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Protective - *NSFW*
Summary : When avoiding your over protective brother can lead to some good sex
Pairing : Dante Torres x Atwater!reader
Warning/s: Smut
Under 18s DNI
Having a brother in the best unit in the city had some perks but there were also a lot of disadvantages. When your boyfriend messaged saying that he had found your handbag in his car when he got to work this morning you thought nothing about just turning the car around and going to meet him to get it back. You had also forgotten you were in the same clothes you were in last night when Kevin came around to see you before you headed out on your date.
“Ah little Atwater. You want up to intelligence?” Trudy asked and you nodded
“Yeah please Trudy” You smiled and she walked out from behind her desk walking you up to intelligence.
“Thank you Trudy” You smiled as she walked away. Dante instantly smiled over as he saw you.
“Hey Y/N what are you doing here?” Kevin asked walking over as he spotted you
“I left my bag at Molly’s last night. I know it was stupid but there was nothing in it but make-up touch up and perfume. Torres found it and I’m now just here to collect it” You smiled
“You’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday” You looked down at your outfit due to your brothers words
“I wear outfits more than once” You shrug as he gives to the protective look
“I don’t trust you. I’ll find out who it is” He replied and you rolled your eyes.
“I promise I will and I’ll hurt him”
“Okay Kevin. You’re jumping to conclusions that there’s even anyone there” Kevin gave you a look as you rolled your eyes walking over to Dante.
“I just left it in my car” He smiled
“Okay. I’ll walk down with you” You shrug before following him downstairs and out to his car
“It’s quite fun avoiding your brother” He hummed standing in front of you as you leaned against his car
“Is that right? You could have reminded me to get changed!” You exclaimed. You were hiding your relationship because Kevin typically scared all of your boyfriends off.
“Oops” He smirked and you shook your head. Dante leaned down pressing a kiss to your lips
“My house tonight?” He asked against your lips
“Sounds like a plan to me, officer” You hummed.
A couple hours later you were sitting in Dante’s house after he got home from work. You were meant to be watching a movie but in all honesty you were far more interested in him.
“Enjoying the sight?” He teased with a smirk and you nodded.
“I don’t know who wouldn’t. But they better not. You’re mine” You hummed as he moved so he was now on top of you. His arms holding him up next to your head
“Oh yeah? That right?” He teased and you nodded
“I’ll kill them if they look at you” You hummed
“I’d have to arrest you then” He replied
“Hot” You shrugged and he smirked
“Oh yeah?” You nodded looking up at him
“Let’s see if you’re saying that later then Querida” You could feel the heat between your legs as he called you darling in Spanish.
“Bedroom” He whispered against your ear before moving away. You happily complied walking through to the bedroom stripping off your clothes as you did. Laying on the bed as Dante walked in the room
“mi niña hermosa” He whispered and you smiled putting your body weight on your forearms as he walked over taking his shirt off. You frowned as you saw new cuts and bruises on his chest.
“Baby” You whispered running your fingertips over them
“No. Tonight is all about you Querida” You smiled lying back as he carefully pushed you back. In one swift move he moved your panties down your legs and threw them to the other side of the room. His fingers moving from your hips down to your lips, barely touching you as he spread your wetness. Your hips moved subconsciously as you wanted his touch more and more. Sex with Dante was now something you craved. He moved up kissing you as his fingers began to rub circles on your clit.
“More please” You whispered as he pressed kisses along your jaw, one finger sliding into you followed by a second causing a moan to escape from your lips. Dante with his other hand palmed his cock before pulling his boxers down and pushing in, filling you up. Dantes fingers are still working their magic on your clit as you grabbed the sheets on his bed. Head thrown back as you clenched around him, moans now more frequent as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten
“Ven querida” Dante’s Spanish was all you needed to push you over the edge. Your body feeling as it was falling apart as Dante continued to thrust into, his thrusts now becoming more staggered. After a moment he pulled out, pressing a kiss to your head as you came back around from your high.
“Querida. Need anything?” He asked and you shook your head
“Just to clean up” You smiled now looking up at him. Dante disappeared for a moment before coming back with a cloth to clean you up.
“Are you sure? No fruit juice, a little snack?” He asked being the complete gentleman that he was
“No. I’m okay I promise” You smiled as he wrapped his arms around you
“What inspired that sex?” You asked looking up at him
“The fun of hiding from your brother”
#reader x dante torres#dante torres x reader#dante torres#kevin atwater#kevin atwater image#kevin atwater x reader#kevin atwater x sister#atwater!sister#chicago pd imagine#chicago pd x reader
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don't you love her
#𝐢. 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— em not erin.#large image /#she looks at kevin the way i too would look at mr kevin atwater <3#they are besties ur honor i dont CARE if its not canon
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Images from the translated yugioh manga
#my hand slipped#I need to read more of this#adam fucking around#yugioh#web weave#webweaving#yugioh manga#Spotify#puzzleshipping
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(PDF) Oxford Textbook of Advanced Heart Failure and Cardiac Transplantation by Michael Domanski
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Table of Contents
Foreword
1. Advanced heart failure in perspective, Marc A. Pfeffer, Michael Domanski and Mandeep R. Mehra
2. Cell biology of heart failure, Kenneth B. Marguiles and J.Eduardo Rame
3. Physiology and hemodynamic assessment of the failing heart: Current knowledge and unmet needs for advanced heart failure, Julia Shin, Mandeep R. Mehra and Ileana Pena
4. Transplantation immunology, James F. George
5. Implantable devices for cardiovascular monitoring, Max J. Liebo and W.H. Wilson Tang
6. Endomyocardial biopsy in the failing heart, Michael J. Domanski, Mark Halushka and Sean Pinney
7. Imaging in advanced heart failure, Mayank Kansal, Manish Bansal, Jagat Narula and Partho P Sengupta
8. Pharmologic management of advanced heart failure, Akshay S. Desai and Marc A. Pfeffer
9. Arrhythmias in heart failure: The AV node and above, Steven Stevens, Kalyanam Shivkumar and Noel G. Boyle
10. Ventricular Arrhythmias in Heart Failure, John D. Ferguson and John P. DiMarco
11. Cardiac Resynchronization, James P. Daubert, Brett Atwater and Kevin Jackson
12. Advanced heart failure in valvular heart disease, Blase A. Carabello
13. High risk heart failure surgery: strategies for coronary artery bypass grafting and valve surgery in patients with reduced ejection fraction, Marzia Leacche, Garrick C. Stewart and John G. Byrne
14. Mechanical circulatory support: patient selection, optimization and inpatient management of the LVAD patient, Michael J. Domanski and Mandeep R. Mehra
15. Mechanical circulatory support: outpatient management, Mandeep R. Mehra and Michael J. Domanski
16. Cardiac transplantation overview, Joann Lindenfeld
17. Immunosuppression strategies, Jon A. Kobashigawa
18. Rejection surveillance, type and treatment, Natasha Lipson and Sean P. Pinney
19. Complications after cardiac transplantation, Howard J. Eisen and Thomas J. Vischer
20. Right heart failure: Anatomy physiology and patho-biology, Thomas G. DiSalvo and Simon Maltais
21. Right ventricular failure: Clinical features and management, Thomas G. DiSalvo and Simon Maltais
22. Pulmonary arterial hypertension, Myung Park
23. End of life care in advanced heart failure, Jessi Khangura and Sarah J. Goodlin
24. Future directions in advanced heart failure, Michael Domanski, Mark Pfeffer and Mandeep R. Mehra
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The Waiting Room
Summary: As the team wait for news on Kim, the reader experiences some troubles of their own.
Fandom: Chicago PD
Pairing: Kevin Atwater x Reader (Can be platonic or pre-romance)
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Panic Attack, swearing
Word Count: 1798
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To say it had been a long night would be the most profound understatement, you and the rest of Intelligence sat staring at the walls of the waiting room. Adam sat next to Trudy, her hands clasped over one of his, grounding him to her as he pensively jogged his leg up and down. Anxiety was rolling off him in waves. Hailey was staring vacantly at the floor, hair in disarray, tears now dry on her cheeks, Jay had a hand on her knee but you could plainly see he was lost in his own thoughts from the evening’s events. He had been the one to find Kim with Kevin after all, the one to drive hell for leather as he looked back at Kevin cradling one of his oldest friends in his arms, urging her to stay with him.
You rubbed at your eyes, a sharp pain radiating through your skull. It was the lack of sleep and the abundance of stress, that you knew. Desperate for the news about Kim to be positive, the team couldn’t take another heartbreak, not now. Not Kim. Your red-eye coffee of one hour ago rolled unforgivingly in your stomach, with nothing else in your body to hold it down, it was making you queasy. Kevin was sitting next to you, eyes wide with fear as he too stared at whatever point he had found across the waiting room. He fiddled absentmindedly with one of his bracelets, the one that had a charm Kim had given him for a previous birthday. You gently placed a hand on Kevin’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. He glanced at you with something that he thought might pass as a smile, but he looked lost at sea.
Voight stood away from the rest of you, arms folded tight across his body, jaw clenched in that sour way it would whenever he was pissed and worried at the same time. He and Hailey had been the last to arrive, though you just figured they had come the furthest, in terms of travel time, after the chaos of everything. Nothing else crossed your mind except the idea that your colleagues, your friends, were in the most harrowing wait for news that they had experienced for a while. And you were in that wait with them, Kim was a sister to you. She was resilient, kind, sharp-witted, loving and so goddamn smart. You feel your heart ache at the thought of the condition she must be in, your mind had only what you heard over the radio to supply the worst images you could think of. You dread to discover what it was exactly she had been put through.
You thought about Makayla, how Kim and Adam were just starting to make a new life for that sweet little girl. You prayed to whatever cosmic deity might be kicking around in the universe that, if for no other reason, Kim would make it for Makayla. She had to, they both deserved each other.
Exhaustion burns at your eyes, and you let your hand slip from Kevin’s shoulder. Crossing your arms over your aching and cold body, shifting in the uncomfortable hospital chair to find a somewhat reasonable position. Letting your eyes close for a moment, willing the throbbing ache in your brain to go away already.
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It’s the loud clatter of doors further down the hallway being shoved open and the sound of another family’s chaos that startles you awake. You sit up ramrod straight, your back twinging mercilessly in protestation. You had been dreaming restlessly, flashes of Kim’s body being beaten and vilified were on a glitching loop, overlaid with Mikayla’s distressed cries and Kevin’s bereft wails of grief. Your nails dig into the skin of your palm, your heart won’t stop racing and you’re willing it to stop. Just stop. Unbeknownst to you, your sharp pants had caught the attention of Voight and of Kevin, you swayed in your sitting position, eyes fixed to your boots as you pushed desperately at your chest through your POLICE vest, willing your body to slow the fuck down. Licking your lips and trying to catch your breath as your fingertips began to tingle. Hot, prickly, sweat radiating up through your arms, the sounds of the waiting room and hospital hubbub only got further away as your blood rushed loudly in your ears, a high-pitched ringing invading your senses. You buckle forward in your chair, hands on your knees as you desperately try to find air to suck in.
The team is looking at you know, Trudy’s face etched in concern as Kevin turns to rub your back.
“Hey, Y/N. Hey, come on now. You gotta breathe for me, alright? I got you. You’re gonna take my hand, alright?”
You blindly reach for Kevin’s hand, feeling his warmth seep into your clammy one as you squeeze his hand tight, seeking to find control through his contact.
“I c-can’t, breathe…” You exhale shakily, eyes leaking tears as the pins and needles make your whole body feel like it’s made of molasses. You feel sick.
His voice is calm and hushed, it reaches you somewhere, like sunshine on your face.
“Yes you can, you can. I know you got this. Listen to my voice, huh? Just listen to me, Y/N. Breathe in for me, and then breathe out, slow, keep it slow, and follow me. I got you.”
You try to follow Kevin’s encouragement, inhaling as your body shudders with the effort, listening to the calm counts of “1…2…3…exhale, 1…2…3…There you go, you got it. Alright, here we go. You got it.” He stays holding your hand, a gentle thumb rubbing the back of it as he keeps counting for you. The minutes tick by as you work to get your body under control.
