her arm through mine and practically dragged me through the crowd to the bar.

A few minutes later she had disappeared with Kelly leaving me at the bar drinking on my own, until a figure dropped down onto the stool besides me, looking over I spotted a tall guy with slightly blonde/brown hair and a smile that could melt an iceberg, seriously.

“What’s a pretty girl doing all alone?” He asked looking at me briefly before ordering another beer.

“I was with a friend but it seems like I’ve been ditched for a fire fighter.” I laughed slightly looking behind him to where April and Kelly were sat laughing together. “My names y/n y/l/n by the way.” I smirked lifting my drink to my lips.

“Adam Ruzek.” He smirked back, holding his hand out for me to shake.

A couple of hours and multiple drinks later it was fair to say that I was definitely feeling the effects of the drinks, I had spent the last hour ‘dancing’ in the corner with Ruzek, well, I danced and Adam made sure no guys could get to me in my state.

“I don’t feel good.” I muttered as I dropped down into the seat besides Adam, head pounding and the familiar feeling brewing in my stomach. “I need some air.” I muttered quickly pushing myself up and rushing outside before I emptied the contents of my stomach into the trash can outside.

I groaned as I felt a large, warm pair of hands brush over my shoulder, pulling my hair away from my face as I continued to throw up.

“Sorry.” I muttered as I stood up straight and wiped my mouth with my hand before rubbing them on my trousers, gross I know.

“C’mon, let’s get you home.” Adam chuckled slightly, putting his arm around my shoulder.

‘Then you smiled over your shoulder, for a second I was stone-cold sober... I pulled you closer to my chest... And you asked me to stay over, I said I already told ya, I think that you should get some rest...’

“Thank you.” I smiled as I put my key into the lock on my front door, a short walk that took twice as long due to my stumbling and asking stupid questions. Looking over my shoulder I couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted as my eyes met his, a feeling I had never felt or even knew how to describe until now. “You sure you don’t want to stay?” I asked for the thousandth time since we’d left Molly’s, yet everytime I’d get the same answer.

“I’ve told you, get some rest and text me in he morning.” He smiled shaking his head before he stepped foreward and pulled me into his chest, my arms wrapping around his waist while his cane around me completely.

“Are you sure?” I asked looking up at him resting my chin on his chest, laughing as he sarcastically rolled his eyes and looked down at me.

“I’m sure, but text me in the morning so I know you’re alright.” He said kissing the top of my head quickly before pulling away completely.

“Goodbye Adam.” I grinned stupidly as he started to walk away.

“Goodbye y/n.” He smirked looking back quickly before shaking his head and walking away.

‘I knew I loved you then, but you’ll never know, ‘cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go... I know I needed you, but I never showed, I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old...’

“Ready?” Hank asked as his head appeared from behind the door, smile on his face as he walked into the room adjusting his tie slightly. “You look beautiful, you ready?”

Smiling to myself I looked down at what I was wearing, a long white gown with a heart shaped top, the perfect dress for the perfect wedding to the perfect man.

“Hell yeah I’m ready.” I grinned putting my arm through his, after meeting Adam I got to know the whole team from intelligence, Hank had taken on a father kind of role so it only felt right having him give me away, since my own father had died when I was younger.

I couldn’t hide the smile on my face as I walked down the aisle towards Adam, stood in his suit and tie, Kevin and Jay by his side, all three wearing the biggest smiles I had ever seen. I chuckled slightly as I watched Kev nudge Adam slightly after he wiped a stray tear that had escaped. While I tried to listen to what the priest was saying I had trouble tearing my eyes away from my husband to be, seems like he was having the same trouble as the poor priest had to try a couple of times to get his attention for the vows.

“Y/N, you are the most perfect person I have ever met, and probably ever will. I still remember the first night I met you, I saw you sitting at the bar in Molly’s and with a little liquid encouragment, and a nudge from Kev.” He pauses as he looked behind at Kevin and gave him a small, grateful nod. “I gave it a shot, we spent the night dancing and laughing, I even held your hair while you threw up in a trash can.” He chuckled making me groan as the rest of our guests laughed. “But I knew then, the moment you looked up at me outside your old place, that I wasn’t gunna let you go, there was just something about you that I couldn’t get out of my head for the next few days.” He shook his head slightly, as a lone tear fell down his cheek, his eyes met mine as I reached up and wiped it away trying to keep my own tears in. “I love you, so, so much.”

“I love you too, ever since you didn’t just walk past and leave me to fall into a trash can of my own puke.” I grinned laughing slightly. “You are the one person that I could never see myself without, no matter how I imagine my future you are always there, for better or for worse.” I winked making him laugh. “I’ll love you forever Adam Ruzek, nothing will ever change that.”

“You may now kiss the bride!” The priest announced, wasting no time Adam pulled me towards him and dipped us before he placed his lips on mine, the perfect end to the perfect wedding.

‘I’ll wake you up with some breakfast in bed, I’ll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head... I’ll take the kids to school, wave them goodbye, and I’ll thank my lucky stars for that night...’

*Adam’s POV*

“Alright, on the count of three, ready?” I whispered looking down at the twins, Amelia and Amber, only six years old and their already so much like their mother, kind, caring but with a temper that one day will probably make a grown man cry. “Three... Two... One!” I counted down before I opened the bedroom door, huge grins on their faces as they ran in and started to jump on the bed.

“I’m up! I’m up!” I could hear her laughing as she grabbed onto the twins and pulled them down next to her before she leant over them and their angelic laugh filled my ears as she tickled them.

“Happy birthday!” I grinned as I walked over placing the tray of pancakes and orange juice on the bed side drawers before leaning down and placing my lips to hers, a feeling that after seven years of marriage and nine years together I still haven’t got used to.

“Thank you.” She mumbled kissing me once more before her attention was taken by the twins groaning and putting their hands over their eyes. “Oh shush, you’re gunna be late for school if we don’t get going.” She told them going to get out of bed before I put my hands on her shoulder and pushed her back down.

“I am on it, you finish your breakfast and wait here, I’ll be back.” I winked before rounding up the girls and ushering them downstairs, into their coats and shoes before rushing out the door, barely making it on time.

“Bye daddy!” They both waved as I watched them walk into their school, big smiles on their faces as I waved back.

“Baby?” I called quietly as I got back home, hearing nothing but silence I crept into our shared bedroom and could make a y/n shaped lump under the covers. How did I get so lucky the night I met her..?

‘I’m gunna love you till, my lungs give out... I promise til death we part, like in our vows... So I wrote this song for you, now everybody knows, that it’s just you and me till we’re grey and old... Just say you won’t let go...’

*Y/N POV*

I groaned as I put my key into the lock, a long day at med and all I wanted was to get inside, flip on the couch and eat a ton of ice cream, however as I opened the door I had a feeling that my plans were going to change.

“Happy anniversary.” Adam smiles from his place at the dinner table, candles and rose petals littering the top and creating a path towards him.

“Oh, Adam.” I sighed happily as I watched him stand up and walk over to me, taking my bag from me he dropped it at his feet before he stood behind me and removed my coat as gently as possible.

“Where are the twins?” I asked concerned, there’s no way they’d be okay with going to bed early, especially not on a Friday.

“Hayley and Kim give them for the night, their fine.” He smirked as I realised he’d had this under control.

“I love you so much.” I grinned turning and looking up at him, my arms going round his waist as his rested on my back, just like the day we had met.

“I will love you until my dying breath, I promise you that.” He mumbled resting his chin on top of my head sighing contemptly.

As long as he never let’s go, I’ll die happy...

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