Voight looks to the rest of the team and then back at you, his stomach knots at the thought of the strain you were all under. It wasn’t something he could fix, even if he had tried to already with Hailey. Unbeknownst to all of you.
Trudy pats Adam’s hand as she gets up to find you some water from a cooler, he glances at you worriedly even though he’s drowning in his own thoughts. Jay and Hailey look on in concern too but figure Kev has it under control. And he does.
Your eyes are half shut, exhaustion rolling through you as you finally feel the room’s ambiance filter back through your ears, you keep breathing deliberate slow breaths, in and out, in and out… Kevin’s voice is closer now, still like warm rays over your skin. Your neck is covered in goosebumps, but this time in relaxation.
“You good, Y/N?” Kevin murmurs, keeping one hand in yours, the other resting on your back.
“Yeah, Kev. Thanks… thank you.” Your voice is quiet and tired but relieved to have some control again.
You feel a bit embarrassed, everybody was going through the same night. You think to yourself that, hell, if anybody should be having a breakdown it should be Adam. But you know the team is dealing with it in their own way, and you’d be shut down by all of them for even suggesting you weren’t allowed to feel and react the way you just had.
A cup of water appears in your eye-line and you look up, it’s Trudy’s worried face. You smile weakly at her, taking the cup with your free hand.
“Thank you, Sarge. Appreciate it.” She nods, patting your shoulder before resuming her hold on Adam.
You sip cautiously at the water, feeling the cool liquid move inside your body, it was an odd yet comforting sensation. Feeling better with every passing moment, even if your worry for Kim still remained entrenched.
“You need anything, Y/N?” Kevin asks, and you take the time to look at him too. Hoping to convey your gratitude on your face.
“I’m alright, Kev. Thank you for being here.”
“You know I got time for you, whatever you need.”
“I hope you know the same goes for you.” You squeeze his hand and he nods in affirmation. He knew you’d do anything for him, for any of your team. And he was only glad he could do something for you too.
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Night turns into morning, you had all become only more bleary-eyed as the hours had passed. Eventually, a doctor comes out to tell you that Kim had been stabilised but would be in the ICU and monitored for days yet, it’s with this news that Adam is allowed to go and be by her side.
Voight steps out from his corner of the waiting room, looking at all of you.
“Okay, we know she’s stable. You guys get home, get some rest. I’ll make sure updates are pinged to all of us.”
Reluctantly, all of you stand, stretching out seized limbs and weary bones. Picking up your various belongings as you shuffle away from the waiting room, trading artificial strip lights overhead for crisp Chicago air and the sunrise on your faces.
“Y/N, hold up!” It’s Kevin jogging over to you, you had been riding with Trudy but she was staying behind, so you were waiting for a taxi to the district to get your car.
“You need a ride?”
“It’s alright, Kev, you just get home.”
“Nah, I’m not letting you get a taxi. Come on, I gotta get some stuff from the district anyway.”
Given how dead on your feet you were, you couldn’t find it within yourself to pursue this polite and selfless endeavour, figuring you might as well go with Kevin if he was going that way. You’d prefer that, without a doubt.
“Okay, thanks. Yeah, that’d be great.”
Kevin smiles, gesturing with his head towards where he had parked, walking to his car with you in tow.
As he pulls out of the parking lot, you feel the heaters through the seat come to life, your muscles thrum in gratitude as you feel yourself thaw out, aches eased by the warmth of Kevin’s car. Using your jacket as a pillow you rest your head against the window, half-listening to the quiet music Kevin had put on as you let yourself doze for the journey to the district. He glances in your direction, letting out an exhale of relief at seeing you more comfortable than you had been in the hospital.
It had been a horrific ordeal for you all, and he only had hopes that you’d all be okay in time. Most of all Kim, Adam, and Makayla, but he couldn’t help feeling that strong hope for you too. He wanted you to be alright, and he’d do whatever he could to make that happen.
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Fin.
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"Made for Each Other" - UPSTEAD (9x10)
Description: Missing scenes from the episode (9x10) that I think should have happened. Enjoy Reading.
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*Prov Jay*
Jay and Kevin have just finished questioning another suspect on their list.
Since Voight had sent the two of them to interrogate ex-convicts or those suspected in the past of inappropriate contact with young children, he tried not to pay attention to the way Atwater's gaze fell on him from time to time.
He wondered how much longer his friend could stand to not ask some question about his marriage to Hailey.
They didn't want to make a secret of it, and truth be told, both he and Hailey felt proud and happy that they were finally officially married. Never in his life had he felt so good, so complete as he did yesterday when he vowed his love and fidelity to his beloved.
He couldn't stop looking at the black ring and just like now, when he was looking at it, he had images of the happiest and most important event in his life so far in front of his eyes.
- So - he heard the voice of Kevin sitting next to him, so he looked at him with one eyebrow raised, waiting for what he suspected was to come. - I don't know whether to be offended that I didn't get to be a witness at your wedding, or happy that I didn't have to compete with Adam for best man at your wedding.
- I'm sorry, what? - laughed Jay in disbelief as he stared straight ahead at the road as if nothing had happened.
- Although no. I'd give anything to hear him tell you he kicked your ass at the range once (from the author: I know there was never a scene like that on the show, but if there was, I'd like to see a competition between Adam and Jay. I think it would be hilarious) - Kevin laughed.
- Are you serious? - asked Jay, wondering if his friend's head was okay. Kevin shook his head and laughed even louder.
- First of all, Adam has never ever won with me, especially at the range, and if he told you that, then fatherhood has boosted his ego too much. - Jay shook his head. After all, even Makayla knows that Uncle Jay is the best. Duh. - And secondly, how do you know that both of you would be my best man? - Jay turned in his chair, so he could see Kevin more clearly.
- Well I don't know about Adam, but you and I are best mates after all. - Kevin smiled broadly and turned back to Jay, who didn't really know what was going on. - Besides, and what I think is most important, I would give you the best bachelor party ever. - Kevin added proudly, which made Jay laugh.
God, it was a good thing he missed it, because he was terrified of what was going to happen there.
- I'm glad it didn't happen - he said, grimacing as he imagined what the night might have been like.
- You're hurting me, my friend - said Kev in a serious voice, and for confirmation he grabbed his heart with one hand and put it on the steering wheel.
- Oh sorry - replied Jay, trying to sound just as serious, but this whole conversation seemed so comical to him that he didn't last long and burst out laughing, and a moment later Kevin joined him.
- But seriously - Atwater spoke up again as he stopped the car at the next spot and looked at Jay - I've known you for so many years now, and I've seen you through a lot of hard times and a lot of good times, but never since we've been working together have I seen you as happy as you are right now. I'm proud of your brother.
His friend's words made a huge impression on him, and he struggled for a moment to find the words to express how grateful he was for those words.
Because Kevin was right. For years, he couldn't find peace and something that made him complete. After what he had seen during his deployment to Afghanistan and what he had experienced here in Chicago, it was hard for him to believe that something good and something so wonderful would ever happen to him again.
And when Hailey came into his life, it all made sense, and he finally believed that he deserved love and a life with the woman of his life.
He felt that now he was not missing anything. Well, almost.
- Thank you - he replied and Kev nodded and they both went back to work.
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*Prov Hailey*
Hailey was still studying the file on the suspect, she and Kim and Adam were preparing to raid his house, when she heard Adam's quiet voice.
- When were you going to brag?
- Excuse me? - Hailey raised her head at her friend without understanding, and when Adam pointed to the ring soon everything seemed clear. - This. Umm - she gasped for air, not knowing what to say, and wishing Jay had been there to save her in situations like this.
It's not that she didn't want to tell her friend or that she wanted to hide the fact that she got married, but she just didn't feel comfortable talking about such intimate things from her life. Even when it came to Adam.
On yesterday's special day, she thought it was special that there was no one with them but themselves. Because that's all she really needed. Jay and her through life in sickness or in health. She didn't need anything right now, she felt at peace, and she was finally happy.
They didn't need witnesses for that.
And certainly not to talk about when some monster kidnapped and God knows what is doing to a seven-year-old girl. She preferred to focus on finding her and not on talking about her private life.
- It's ok, you don't have to say anything - thank goodness Adam knew her enough to know that now was not the time. - I just wanted to say that I'm happy for you. You deserve a happy ending. - He said, putting his hand on her shoulder and squeezed lightly.
- Thank you. - she said, holding back tears of emotion after her friend's words.
Hailey didn't know what had made her so touched by the man's words. Maybe it was the fact that they used to be together, maybe the fact that Adam was the only one besides Jay who knew about what was going on in her family home, or maybe she still felt remorse for not telling the truth about Roy. Or maybe she finally truthfully felt her friend's words were not spoken for friendly reasons that she herself didn't believe until a few months ago, but now after everything that had happened in her life she finally believed that she deserved to be happy, to live a life without fear, to live a life without her head being turned behind her back, to be in love and loved.
Before meeting Jay, it never crossed her mind that she would be married in the future, and now for less than 24 hours she has had a husband whom she loves more than life and who loves her just as much.
With him everything seemed easier, better. Life with him, marriage with him, seemed like the best adventure she had the opportunity to be a part of.
Now she was ready for the next step, which thanks to her husband didn't seem so scary. She was even looking forward to it.
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*The Next Day*
Hailey and Jay were working on surveillance, looking for the suspicious kidnapping of little Brianna.
The two sent each other glances and not big smiles every now and then.
It had been 2 days in which the two became officially married, and they both knew that a more wonderful day they couldn't have dreamed of.
However, the affair they had been working on since yesterday was causing the excitement of what had happened 48hrs ago to fade a little.
Neither of them could completely get the images of what could now be happening to the little girl out of their heads.
Never for any cop such matters involving children were easy, but Hailey was more affected by such actions, so Jay tried with all his might to support his beloved even though they didn't spend much time apart. Yesterday, Hailey spent most of the day working in the kidnapped child's neighborhood with Kim and Adam doing a search at the home of a wanted criminal, and Jay rode with Kevin, but they got home late and neither of them really had the energy or desire to talk.
Hailey had really been trying to control these unwanted images, and it seemed to be going pretty well, but today when they still hadn't been able to find either the suspect or the child, her frustration and anxiety was mounting.
- Shit! - she growled as she once again failed to find the man. Jay lifted his gaze from his monitor and looked worriedly at his beloved.
- Hailey, are you okay? - He asked gently, even though he knew the answer perfectly well.
- We've been sitting here for two hours, and we have nothing on that son of a b*ch, and I don't know where he is or what's going on with Brianna. - replied a frustrated Hailey, pushing herself away from the desk and turning to face her husband. - So no, nothing is ok.
- I know, but I'm sure we'll find something soon, you'll see. - Jay sent her a slight smile that should have lifted Hailey's spirits, but it only took one look to know that it was no use.
- Hailey, talk to me, what are you thinking about? - he asked, getting up from his seat and walking over to his wife.
Hailey took a deep breath behind her before she decided to say what was bothering her, and Jay waited patiently as he always did, being at her side.
- Jay, how are we supposed to bring our baby into this world when things like this are happening? - she asked quietly, afraid that if she said it out loud it would mean something terrible.
Neither of them had brought up the subject out loud yet, but after getting married they both knew it was only a matter of time before the subject would come up in some of their conversations, or it would just happen as unexpectedly as their wedding.
They didn't have to talk about whether or not they wanted kids because they were both sure that mini versions of them would be the next step.
A wonderful step that they were both looking forward to.
- I don't know Honey - just as quietly replied Jay, crouching in front of his beloved. He would be lying if he didn't admit that similar thoughts as his wife's were running through his head because of this case. They live in a world of people who are unpredictable and who are capable of hurting innocent beings like children.
After seeing what he saw on the front lines in Afghanistan and the harm done to children there, Jay still dreams of the nine-year-old girl he shot, just like Meghan, who was accidentally hit by a bullet from his gun during a gang raid shortly after he and Hailey were assigned to the couple. His years of service to the Chicago Police Department have meant that there is probably nothing he hasn't seen, but still, every time they make a case involving a child it takes him a long time to recover.
Hailey, on the other hand, is experiencing it more, more personally because of what she went through as a child and Jay wants to take away any pain she has about the past and now that they are both thinking about their future child.
Jay grabbed Hailey's hand and squeezed lightly, trying to bring her dark thoughts out.
Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long for the most beautiful blue eyes to look at him.
Hailey, who felt the warmth of his hand on hers, tried to focus all her attention on Jay and looked into his sharp green eyes filled with immense love for her. She hadn't yet imagined what she wanted her baby girl or son to look like, she didn't want to tempt fate, but she imagined their child having just those smart green eyes like his or her dad's.
Imagining it didn't help her at all, it just made her feel even worse.
- Jay, this could be our baby girl - she whispered, opening her tear-filled eyes and looking at her husband.
- I know - he whispered, close to tears. It wasn't the first time Jay had imagined that there was a child in the place of these children, but for some reason today's case touched more, it felt more real.
Jay realized that he couldn't give in to that notion now, that instead of Brianna they were looking for their baby girl. A mini version of Hailey.
No, he couldn't think about that right now. Hailey needed his support right now.
He took a few deep breaths to clear his mind and find the right words.
- Hailey - he finally started and Hailey looked up at him, catching his other hand with her right free hand so that they were now holding both hands. The blonde looked at the intertwined hands and focused her gaze on the ring on his hand.
- Honey, I wish I could promise you that something like this will never happen, because we both know we have no control over it,' he said slowly, and although Hailey knew perfectly well that it was true she hated every word.
- But I can promise something else. - He squeezed both their intertwined hands gently to make Hailey look at him and when she did, he continued.
- I will do everything in my power and everything I can to protect you and our children no matter what.
This time, there were tears of emotion in Hailey's eyes.
For many years she didn't know what it meant to be safe, but when she first met Jay, she felt safe. Over time, as their relationship evolved, she never stopped feeling that way. And just like now, she knew that not only would she be safe, but so would their children, and that was enough to bring peace to her mind and a slight smile to her face.
- I love you - she said louder and more confidently than the previous part of the conversation.
- I love you too - answered Jay with the same certainty, breathing with relief seeing all the tension fall from his wife's body.
Those words didn't make all the anxiety disappear, but for this one they are both a little calmer, because when their little one finally comes into the world they know it will be okay.
Because as long as they are together, everything will work out somehow.
That's why they are so perfectly matched.
They both can't imagine life without each other.
#Upstead#upstead fanfiction#upstead fic#hailey upton#jay halstead#jay x hailey#hailey halstead#The Halsteads#cpd 9x10
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Beneath The Surface [COMPLETE SERIES]
Pairings: Adam Cole x Reader, Kyle O’Reilly x Reader, Bobby Fish x Reader, Roderick Strong x Reader, Jay Halstead x Reader [Sibling], Will Halstead x Reader [Sibling], Connor Rhodes x Reader [LI], Austin Smith x Reader, Mob!Boss!Roman Reigns x Reader
Featuring: Y/n, Connor Rhodes, Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Hank Voight, Kim Burgess, Kyle O’Reilly, Bobby Fish, Rhys, Carson, Mr Williams, Norah Williams, Kevin Atwater, Austin Smith [OC], Roman Reigns, Jey Uso, Antonio Dawson, Adam Ruzek.
Summary: A small town is rocked by a case of a woman with amnesia, who is she? what happened to her? What is she hiding?
Warnings: involves abuse, violence, blood, whumps, firefighting stuff I got wrong, police stuff I got wrong, medical things I got wrong, medical stuff, light angst, Adam being douche, secrets, errors I missed, PTSD, nightmares, flashbacks, angst, blood, violence, drama, mentions of kidnapping, character death, death, car crash.
w/c; 17523
The tree branches scraped against your skin as you ran through the woods. All battered and bruised. Finding it difficult to see out of your left eye it was swollen. You found it hard to breathe as well. Your lungs felt like they were on fire, but you kept pushing yourself to run. You couldn’t stop now, you had to run.
Hope sparked inside of you as you saw a barn. Quickly running over to the barn as best as you could.
Slipping under the wooden fence. Sucking in a deep breath, pain rippled through your body. but you pushed through. Walking up to the door of the barn. Your hand resting on the door, sliding it open.
You quickly entered the barn. Closing the door behind you. The barn smelled like manure, animals, feed, silage, and wood all mixed together. You made your way over to a hay bale, sitting down on it. You carefully laid down. The barn wasn’t occupied by animals. Your eyes slowly closed, as you winced in pain. Your head was killing you. Every limp in your body felt like it was on fire. Your vision slowly fading into black…
“Dad, I’m sure the animals will be fine,” The daughter of the elderly man huffed out.
“Just want to check on them, they are a new herd of cattle I want to see how they are settling in,” He spoke. Getting up. Walking over to the front door. Taking his coat off the hook near the door. He slipped it on. Slipping into his gumboots. He grabbed the lantern. Grabbing his matches out of his pocket and lighting the lantern. He put the match out. Putting it down on the hallway table. Grabbing his rifle that was in the corner. Slinging the armband that was attached to the rifle over his shoulder.
“They were fine ten minutes ago when you checked on them again,” His daughter sighed. As her father opened the door. Exiting the farmhouse. Ignoring his daughter.
He held the lantern up in front of him. The fire lightening his path. Eyebrows furrowing as he heard his animals make sounds of distress.
“It’s okay,” He reassured them. Not that it worked. He then proceeds to locate what got them so spooked.
Eyes widening in slight fear, as he saw a coyote stalking outside of his barn. He put the lantern down, so he could fire his rifle.
He aimed at the coyote. Pulling the trigger. The sound of the gun breaking through the air. This seemed to cause his daughter to panic rushing out of the house. While her father picked up the lantern. Running over to the coyote to see if he got it. The coyote quickly ran away, fleeing the scene without a trace of a bullet wound.
The elderly man let out a sigh. Looking at the barn.
His eyes widen as he saw a bloody handprint smudged on the door. Taking slow steps he walked to the door. Hand pressing against the door, he slides it open. Heart pounding faster.
The moonlight lit up the barn. What he saw next made his heart speed up. He clutched his chest with his hand, dropping the lantern in the process. Causing it to fall on the floor. Breaking the glass. The fire spread across the hay scatted on the ground, as the elderly man fell to his knees, holding his chest tightly as he had a heart attack. The image of a bloody, beaten-up woman laying on his hay bale was too much for him.
“DAD,” His daughter screamed as she saw the barn light up with fire. She quickly sprinted back to the house. Tearing the front door open. Rushing over to the landline. She picked the cordless phone up. Quickly dialing 9-1-1. Holding the phone up to her ear, rushing back outside.
“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” The emergency operator spoke.
“HELP ME! My father, he is in the barn and it’s on fire,” She gasped out. Her voice was full of panic.
“What’s your address?” the emergency operator asked. Typing away on a keyboard.
“I… Oh my god,” The women gasped out, as the fire grew larger. She was too shocked to speak. The emergency operator quickly tracked the women’s location. Informing the fire department and the ambulance department.
“Ma’am, help is on the way,” The emergency operator spoke. Only to hear the sound of the phone dropping and a loud cry…
The smell of smoke invaded your nostrils, waking you up. Your eyes widen in panic as you saw fire. You quickly got off the hay bale, rushing to find a way out of this barn, unfortunately, you inhaled too much smoke, making you collapse to the ground…
The sound of the fire siren, as well as an ambulance siren, got louder as they drove up the driveway. The fire rig stopping near the barn. While the ambulance stopped a bit behind the fire truck.
The daughter of the elderly man rushed over to them.
Kyle and Bobby rushed out of the rig. Putting their oxygen mask on and tanks on their backs, before rushing into the building. While the other firefighters rolled the hose out, turning the nozzle on. releasing water.
Bobby and Kyle saw an elderly man laying on the ground. Bobby checked his pulse. Kyle looked around the barn, seeing another figure.
“Bobby there’s another one in here,” Kyle spoke. Pointing at a figure.
“I’ll get him out, and you go get her,” Bobby ordered. Kyle nodded. Carefully walking over to the figure. While Bobby picked the guy up, pulling him out of the building.
Kyle gasped as he took in the figure. It was a woman. Her face was littered with scratches. Not only was her face littered with scratches but there was blood on her face. he put two and two together, they were keeping this woman hostage.
He quickly picked her up carefully, walking out of the building. Glaring at the woman and the guy in the stretcher. Bobby looked up.
“Oh my god,” Bobby gasped out.
The woman looked up from her father. The other paramedic saw Kyle take another victim out. Rushing over to the back of the ambulance van, taking out another stretcher.
“Where you holding her captive?” Kyle spat out. As the other paramedic bought the stretcher over to Kyle. Kyle placed the woman delicately down on the stretcher. While the other paramedic checked the women.
“What?” The daughter of the elderly guy gasped out.
“She’s going to have to go to the hospital, she has a collapsed lung, among other things,” The paramedic spoke. The other paramedic nodded.
Both of them taking you and the elderly man to the back of the ambulance van. Kyle following.
“I’ve never seen that woman in my life, let alone knew she was in the barn,” The women gasped out. Holding her father’s hand,
“Well, then your father knew, maybe tried to hide the evidence of his crime,” Kyle spat out. as they loaded you in then the elderly man. The women hopping in a well.
“I’m not leaving you alone with her,” Kyle growled out. hopping into the back of the ambulance van as well. One of the paramedics hopped in, while the other one shut the doors. Going over to the driver’s side. Opening the door and getting in. they closed the door. Starting the ambulance van, then switching the siren on as they speed off to the hospital. Pressing their foot hard on the pedal. All the while Kyle glared at the women. Praying the woman he thought that they abused was okay…
Kyle felt relief wash over him as the ambulance stopped in the emergency parking space.
The other paramedic rushing out of the driver’s side, opening the doors. Both of them taking out the stretchers.
“You are going to pay for this,” Kyle growled out before he exited the back of the ambulance van…
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Kyle could hear his heart beating as every second went by. His chest felt heavy with anxiety, as he waited for a doctor or nurse to tell him the condition of the woman he saved. Or at least give him some sort of update. He had been waiting in the waiting room for hours.
Other people who were waiting as well, came and left.
He should have been at work, but he couldn't. He had to know the condition of the woman he saved, or at least her name.
Kyle heard footsteps approaching. Relief washed over him. thinking it was a doctor coming to inform him of the condition of the woman he saved, when he looked up it was his friend Adam, who happened to be a detective. Coming over to him.
“Hey,” Kyle spoke, sitting up straighter. As Adam stood in front of him.
“Heard you made quite a scene,” Adam spoke. Arching an eyebrow.
“Well, you would to if you found a battered and bruised woman in a barn, that was set ablaze, for all I know he was trying to cover his crime up,” Kyle grumbled out. Adam sat beside him.
“You don’t know that Mr. William isn’t that type of person,” Adam Sighed.
“People surprise you, Adam, you should know that,” Kyle grumbled. Adam just raised his eyebrow.
“Look Kyle I get you want to be a hero but you can't accuse someone especially a burn victim of abusing a woman, we haven’t heard the entire story yet,” Adam sighed.
“Like I said before people surprise you,” Kyle grumbled. Adam let out a long sigh. Resting his hand on Kyle's shoulder and squeezing it.
“Let the evidenced do the talking. Just stay out of it,” Adam warned. Letting go of Kyle’s shoulder and getting up. Leaving Kyle to glare at his back as he walked to the nurse's station. Asking the nurse where the room of the woman Kyle found was located in. The nurse quickly gave Adam the number for the room. Giving him a flirty smile. Adam smirked at her. Sending a wink her way as he walked off. walking to the room.
Adam pushed the door open. Smirking as he saw Doctor Rhodes.
“Connor,” Adam smirked. as he took a step forward. His eyes looking at the woman in the bed. She looked awful. There was a bandage wrapped around her head. A scatter of scratches on her face. her lip was busted, her left arm was in a sling, and her left eye was swollen.
“Cole,” Connor responded not looking up from the tablet. It was no secret Adam and Connor butted heads. Connor wasn’t Adam’s biggest fan, and Adam wasn’t Connor’s biggest fan either.
“So, how’s the patient? Is she going to wake up soon, hopefully sometime soon?” Adam asked. Making Connor’s jaw tighten.
“She’s been through a lot, I put her induced coma, she’s lucky she’s even alive, she has a collapsed lung, broken arm, head trauma, not to mention…” Connor listed off only to get cut off by an impatient Adam.
“Yeah, yeah, just give her something to wake her up, so I can get answers out of her, then you can put her back in an induce comma,” Adam grumbled. Looking at Connor intensely. Connor’s jaw ticked.
Connor let out an annoyed huff. Putting the tablet down. giving Adam his full attention. His eyes were lit with fury. Blood boiling.
“Get out,” Connor shouted. Making Adam smirk.
“She’s a suspect,” Adam smirked. riling Connor up.
“She’s a victim, and she’s my patient, I’m not waking her up so you can grill her, come back when she actually wakes up,” Connor shouted. Nostrils flaring.
“Well, are you going to give me a set date on when you are going to take her out of the comma?” Adam asked.
“I’ll get one of the nurses to inform you when she wakes up on her own accord, till now leave,” Connor growled. Making Adam smirk. He turned around walking out of the room.
Connor let out a sigh. Walking over to you. His face edged with worry. He took a hold of your hand. His thumb caressing the back of your hand. His other hand went to your wrist, tracing the tattoo on your wrist. he knew that tattoo, he was there when you got it. Connor sat down on your bed beside you. Eyes filling with worry.
“Oh, y/n, what happened to you?” He sighed.
“I should have never left Chicago,” He spoke again, with so much sadness in his voice….
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Connor starred at you intently. He had a feeling your ex might have caused this. Connor quickly let go of your hand when he heard the door to your room open. He quickly stood up. Pretending to look t the tablet. As a male nurse named Rhys walked in. Rhys smiled at him.
“How’s the patient?” Rhys asked. Going over to you.
Connor let out a small sigh. Looking at Rhys.
“Pretty much the same,” Connor replied.
“If it’s any consolation, I think you made the right choice putting her in an induced coma,” Rhys spoke. Checking the wires that were connected to you.
“Let me guess Adam was complaining about it when he walked out?” Connor questioned. Making Rhys chuckle.
“Yep,” Rhys chuckled.
“Oh, Kyle is still in the waiting room, did you want me to inform him?” Rhys asked. Looking at Connor.
“No, it’s okay I will do it,” Connor responded. Making Rhys smile. Connor smiled at Rhys. Giving you one last longing glance. Before walking out of your room, and over to the waiting room.
Connor spotted Kyle. Making him let out a small sigh.
Connor smiled at Kyle as he made his way over to him.
“Kyle,” Connor greeted. Standing in front of Kyle.
“Is she okay? Is she awake?” Kyle asked frantically.
“She suffered a lot of brain trauma and I had to put her in an induced coma,” Connor replied.
Kyle looked down in defeat. Feeling like the whole world was closing around him.
“She’s in good hands,” Connor spoke. Giving Kyle a reassuring smile.
“Did you at least find out her name?” Kyle asked. Making Connor suck in a deep breath.
He knew who you were, but he just didn’t know if he should tell Kyle your name. The problem was Kyle was friends with Adam, who he hated, and who was a cop. Connor had a gut feeling your ex-boyfriend, who happened to be a cop did this to you.
“We don’t know, whoever hurt her removed her fingertips, and tried to make her unrecognizable,” Connor spoke. Making Kyle frown.
“You can see her if you want,” Connor spoke again. Seeing Kyle look deflated.
Kyle lifted his head. Eyes brightening with happiness. He got up.
“Thank you,” Kyle beamed. Connor gave Kyle a small smile.
Connor guided Kyle to your room. Opening the door for Kyle.
Kyle rushed in. Connor followed behind Kyle. Closing the door. Watching Kyle closely.
Kyle looked at you with a pained expression. Walking over to you. Taking in your appearance. It was all too overwhelming. Tears collected in his eyes.
He took a huge gulp before speaking.
“Don’t worry, my friend is a cop, and he will find out who hurt you,” Kyle promised you.
“Or side with her ex,” Connor thought to himself.
Kyle was about to sit down when his phone let out a ping. He quickly fished it out of his pocket. Looking at the phone screen. He had to go back to work. He looked at you then at the screen. Letting out a defeated sigh.
“Can I visit her again after my shift ends?” Kyle asked as he got up.
“Sure,” Connor replied. Smiling at Kyle. Kyle gave you one last final glance before walking out of the room reluctantly….
Adam parked his car next to Roddy’s car. Turning the car off and putting it in park. He put the hand brake up. Taking the car keys out of the ignition. Adam opened the door, stepping out of his car.
Roddy quickly walked up to him. Handing him some disposable gloves.
“Any evidence bagged yet?” Adam asked. As the two of them walked over to the burnt-down barn.
“No, everything is burnt,” Roddy spoke. Adam let out a grunt of annoyance.
He was about to speak, but the sound of a car engine coming towards them. Made him turn his attention towards the noise.
Adam saw Kyle get out of a taxi. Giving the taxi driver a couple of notes through the window.
Bobby quickly walked up to Kyle. Greeting Kyle.
“Hey man, how is she?” Bobby asked. Giving Kyle a big hug.
“In a coma,” Kyle responded. As Bobby pulled away.
“I’m sure she will pull through,” Bobby spoke. Putting his hand on Kyle’s shoulder.
Whatever Kyle was about to say was interrupted by the sound of someone talking.
“I found something,” Another cop spoke. Near the wooden fence.
Roddy, Adam, Bobby, and Kyle quickly rushed over.
The cop pointed at the fence. Adam smirked as he saw blood on the wooden fence. He felt confident it was the mystery woman that was lying in the hospital and that Mr. William didn’t hold the woman captive as Kyle claimed.
Adam turned to Kyle with a smug look. Making Kyle narrow his eyes slightly. Bobby and Roddy looked back and forth between Adam and Kyle.
“There's your evidence that Mr. William didn’t hold the woman hostage,” Adam spoke smugly. Making Kyle’s jaw clench slightly.
Adam turned his attention back to the cop.
“Bag it,” He spoke before walking off. Kyle glared at the back of Adam’s head.
It could be the blood of the woman he rescued or an injured animal, he thought to himself…
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It’s been two weeks since they found a bloody and bruised woman in Mr. William's barn.
Adam exhausted all leads. The blood they found wasn’t human, it was animal blood.
Adam tapped his fingers impatiently on his desk. Looking at the results from the blood they found two weeks ago. He put the piece of paper down. Letting out a frustrated groan.
“How about we get a warrant or something so we can get her blood?” Roddy suggested. Looking up from the PC screen.
“I have a better idea, we wake her up, grill her till she breaks,” Adam suggested. Making Roddy look at him with concern.
“Are you sure?” Roddy asked. Voice laced with concern.
“Unless you want an innocent man wrongly accused, we have no other choice, plus I think it’s time for her to wake up, I’m sure she would remember now, she’s been in a coma for two weeks,”
“How do you know she will remain; they say she has had brain trauma,” Roddy spoke.
“Because it is our only option,” Adam grumbled. Getting up and grabbing his coat. Roddy let out a sigh. Getting up and following Adam…
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Kyle smiled at the barista as she handed him a water bottle and a sandwich he ordered. He turned around, only to bump into a woman.
“Sorry,” Kyle apologized. Giving her a small smile. His smile dropped as he realized who it was. It was Mr. Williams, daughter.
“You should be, because of you everyone in this town thinks my father hurt that woman, that he held her hostage, that he tortured her,” She growled out. Tears collecting in her eyes. She looked like she hadn’t slept in weeks. Or if she, did it must have been a few hours. She had dark circles underneath her eyes.
“Well, what else was I supposed to think, she was injured,” Kyle snapped.
“Are you just being petty because I broke up with you?” She growled out. Through clenched teeth.
“That has nothing to do with it,” Kyle snapped. Glaring at her.
“Well, I hope you are proud of yourself, my father literally had a heart attack,” She snapped. Spinning on her heel and walking away…
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Adam walked into the hospital. Looking around the hospital in search of Connor. Adam walked over to the nurse's station. Smirking as he saw it was the nurse that always flirts with him. Roddy followed behind him.
“Where’s Doctor Rhodes?” Adam asked her.
“In surgery why?” She asked. Batting her eyelashes.
“No reason,” Adam smirked. Giving her a charming smile before turning around and walking to the unknown woman’s room.
Adam looked around before entering the room. Seeing if the coast was clear. Roddy followed behind him feeling slightly unsure if they should do this. He tried to talk Adam out of it on the way to the hospital, but Adam didn’t listen.
Adam took out a needle, with a liquid substance.
“Where did you get that from?” Roddy asked. Eyes widen in shock.
“A friend,” Adam responded. Walking over to you. He took the cap off the needle. Putting the needle into your cannula.
Adam smirked as he put the liquid substance into you. Roddy felt his heart rate quicken. Gulping as he felt like this was all a bad idea.
Your eyes opened wide. Looking around the room to see two male figures looking at you. You saw two figures standing there. Eyes widen in fear as you saw a police badge on their uniforms. Your mind quickly flashed to the nightmares you were having. The guy who beat you up had a badge. The sound of the machine monitor beeped loudly and rapidly. Roddy felt worried thinking it was the liquid substance that was affecting you. Maybe you were having an allergic reaction…
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Adam got up in your face. Making you gulp hard.
“Do you remember what happened to you?” Adam demanded. Making you move your head to the side. Adam’s eyes sparkled dangerously. He grabbed your chin hard. Roughly pulling your head to face him. The sound of the machine beeped faster making Roddy panic.
“Dude, just leave her alone,” Roddy sighed. Grabbing Adam’s shoulder and trying to pull him away. But Adam fought against him. Shrugging him off.
You tried to reach out to the button. But Adam grabbed your hand tightly. Making you whimper. Tears gathered in your eyes. As your heart rate speed up the machine beeped frantically.
Was he going to hurt you like that other cop was doing in those dreams you had?
“Tell me,” Adam demanded.
“I don’t remember,” You weakly gasped out. voice trembling with fear.
“Adam,” Roddy warned. Feeling worried about your safety. Yes, they needed answers. But scaring you to answer wasn’t the right solution.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” Connor shouted. Looking at Adam and Roddy with fury in his eyes, but mainly Adam.
“Just getting answers, I mean it’s been two weeks since she came here, I want to know who our mystery woman is, don’t you?” Adam smugly spoke. Making Connor’s blood boil. While Roddy just shook his head disapprovingly.
“Are you insane, she has had a traumatic brain injury, she needs rest,” Connor growled out. Taking a step closer to you. Adam let go of you. making your heart rate decrease. You cast your gaze down.
“She woke up on her own,” Adam spoke. Connor gave Adam a sarcastic smile. Not believing a word he just spoke. Roddy shook his head no.
“I’m sure she did. Get out,” Connor spat out. Making Adam smirk smugly.
“I’ll find answers, and if you get in the way again I won’t hesitate in charging you,” Adam threatened. Glaring at Connor. Connor glared back at him.
Adam broke eye contact smirking.
“Come on, Roddy, see you later sweetheart,” Adam spoke sweetly. Patting your hair. Making you flinch.
Adam smirked at Connor as Roddy and he walked out of the door.
A whimper caught Connor’s attention.
“Are you okay?” He asked. Eyes full of worry. He quickly checked on you.
You looked at him intensely. Studying his features. He was gorgeous. You felt your breath hitch as he leaned closer. Shining his torch in your eyes.
He was about to speak but you cut him. Something about him made you want to tell him the reoccurring dream you kept having while sleeping. Well, it was more like a nightmare. Like he would keep you safe. that you could trust him. Heck, you would tell him your darkest secrets if you could remember them.
“I think I know who hurt me… when I was asleep, I kept having these vivid images of this guy attacking me. He hurt me so cruelly. And I saw a police badge,” You confessed. Your voice was above a whisper.
Connor looked at you with a heartbroken expression. Making your forehead crease with confusion. Why was he looking at you like that?
He grabbed your hand. Sitting down on the bed. His eyes gathering with tears.
“I don’t want to freak you out too much, but…” Connor spoke. Taking a deep breath before he spoke again.
“I know you; I know who did this to you,” He confessed. Making your breath hitch. Your mouth opening in shock. Eyes locked onto his.
“What’s my name?” You barely gasped out but he heard you somehow.
“Y/n l/n,” He responded.
“I’ll tell you anything, whatever you want to know I will tell you,” Connor spoke, looking at you with concern in his eyes…
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You looked at Connor in shock. Your brain processing the words Connor spoke. Connor looked at you with a worried expression. While you looked down at the sheets.
You looked up at him. Parting your lips.
“Tell me more,” You gasped out. Heart beating faster.
Connor let out a sigh. Inching closer to you.
“You are from Chicago,” Connor started to say. Smiling slightly.
“You have two brothers, Will and Jay. Jay is actually your twin,” Connor told you.
“Twin? I’m a twin,” You gasped out in disbelief. Making Connor smile.
“Not identical though,” Connor chuckled. As a small smile graced your lips.
“You did have a boyfriend, but you dumped him, then got together with another man, which no one knows what he looks like, other than his name, which is Roman,” Connor spoke again.
“Oh, do you think he did this to me?” You asked. Heart plummeting as you waited for his response.
Connor let out a sigh. Casting his eyes down. his thumb absently caressing his thumb across the tattoo on your wrist. your eyes traveled down to where his thumb was. Sparks igniting in your body at his touch.
“ I think he did, I wouldn’t put it past him,” Connor finally spoke. Looking up at you. making your breath hitch.
“But the guy I saw in my dreams had a badge,” You gasped out.
“Yeah, your ex was a cop, wait you had dreams about what happened to you?” Connor spoke.
“Yeah,” You spoke quietly. Connor looked at you with concerned eyes.
“Your brother is a detective, didn’t like your ex-boyfriend, thought he was a corrupt cop,” Connor told you.
“Will or Jay?” You asked.
“Jay, Will is a doctor, and well you are a nurse, Will also hated your ex as well,” Connor replied. As you looked at him. Hanging on his every word.
You didn’t want to hear more about your abusive ex, so you changed the subject.
“What about us? How do we know each other?” You asked. This question seemed to throw Connor off guard. He looked at you with wide eyes. A shocked expression on his face. You raised your eyebrow at him. Wanting to know why he had that reaction.
It made you want to know the answer even more. Obliviously something went down between the two of you. Since he got nervous under your gaze. He looked away, delaying his response.
“I didn’t ask how you are feeling?” Connor asked. Avoiding your question by asking a question of his own.
This made you want to know even more.
“I’m fine, but you didn’t answer my question,” You spoke.
Connor ignored the last word you spoke. Taking his stethoscope from around his neck. He put the earplugs in his ear. Grabbing hold of the bell. Bringing it towards your chest. You grabbed his wrist, stopping him. Connor’s breath hitched at the contact of your skin on his.
He took a deep breath before speaking. Avoiding eye contact.
“We were friends… best friends,” Connor spoke. You gave him a confused look at how he was reacting. And how long it took him to reply.
You opened your mouth to speak, but Connor beat you to it.
“It’s complicated, we are best friends, but we had a friend with benefits kind of relationship as well, then it went downhill, then I left,” Connor spoke. Still avoiding your gaze. He looked sad.
“Because of me?” You asked. Voice-breaking. This made Connor finally look at you.
“No,” He responded.
“It wasn’t your fault, I didn’t leave because of you,” Connor spoke again. Grabbing a hold of your hand. Both of you gazing into each other’s eyes.
Just as you were about to speak the door opened. Making Connor get up. He stood up. Looking professional, as the nurse made her way into your room.
She arched her eyebrow at Connor.
“Just checking on our mystery patient,” Connor spoke.
“Your up,” She spoke. Directing her gaze at you, then back at Connor when he spoke.
“No thanks to Cole,” Connor grumbled. The nurse gave a forced smile. You could tell it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Doctor Cooper wants you for a consultant on one of his cases,” She spoke. Giving Connor a fake smile. Connor looked annoyed. He gave her a fake smile too. Before looking at you. Giving you a genuine smile. You could sense the tension between them.
“I’ll see you later,” He spoke. Giving you a sincere smile, before walking out of the room.
“So… what were Doctor Rhodes and you talking about?” She asked.
‘Not much, just asked if I could remember what my name was as well as if I could remember what happened to me?” You spoke. Lying to her. As she checked in on you.
“He seemed pretty close,” She spoke.
“He was just checking in on me,” You spoke. Making her give you a fake smile.
“Okay, I’ll check in on you later,” She responded. Giving you another fake smile, as she exited the room.
She quickly walked over to the nurse's station. Taking out her phone. Unlocking her phone. She quickly went into the messaging app. Pressing the conversation she had with Adam.
No budge. Though Connor and she seem pretty close She sent to him…
Adam gripped his phone tighter as he reread the message over again. He let out a grunt of annoyance. He was about to reply when the door to his office opened. Mr. Williams Daughter storming in. Roddy trailing behind her. Adam gave her a forced smile. Adam placed his phone on his desk.
“How can I help you?” Adam asked.
“Of course you are just sitting there doing nothing, you should be grilling that woman,” She snapped. Fists clenched.
“The truth will come out, we are doing everything we can, ” Roddy reassured her. But she just turned around to face him. giving him a deadly glare.
“My dad isn’t a kidnapper or abuser,” She snapped. Storming out of the office.
Adam picked up his phone. Typing a message furiously.
Spy on them. Listen in on their conversations, report back to me.
Adam smirked as he sent the message. He would find out who that woman was…
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Kyle felt anxious as he walked into the hospital. Fidgeting with his fingers. He heard through the grapevine, well Adam, the woman he saved was awake. Kyle wanted to visit her, to see how she was.
He walked over to the nurse’s station. He smiled nervously at the nurse. Who happened to be the nurse Adam flirted with.
She gave him a fake smile, which didn’t ease his nerves.
“Let me guess, you are here to see the woman you saved,” She spoke. Giving him a teasing smile.
“Yeah, I heard she was awake,” Kyle spoke.
“You can go see her,” The nurse spoke Kyle gave her a small smile, before turning around and walking to your room.
The sound of the door creaking made you snap your head away from the TV screen to look at the person who entered your room. You hoped it was Dr. Rhodes. But it turned out to be a stranger. You gave him an anxious look as you took in his features. He had brown eyes, a red beard, or maybe it was auburn and brown hair.
Kyle took notice of you looking at him cautiously.
“I’m Kyle, I saved you from the burning barn,” He spoke gently.
“Oh, well, I would tell you my name, if I could remember it,” You lied. You did know your name, you just didn’t know who you could trust other than Doctor Rhodes, which he is yet to tell you his first name.
Kyle let out a chuckle. Grabbing the chair and bringing it to the side of your bed. He sat down. Grimacing at the discomfort. Making you arch an eyebrow.
“You look better than when I first saw you,” Kyle spoke softly.
“Mmm, I don’t feel it, my head is pounding, I look like I’ve been through hell,” You whined. Pouting at him. Kyle smiled.
“But you are alive, that’s the most important thing,” Kyle spoke.
“I suppose, but my head is killing me,” You whined.
“Do you want me to go get a nurse? Maybe they can give you something?” Kyle spoke in a worried tone.
“Nah, pretty sure she hates me, I’ll be fine,” You gasped out. Bringing your uninjured hand up to your forehead.
Kyle felt his heart hurt as he watched you wince in pain.
“Do you remember anything?” He asked. His tone was sweet and caring.
“Just running through bushes and trees, then seeing the barn,” You reply. Eyes widening as you realized you might have revealed too much. Maybe it was how he asked you. Maybe it was those brown eyes staring intently into your soul.
Before Kyle or you could utter a single word the door to the room opened.
“Hey, y/n we’ve…” Connor started to say but stopped when he saw Kyle sitting next to your bed. Jealousy spiked inside of him. His jaw slightly clenching. The reaction didn’t go unnoticed by you. Maybe Kyle but not you.
“Oh, I didn’t know you had visitors,” Connor spoke.
“I just heard she was up, and I wanted to check in on her,” Kyle nervously replied. It was cute. Connor gave Kyle a forced smile.
Kyle seemed nervous.
“Um, I’ll see you soon,” Kyle spoke. Looking at you with a nervous smile, as he got up. You gave him a small smile in return. Watching him walk out of the room.
Your gaze returned to Connor. Giving him a pointed look.
“You seem jealous,” You pointed out.
“I’m not, I’m just worried,” Connor spoke defensively.
“Mmmhm…” You responded. Letting out a gasp of pain as your head throbbed.
Connor rushed over to you. Panic evident on his face.
“Are you okay?” Connor asked.
“Other than feeling pain in my head and body, yeah, I’m peachy,” You grunted.
“Carson is supposed to be giving you pain meds, damn it,” Connor grumbled at the nurse’s failure.
You gave him a quizzical look. Who was Carson?
‘Who’s Carson?” You asked. Voice sounding harsher than it was meant to be.
“The nurse that comes and checks in on you,” Connor responded.
“Oh,” You mumbled.
“I was going to clear you, but…” Connor started to say but you cut him off.
“I’m fine, it’s just pain,” You cut Connor off.
“You have had a traumatic experience,” Connor explained.
“I’m fine,” You huffed out. You would cross your arms if you could. So instead, you just pouted like a toddler who didn’t get their way.
Connor was about to speak but you cut him off.
“Please, clear me, I can’t take the taste of hospital food anymore, I mean the ice cream is great, don’t get me wrong, it’s the only highlight, but I’m bored sitting here,” You whined. Making your headache even worse.
“Ouch, and here I thought I was great company,” Connor fake sighed.
“You are…It’s just this hospital is driving me insane,” You huffed out.
“You’ve only had hospital four times,” Connor chuckled. While you just intensified your gaze. Pouting at him.
“Okay, fine, I’ll run a few tests before I give you the all-clear,” Connor spoke.
“Can’t we skip the tests?” You begged. Giving him a puppy dog look.
“Tests or hospital food for another week,” Connor spoke sternly. Making you let out a whine.
“Fine,” You sighed.
“And you are staying with me when I discharge you,” Connor spoke. Making your heart skip a beat.
Neither Connor nor you noticing Carson outside the door. She took her phone out of her pocket. Unlocking it. She quickly went into the messaging app. Clicking on the messages she had with Adam.
She’s being discharged. Staying with Connor. Kyle visited her btw, maybe you can use him as a pawn to find more about her.
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After hours of CAT scans, MRI scans, CT scans, an echo, blood testes among other tests, among other tests, you were grateful that you didn’t have to take anymore. All you had to do was wait for the results.
Connor walked into the room with a huge smile on his face. Holding a bunch of clothes in his hands. you quirked an eyebrow.
“I got the results back, and you are in the clear, there were a few things that were a bit concerning but as long as you get psychotherapy to gain some of your memory back,” Connor spoke. As you smiled brightly at him. You sat up.
“Finally,” You beamed.
“I got a nurse to get you some clothes to change into, I got Rhys to buy some for you,” Connor spoke.
“Oh,” You spoke. Having no idea who Rhys was.
“He is one of the nurses who work here, and my friend,” Connor spoke. Connor placed the clothes on the bed. As you pushed the blanket back.
Connor’s hand rested on your lower back as you tried to get up. Connor assisted you.
He felt panic rise inside of him as you wobbled a bit. Your hand grabbed his arm for balance.
“Are you going to help me change?” You joked. Making Connor’s face turn red. He awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.
“Do you need help? Because I can get a nurse to help you,” Connor spoke.
“I’ll be fine,” You responded. Giving him a small smile.
Connor arched his eyebrow at you. Looking at where your hand was holding his arm for support.
You quickly took your hand away from his arm. Feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Alright, I will go get my stuff, then come back,” Connor spoke. Giving you one last longing glance, before walking out of your room.
You slowly took small steps towards the clothes. Slowly undoing the hospital gown. You cautiously put the clothes on that Connor gave you.
Just as you put the sweater on there was a knock at the door. Making you turn around.
“Come in,” You called out. Connor walked into the room. An amused smile gracing his lips as he held onto the strap. Keeping it from slipping. He was dressed in dark jeans, a top, and a black leather jacket. You quickly adverted your eyes back to his.
“Don’t laugh, It’s not my fault I have a sling,” You spoke in a pouty tone. Pouting at him. Connor let out a laugh. Walking closer to you.
“I’m not, I just think you look adorable, I discharged you while I was waiting for you to get changed,” Connor spoke.
“What would I do without you,” You jokingly spoke.
Not get beaten up by your toxic abusive ex-boyfriend, Connor thought to himself. He wanted to say that, but instead, he said something else.
“You ready to go?” Connor asked. Making you nod enthusiastically. He quickly walked to the door opening it for you.
You quickly walked towards him.
“Thank you,” You spoke. As you walked past him and out the door. Connor followed behind you. Catching up with you. you followed him out of the hospital and towards a car park. Which you assumed it must have been staff parking.
Connor took out his car keys. Stopping at his car. He quickly unlocked the car.
“Fancy car,” You commented on his car. Connor let out a chuckle.
“Well, it’s nowhere near as cool as what your car is,” Connor spoke.
“Shame I can’t remember it,” You sighed. Pouting at him.
“It was a Jeep Wrangler, the newer version,” He responded. Opening the car door for you.
“And he is a gentleman too,” You praised him. Making his cheeks blush. You may not remember the history he and you shared, but he did.
You quickly got in. Connor shut the door. Rushing over to the driver's side. Getting in and putting his bag in the back. Connor put the keys in the ignition. Turning the car on. Putting his seat belt on. Connor put the handbrake down, then put the car into reverse. Backing out of the car park. He put the car into gear then speed off.
Connor glanced at you now and then seeing you take in the surroundings. Connor smiled slightly. His heart hurting at what you have been through. He wishes he stayed in Chicago, he wished you at least called him and told him what your ex did to you.
Connor drove into a driveway of an apartment complex. Stopping in front of a garage.
“You live in here,” You gasped out. Mouth a gap.
“Yep,” Connor chuckled. Grabbing a remote from the center console. He pressed a button making the garage door roll up. Connor drove in. Pressing the closed button on the remote button. The roller door closed.
Connor chuckled at your reaction. Finding a parking spot. He quickly parked in the spot. Putting the car into park. He pulled the handbrake up. Turning the car off. Connor turned his body. Reaching in the back to grab his bag. While you exited the car. Connor took the keys out of the ignition. Getting out of the car. He quickly got out. locking the car.
“Come on, I will make you a nice dinner,” Connor spoke softly. You quickly followed Connor. Stopping behind him as he pressed the elevator button. The elevator chimed, as the doors opened.
Both of you walking in. Connor pressed the button to the top floor.
“So, is anyone living with you like a significant other?” You questioned.
Connor shook his head no.
“I haven’t been in the dating scene or been with anyone since Chicago,” Connor spoke awkwardly. The air in the elevator getting thicker.
“Really, because your hot and a doctor, plus you seem nice, least with me,” You spoke. Connor gave you a small smile.
The elevator dinged as it reached the top floor. Connor quickly exited the elevator. You quickly followed him. walking down the hallway in silence.
You felt slightly worried you may have stepped over a line.
“I’m sorry about that, I just…” You apologized only for Connor to cut you off. As he stopped in front of a door at the end of the hallway. Taking out keys. He put them into the keyhole. Turning it.
“It’s okay,” Connor spoke. As he grabbed the doorknob, twisting the doorknob. Opening the door.
“I…Wow,” You gasped out as you saw the city lights out of the window.
“So pretty,” You gawked out. Rushing over to the window. Connor let out an amused chuckle. Shutting the door and locking it.
You looked around the apartment in amazement. Connor let out a laugh.
“I’ll show you the room you will be staying in, it has a bathroom,” Connor spoke, as he walked over to a room. Opening a door.
“A bathroom, wow,” You beamed. Rushing over to the room.
Connor smiled at your reaction. He quickly looked away.
“Why don’t you have a shower, I still have clothes of yours that you can change into,” Connor spoke.
“You kept my clothes?” You asked. Arching an eyebrow.
“Yeah, from when you left them at my old place,” Connor mumbled. Cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. Why was he embarrassed he knew you.
“Thank you,” You spoke softly. Smiling at him softly.
“I’m going to make us dinner, clean towels are in the cupboard, Oh, and your clothes are in the tallboy,” He spoke, quickly turning around and walking out the room. Your heart beating wildly.
You couldn’t remember what you had with him, or any previous relationship, but for some reason Connor made you feel something. You felt a spark there.
“He is a doctor and can cook, damn, I missed the mark on that one,” You spoke in a dreamy tone.
You let out a heavy sigh walking into the bathroom. Closing the door. Stripping your clothes off.
Your eyes widen as you realized you have a sling on you. A curse slipped from your lips
“Ah, Connor I have a sling, could you get me a plastic bag,” You yelled out. Waiting for him to respond. But he didn’t.
You looked around the bathroom. Noticing a bathtub.
“I suppose having a bath will do,” You huffed out. struggling to take the rest of your clothes up. But eventually, you got there.
You walked over to the bathtub. Turning both taps on. Checking the temperature. Letting out a satisfied hum when it was the right temperature You put the plugin. Grabbing the shower gel. You squirted a bit in the water. Putting the bottle of shower gel down. You waited for the water to get a certain height; you turned the taps off. Carefully getting into the bathtub…
Connor tried to distract himself with making Spaghetti Carbonara, chopping up mushrooms, and bacon into little bits but failed miserably. You were invading his thoughts. It was killing him how he couldn’t just kiss you, but you didn’t have your memories of what he and you shared, and he didn’t want to scare you, let alone start something knowing you still had a boyfriend.
The spaghetti was already strained. All he had to do was put the sauce in. He poured the sauce into the pot. Putting the mushrooms into the sauce as well as the bacon.
Connor stirred the carbonara sauce around in the pot. Warming the sauce up. His mind wandering back to a memory he had with you.
A giggle escaped your lips as Connor’s beard scratched your neck, as he trailed kisses down your neck.
“We should just call in sick and do this all day,” You suggested. Making Connor look up at you tilting his head. He raised one of his eyebrows. Smirking at you.
“That’s a good idea,” Connor smirked. Pressing his lips against yours. The kiss turning feverish…
“I’m finished,” You spoke, in a sing-song voice. Making Connor jump. He quickly composed himself.
“Oh, smells nice,” You commented.
“Um…” Connor stuttered. He quickly checked if the sauce was warm. Thankful that it was.
“You okay?” You asked. Curious and worried.
“Yeah, you surprised me,” He spoke. Pouring the sauce into the pot that was filled with spaghetti. Connor quickly stirred the sauce around in the pot. Mixing the Carbonaro sauce with the spaghetti.
“Dinners ready,” Connor announced. Walking over to a cupboard. He opened it up, grabbing out two bowls. Connor went over to a draw. Pulling it open. He grabbed two forks. Connor turned around. Walking back to you. he quickly picked the spoon he was using. Putting the food into the bowl, before handing it to you.
“Thank you,” You spoke softly. walking over to the table. Connor joined you a second later.
“So, you said I have brothers what do they look like?” You asked. Breaking the silence.
“Well,” Connor spoke. Kind of getting caught off guard. He put his fork down, grabbing his phone.
Connor unlocked his phone, going into the photo app. He quickly pressed the see all option, scrolling until he found the album titled y/n with a red heart emoji. He quickly pressed that album. Scrolling until he found the picture of Jay, Will and you. While you ate more food.
“You were closer with Jay,” Connor spoke. Showing you the picture. You leaned in closer taking in the features of your brothers. One had brown hair and blue eyes while the other one had red hair with brown eyes.
“Because we were twins?” You asked.
“Probably, he and you had a weird co-dependent type of relationship, which surprises me, that he didn’t know who your mystery boyfriend Roman was,” Connor spoke. Making your eyes squint slightly. Trying to remember what Roman looked like, as well as memories with your brothers but nothing came up. You just made yourself get a headache.
“That’s Jay…” Connor spoke, pointing to the guy with brown hair and blue eyes.
“My twin,” You mumbled. But Connor heard you.
“Yep… And that’s Will,” Connor spoke again. Pointing to the guy with the red hair and brown eyes.
Connor noticed you grimace a bit. Your hand coming up to your forehead. Rubbing it.
“You okay?” Connor asked.
“Yeah, just tried to remember who they were, plus Roman,” You spoke. Rubbing your forehead.
“Leave that to psychotherapy,” Connor spoke. Giving you a small smile. Which you returned it by also giving him a slight smile.
The both of you ate in silence again. After dinner, Connor grabbed the plates, cutlery and pots, putting them in the dishwasher. He went over to the cupboard again. Grabbing a glass. Walking over to the sink. He turned the tap on. Pouring some water into the glass. He walked over to you handing you the glass of water.
“Thanks,” You mumbled. As he walked back to the kitchen island, grabbing a pack of tablets. He opened the box up. Popping two tablets into the palm of his hand, then spinning around. He walked back to you. Handing you the tablets.
“Oh, I’m fine,” You spoke.
“It’s your pain meds,” He spoke.
“Oh,” You spoke. Taking them off of him. you put them in your mouth. Taking a huge gulp of water. As you swallowed them. Grimacing at the aftertaste.
Connor let out a small chuckle.
“You’ve never been good with taking medicine or tablets,” Connor chuckled. His blue eyes staring intensely into your eyes. The intensity causes your lower belly to stir. Breath hitching. You may not remember whatever happened between him and you, but your body sure does.
“So, are you going to tell me more about your scandalous friendship?” You asked. Taking Connor off guard. He turned pale. Beads of sweat forming on his hairline. He scratched the back of his nervously.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” He asked changing the subject.
“Let’s watch a movie,” He spoke. Rushing over to the joint living room. He turned the TV on. Going into Netflix. He quickly picked a movie.
“Okay…” You responded. Getting up and walking over to him cautiously. Sitting down on the same couch he was sitting in. wondering if you may have asked a touchy subject by he reacted. Maybe he just didn’t want to talk about it, maybe it hurt him to bring up the past. But the more you thought about the more you wanted to know more about what happened between him and you.
So you decided to try something. Connor didn’t notice you move closer to him. till he felt your body heat.
Connor turned to look at you. Your hands cupped his jawline. Eyes looking at his intensely. Closing the distance between him and you. Connor was hypnotized. Maybe it was because it has been too long since he felt his lips against yours. But he let you kiss him.
Lips moving together in perfect sync. Both of you feeling the spark. Warmth feeling the both of you. butterflies
Connor quickly realized what you were doing. What he was doing too. He pulled away. A look of pain came across his features. Your face dropped into a look of sadness.
“I can’t go down that road not when you are with another man, and not when you can’t remember the history between us,” Connor quaked out. tears pooling in his eyes.
“How am I supposed to remember someone I have no recognition of, let alone a relationship? I feel something with you it seems familiar,” You gasped out. Tears gathering in your eyes. It broke his heart to see you cry. But he needed you to remember him. it wasn’t fair on him nor you.
“I can’t,” He gasped out. turning around and feeling to a room. He shut the door. Sliding down it. While you sat on the couch. Falling back on the cushions. Bringing your knees up to your chest, and hugging them for reassurance….
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You let out a heavy sigh as you heard the front door of his apartment close softly.
Carefully pulling the blanket and sheet off your body. Getting up. You walked to the bathroom. Stripping your clothes off. Turning the bathroom taps on. Putting the plug in. filling the bathtub up with warm water, as well as putting shower gel in the water.
You grabbed a washcloth. Stepping inside the water. Cleaning yourself off. Once you finished cleaning yourself, you got out. Pulling the plug out. The water going down the drain. You wrapped the towel around you. Drying yourself off. Then wrapped the towel around you again. You quickly went over to the basin. Brushing your teeth, then cleaning your tongue.
Once you finished cleaning your teeth, you walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Walking over to the tallboy. Opening the draw, that seemed to have your clothes. It hurt your heart that he kept your clothes, yet he doesn’t want to kiss you. You grabbed a pair of panties. Dropping the towel. You put them on with great difficulty. As well as the rest of the clothes. The jeans were the worst.
You let out a sigh of relief. Walking out of the guest bedroom. You saw a note on the kitchen island counter. Walking over to the counter. Reading the words on the note. Your psychotherapy appointment is tomorrow at 11 am.
You let out a sigh, dropping the piece of paper. He could have just told you that in person and not left it on a note. You needed air. But you didn’t have the keys to the place. You thought about it for a second before deciding to leave. It was the last unit on the top floor, and you could just wait by the door anyways.
You left his apartment. Closing the door. Walking towards the elevator. You pressed a button. Making the elevator make a noise as it went up to the top floor. Doors opening. You quickly rushed into the elevator. You pressed the lobby button. The doors slide closed. The elevator descended, till it reached the lobby. Making a chiming sound. The doors sliding open. You quickly exited. Sidestepping a woman, as she got into the elevator. You felt a little self-conscious as some people in the lobby stared at you. You felt a little relieved as you exited the apartment complex. You looked back at the building to see a name, but it had no name.
“Great,” You muttered to yourself. You hoped you didn’t get lost.
A cool hitting your face. You slowly walked down the sidewalk. Taking in the buildings and stores.
You weren’t really watching where you were going. Running into a woman and a stand of flowers. The flowers cluttering to the floor. The woman cursed.
You got up. Helping her out. The best you could.
“I’m sorry,” You apologized profusely. The woman took a good look at you before letting out an annoyed huff. Making you grumble.
“Course it’s you. Haven’t you done enough?” She snapped. You looked at her confused. Feeling slightly hurt by her words.
You were about to speak when you heard a familiar voice.
“Seriously, Norah, you don’t have to be a bitch, it’s not like she purposely set out to wreck your flowers,” Kyle snapped. Making Norah look at him. Clenching her jaw. Eyes narrowing into slits. You could tell something happened between the two of them.
“Of course, you would defend her, my father isn’t an abuser, he didn’t do this to her,” She growled out. Storming into the flower shop.
“She hates me,” You sighed. Kyle moved to stand in front of you.
“Don’t worry about her, do you want to go get coffee?” Kyle asked. Rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
“On a date?” You asked. Arching an eyebrow. This simple gesture made Kyle’s heart race,
“Just as a get-to-know basis?” Kyle responded. Making you give him a small smile.
“Aren’t you working?” You asked.
“My shift isn’t until later on,” He spoke. Making you smile.
“Okay,” You agreed. Kyle flashed you a smile.
Both of you walked towards a small coffee shop. Taking a seat on one of the outdoor chairs.
“Say if it was a date would you say yes?” Kyle asked. Making you look at him in surprise.
“Well….I mean….I could be in a relationship or married,” You gasped out.
Kyle looked at your left hand. Seeing no ring occupied it.
“I don’t see a ring on your finger,” He replied cheekily. Making you let out a tiny chuckle.
“True… could have slipped off,” You spoke. Making Kyle frown. Before he smiled again. He was about to speak when a waitress came up to the table. Handing Kyle and you a menu each. Kyle and you smiled at her.
“Thank you,” Kyle and you both spoke at the same time.
Both of you looked at the menu, then ordered. The waitress wrote down Kyle’s order as well as yours. Taking the menus from Kyle and you. Telling the two of you that the coffees should be out soon. Then left to go inside the coffee shop
“So… what’s up WITH Norah and you? I mean I get she hates me because of that whole thing with her father, but I feel like there was something more, I felt tension?” You asked. Kyle let out a heavy sigh.
‘She is my ex, long story short, it was a horrible relationship,” Kyle explained. You gave him a sympathetic smile.
“I’m sorry,” You spoke.
“It’s not your fault, we were young and stupid,” Kyle sighed.
The waitress came back with two cups of coffee. Placing them down on the table in front of Kyle and you.
Kyle and you thanked her. Taking a sip of coffee.
“Y/n,” Connor gasped out frantically. Making you turn around. You gave him a slight smile. He looked frantic. Eyes full of worry. Hair was disheveled.
“I’ve been looking for you,” Connor gasped out. While Kyle raised his eyebrow. What has Connor your keeper?
Connor felt intense amounts of jealousy when he saw Kyle and you sipping coffee.
He knew he had no right to get jealous since he rejected your advances last night. But it was only because he wanted you to remember him. Remember what the two of you shared before he goes down that road again or tries something.
You quickly finished your coffee. Giving Kyle an apologetic smile. You got up.
“I’ll see you around,” You spoke. Giving him a soft smile. You turned around. Walking over to Connor.
Connor and you walked away. Leaving jealousy to boil in Kyle’s veins. He felt so crushed as he watched you walk off with Connor….
• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••
Adam bought the tip of the beer bottle up to his lips. Wrapping his lips around the tip. Tipping of the bottle up. He chugged on the beer. Giving Roddy a nod, as he sat down on the couch next to him
“Well, today was exhausting,” Roddy sighed. Taking a sip of the beer.
“Yeah, still haven’t made progress with that case,” Adam grumbled.
Roddy grabbed Adam’s knee in a comforting gesture.
“We will find out who she is,” Roddy reassured Adam.
“Hopefully soon,” Adam grumbled. Taking another sip.
Roddy and Adam’s attention turned to the door, as Bobby and Kyle came through the door.
“How was work?” Roddy asked as they dumped the duffle bags they took to work near the hallway
“Eventful,” Kyle sighed.
“You’d think people would learn to turn the heater off by now,” Bobby sighed. As he sat down on one of the chairs. While Kyle walked towards the kitchen to grab beers for him and Bobby.
Kyle came back into the living room. Handing Bobby a beer. Sitting down on the couch. He looking dejected. Kyle twisted the cap off the beer bottle. Adam took notice of his friend's mood.
“Why do you look so down?” Adam asked.
“That woman we found in that barn fire on Mr. Williams farm, I had a coffee date with her, but then Connor came, and swooped her away. She must be staying with him, it’s not like I stand a chance against him,” Kyle huffed out. Feeling slightly better he got that off his chest,
Adam had to stop himself from smiling as he thought of an idea. He could finally find out the identity of that woman.
“You should ask her out again, woo her until she falls for you,” Adam encouraged. Kyle furrowed his eyebrows.
“I suppose,” Kyle sighed. Still not convinced. For one he didn’t have your number. He knew where Connor lived. But he didn’t want to seem desperate.
“Come on man, you’re a catch, don’t put yourself down,” Bobby reassured Kyle.
“I’m sure she sees nothing in Connor, isn’t he, her doctor? Bit unprofessional if he is still her doctor,” Roddy spoke.
“I don’t know they seemed pretty close,” Kyle sighed. Taking a sip.
“Firefighters are way better than doctors,” Adam stated. Arching an eyebrow. Kyle rolled his eyes.
“Look dude, if you like her go for it, you haven’t dated anyone since Norah, I want you to be happy, you deserve to be happy,” Adam sighed.
Kyle let out a sigh. Maybe he should ask you out again, try to get out of the friendzone.
“I’ll see if she is free on the weekend. I’m sure she has some sort of therapy, considering what she’s been through,” Kyle spoke.
“That’s my boy,” Adam boasted. As all four of them took sips of their beers.
Adam couldn’t wait to find out the information Kyle would feed him about this unidentified woman….
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Jay glared at Austin as Austin took the stand. He had a suspicious feeling Austin knew more than he was letting on. He had a feeling that Austin had something to do with his sister's disappearance, possibly murder. He hoped this inquest unravelled Austin’s lies.
Jay clenched his jaw as Austin started to answer the question. Will spared a glance at his brother seeing Jay fuming.
“I love her, I just wish Roman would tell us where he put her body,” Austin responded to a question Jay wasn’t listening to. Jay had enough. He stood up in a fit of rage.
“We all that’s a lie, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were the one that killed her, you have abused her before. Which is why I think you kidnapped her and murdered her, then pinned it on some mafia boss she was dating,” Jay snapped. Making everyone in the courtroom turned to look at Jay.
“Mr. Halstead, sit down,” The judge spoke. Making Jay let out a grumble.
“No, he is the reason why my sister is missing. Possibly dead, if he claims he loved her so much, then why did he put bruises on her body. Laid his grimy hands on her. He abused her,” Jay snapped.
“Mr. Halstead,” The judge warned him.
“I did hurt her but that was my PTSD, I felt so bad after I hurt her. You should know that since you were in the military,” Austin spoke. Looking sad. Jay knew it was fake.
“Don’t use that as an excuse,” Jay shouted. Fury in his eyes.
The judge ordered the security guards to escort Jay out.
“I’m going to prove it was you, your lies will unravel, and the truth will come out,” Jay shouted as the guards escorted him out of the room.
Jay walked back to his truck. Fishing the keys out of his pockets. Jay unlocked the truck. Opening the door, and getting in. Putting the key in the ignition.
He wished he could have done more. His mind flashed back to when he last had an encounter with you before you disappeared.
“Y/n, open up,” Jay demanded. Banging on the door. You squeezed your eyes shut. Praying he would go away. You didn’t want him to see you with a black eye and busted lip.
Unfortunately for you, Jay didn’t go away. He pulled out the spare key you gave him. Putting it into the lock and unlocking the door. You cursed under your breath. Taking a step back from the door, as he opened it.
Jay’s eyes landed on you. He looked at you with a worried expression
“What happened? Who did this to you?” Jay asked. Looking at you with concerned eyes.
“Was it that new boyfriend of yours, because I swear if he turns out to be another Austin,” Jay grumbled. Concern turning into fury.
“No, it wasn’t Roman,” You sighed. Looking away from Jay. Glancing at the floor instead of Jay.
“It was Austin wasn’t,” Jay assumed.
“Course it was,” Jay grumbled.
“Jay, please, I’m handling it, he must have heard I was dating and he got jealous,” You sighed out. Giving him a pleading look.
“You are not safe from him y/n, let me handle this,” Jay spoke.
“I’m dealing with it,” You sighed.
“How are you dealing with it?” Jay snapped. Making you flinch. His eyes softened. His hands gently resting on your shoulder. Eyes looking into yours.
“I’m just worried one day you are going to end up in a body bag,” Jay sighed. You gave him a small smile.
“I’m going to get through this Jay,” You spoke softly voice cracking.
Jay went back to reality. He wished he did something that day. But he didn’t. But he was going to do something now. He was going to prove Austin killed you.
Jay turned the key in the ignition. Starting the truck. He quickly put his seatbelt on. Putting the handbrake down. then putting the transmission into gear. Jay pressed his foot on the accelerator leaving the courthouse to go to the 21st district.
Once he got there. He parked his truck. Storming into the 21st district. Not saying hello to Trudy as he walked past the front desk. He ran up the stairs. Punching the code word in. jay rushed up the stairs. Going into the bullpen. Hailey, Kevin, Adam, and Kim looked at Jay as he rushed into Hank's office. They all shared glances at each other. Feeling worried for their colleague and friend. Jay’s been on edge ever since your disappearance.
“I need your help, I’m hundred percent certain, that Austin Smith, murdered my twin sister, I saw her the night she disappeared he hurt her, she had a black eye and a busted lip,” Jay spoke.
Hank let out a grunt. Looking at Jay. He could tell this was wearing Jay down. he also had a feeling Austin wasn’t being truthful.
“I believe you, but if we are going to do this, we have to make sure we get hard evidence, bug his phones, keep this operation hush-hush, he is also a cop,” Hank spoke. Making Jay feel slightly better.
“We’re going to get this bastard, he is going to pay for what he did to my sister,” Jay spoke. Hank got up. Gesturing for Jay to follow him. Jay followed him.
“Alright, for now on we have one case and one case only, do not tell anyone else about the details of this case, you will not utter a single word about this case other than to the people in this team,” Hank spoke.
Hank looked at Jay. Jay nodded. Going to the whiteboard and writing y/n Halstead.
“Y/n Halstead, has been missing for a month, presumed dead, Austin blames Roman Reigns a mob boss in Chicago, for the disappearance of Y/n Halstead, Jay last saw her on the night she disappeared, a black eye and a busted lip, now we can assume Roman did it, but Austin has a history of hurting y/n, maybe he took it to far,” Hank spoke.
“We are going to bug his place, all his devices, till he confesses, gear up,” Hank spoke again. Walking out of the bullpen.
The rest of the team followed Hank. Getting ready to plant a bug in Austin Smith's house. The air was tense…
Hailey and Kim rode with Jay, while Adam and Kevin rode together and Hank drove alone.
“We will find her, Jay,” Hailey reassured Jay. Giving him a reassuring look. Jay tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Pressing his foot on the gas more.
“I just want her back,” Jay mumbled.
Kim and Hailey shared a look.
“How did the inquest go?” Kim asked.
“Horrible, he’s trying to play the victim,” Jay grumbled. Feeling slightly better as they all reached Austin’s house. He parked the truck.
Hailey was about to open her mouth when Jay got out of the car.
“He just wants to find her,” Kim sighed. As they both got out.
All of them slowly and tacitly walked to Austin’s house. Hailey, Adam, and Jay going behind the house, while Kim, Kevin, and Hank were out the front. Checking to see if Austin was home. When they found out he wasn’t. Adam picked the lock. Letting out a laugh of victory. Hailey, Jay, and Adam walked into the house, checking the area. Adam quickly went to the front. Opening the front door. Letting Kevin, Hank, and Kim in.
“Let's get in and get out,” Hank commanded. All of them nodded. Going off and placing bugs discreetly.
Once they finished placing the bug they all exited the house, Jay, Hailey, and Kevin going into the surveillance van while Kim, Adam, and Hank got into the vehicles. All they had to do was wait till Austin exposed himself…
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You stared at the painting that was hanging in the psychotherapy waiting room. Waiting for your appointment. Technically it was CBT- Cognitive behavioral therapy, at least that’s what Connor told you last night. You were surprised he told you that. He has been acting weird and distant ever since you kissed him.
A woman who looked like she was in her late forties came out of the room. Then another middle-aged woman came out of the room as well. She gave you a warm welcoming smile.
“Come in, my name is Aurella,” She spoke.
You quickly got up. Walking into the room and sitting on the chair. Aurella shut the door. Walking over to the chair in front of you. She sat down.
“So, you’ve been through a lot, and since you suffered a brain injury and a head trauma. Your brain had repressed your memory. I’m here to help you regain some of those memories, like your name, life before coming here, and only if you want to what happened to you that lead you to have such this massive trauma,” She spoke in a comforting voice. You nodded your head. Giving her a small smile.
“First we are going to start small, we are going to start with your name,” She spoke.
“Lay down, and close your eyes,” She told you. You did as she told you to do.
“Now relax,” She spoke again. You heard paper moving.
“I want you to picture something that makes you feel calm,” She spoke. Looking at your body language.
You tried to relax, but your vision just showed black.
“Some people picture the beach or lying in a field of flowers looking up at the sky,” Aurella spoke.
Your vision slowly picturing the field of flowers. Strolling through the field of flowers, you hear someone call out your name.
“What name do you hear?” She asked.
Your mind pictured you wandering in a field of flowers. A voice saying y/n. you turned around to see a guy with an evil smirk. Your heart racing. You looked down to see blood. You could smell the metallic smell of blood.
Your eyes shot open. Breathing heavily.
“Are you okay?” Aurella asked you. Looking at you with a concerned look.
“Y/n, that’s what I heard,” You told her. Leaving out the part of the guy you saw and the blood.
“Okay,” She spoke. Writing notes down in the book she was holding. She looked back up at you. Giving you a warm smile. As she noticed you looked uncomfortable.
“I’ll see you next week,” She spoke. Standing up.
“It was lovely meeting you,” Aurella spoke. As you got up. She assisted you to the door. Opening the door for you.
“You two,” You responded.
“Take care,” She spoke. As you walked out the door. Giving her a small smile. You walked over to the receptionist. She looked up.
“I have you booked for the same time and day next week. No need to pay Connor, I mean Dr. Rhodes paid for it,” She spoke.
“Thanks,” You spoke. You turned around to walk out of the room, as well as the hospital. Walking through the town.
You saw the flower shop. Your eyes darted around, as you thought whether to talk to Norah. You decided to talk. After that image, you saw you had to tell her. Maybe she would hate you less.
You took a deep breath. Walking over to the flower shop. As you entered the flower shop. The door chimed. Anxiety bubbled up inside of you.
Norah looked up. Her warm welcoming smile disappeared as she realized it was you. She looked angry.
“Norah…” You started to say. But she cut you off.
“How do you know my name?” She snapped out. Your heart quickened.
‘From yesterday,” You gulped out.
“Oh, right, why are you here? What do you want?” She snapped out. Fury in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, for what you are going through, people accusing your father of hurting me, I know he didn’t do it,” You spoke in a soft voice.
“Then tell the cops,” She growled out.
“It’s complicated,” You sighed. She let out an annoyed huff.
Neither Norah nor you noticing someone was listening. Hiding behind the back room. That person happened to be Jey Uso.
Jey’s eyes widened in shock. Mouth a gap. You were alive. He felt a small bit of relief. He had to tell Roman.
‘You know what you can do, go away, everything was fine till you showed up,” Norah snapped.
“I’m sorry,” You gasped out. Feeling tears prick your eyes.
“Why don’t you do everyone in this town a favor and disappear again, this time show up in a town not covered in blood,” She snapped. Storming off.
You let out a heavy sigh. Turning around and walking out the door.
Feeling deflated. You walked down the streets. looking down at your feet.
“Hey,” You heard a familiar voice call out to you. You looked up to see Kyle coming towards you.
“Hey Kyle,” You greeted him.
“How are you doing?” Kyle asked.
“Alright, how about you?” You replied.
“Same, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out again, on Saturday, have some coffee and lunch, at the same coffee shop, only if you want to,” Kyle suggested in a nervous tone.
“Sure,” You replied. Making Kyle smile brightly. You smiled at him.
He took out a piece of paper. Handing it to you. You arched an eyebrow. Seeing numbers on it.
“It’s my phone number,” He spoke.
“Oh, thank you, I don’t have a phone, but I will definitely see you on Saturday, what time?” You asked.
“A bit after eleven,” Kyle responded.
Another voice called out Kyle’s name. Making Kyle turn his attention towards the person who called his name.
Kyle looked back at you. Giving you a warm smile.
“I have to go, I’ll see you on Saturday, take care,” Kyle spoke. Giving you a warm smile.
He took off running towards his friend and co-worker Bobby. Leaving you to stare at the piece of paper that had his phone number on it…
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Jey was beyond thrilled his shift at the flower shop was over. He was staying in a cabin with Roman at Norah Williams farm. She told him she needed help at the flower shop. So, he helped her, mainly to get on her good books.
He listened for hours on days while she ranted about this unidentified woman who ended up in her barn that burnt down. Jey thought it was interesting that there was an unidentified woman in the town. Maybe it was y/n since they didn’t find her body. Roman thought Austin killed her given he was the one that saved her from Austin. But Jey believed you were still alive, and he was right.
Jey stopped the car at the cabin Roman and he was staying in. putting the handbrake up. Putting the car in park, he turned the car off. Pulling out the keys. He quickly got out. Rushing out of the car. Slamming the door. He quickly ran to the cabin. Opening the door and slamming it.
Roman looked up from the TV giving Jey an annoyed look.
“How was the flower shop?” Roman asked.
“Interesting,” Jey responded. Walking towards Roman. Till he was standing in front of him.
‘I don’t think anything about a flower shop would be interesting unless you met a woman, who is she? You know we can’t stay long here,” Roman spoke.
“I found her,” Jey spoke. Eyes gleaming. Finally feeling happy he got that off his chest. Unfortunately, Roman thought he meant something different.
Roman rolled his eyes. Letting out a drawn-out sigh.
“Jey, this was a temporary thing, we can’t stay here, break up with her,” Roman demanded.
“I don’t think you understand, I found her,” Jey spoke again. Looking desperately at Roman.
“Well, I’m sure you will find another woman at the next town,” Roman grumbled.
“I found y/n,” Jey slightly shouted. Making Roman’s eyes widened. Mouth a gap.
He stood up.
“But he…” Roman gasped out in shock.
“She’s alive, though I think she was amnesia,” Jey spoke.
“Do you know what this means,” Roman spoke.
“Your innocent,” Jay responded. Roman grabbed Jey’s shoulders. Looking into his eyes.
“We can kidnap her and get out of this town,” Roman spoke. Making Jey look at Roman with confusion.
“But she doesn’t remember anything let alone her name,” Jey spoke.
“Doesn’t matter, I can’t lose her again,” Roman gasped out. Jey gulped before speaking.
“Then when do we do it?” Jey asked.
“We keep tabs on her, and when she is alone, we take her,” Roman spoke. Smiling at Jey. Bringing his hand up to Jey’s face and patting it out…
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Carson trailed behind Connor at a safe distance. Making sure she didn't get caught. She saw him go into a room.
She quickly pressed her ear to the door. Listening in on the quiet talking.
"Connor, I can't tell you how she went?' Aurella sighed.
"Please," Connor begged. Aurella let out a sigh.
"Her name is y/n, but I have a feeling she saw something else, just by how she woke up in a fright, I didn't persist because that wouldn't help her, given her current situation," Aurella spoke. Connor felt defeated you didn't remember him yet.
Carson smiled to herself as she found out this unidentified woman's name. She sneaked away, going into a supply closet. Taking out her phone. Unlocking the phone. She went into the messaging app. Going into the convo she had with Adam.
Her name is Y/n, didn't get the last name, but I hope that helps. She typed, then pressed sent.
A few minutes later her phone vibrated. She smiled as she saw his reply.
Thank you, it helps a lot. Adam responded.
She quickly replied with a kiss emoji before locking her phone. Putting it back in her pocket. She composed herself before walking out of the supply closet, getting back to work...
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Adam smirked as he reread the text Carson sent him. He finally had her name.
He looked at the screen of the PC.
"I got a lead, found out her name," Adam spoke, as he noticed Roddy walking into his office, holding a paper bag and a box with two coffees in it.
"Really, did she tell you?" Roddy asked. Eyes sparkling with delight. He placed the box that held the coffees on the desk. Putting the paper bag on the desk as well.
"Nah, a CI told me," Adam spoke, as he took one of the coffees, Roddy stopped opening the paper bag. Looking at Adam curiously.
"Right, is this CI Carson?" He asked as he grabbed his food.
Adam shrugged his shoulders.
"Be careful, I know you want to solve this case..." Roddy started to say only for Adam to cut him off.
"And I have, all I have to do is run her first name through the database, filter it to missing cases, and I have her identity," Adam spoke.
"Right, well I'll leave you to it, I'm on my lunch break," Roddy spoke. Picking up the box that only held one coffee cup now, as well as picking up the brown paper bag.
"Call me if you need me," Roddy spoke, as he walked away. Adam moved his hand in a dismissive gesture.
Adam typed y/n in the database, filtering it to missing, a few names popped up. He looked at every single one of them, feeling deflated. Adam pressed on another one. A smile gracing his lips as he saw the woman had the same similar facial features as you.
"Bingo, Y/n Halstead," Adam cheered.
Adam opened another tab, going into google. He typed in Y/n Halstead. Smiling proudly as he saw results. He went into an article. Reading the words that were written, he scrolled down, till he reached a video. Adam pressed play on the video.
A police officer looked up at the camera with sad eyes. Letting out a sigh before speaking.
"My name is officer Smith," Austin spoke voice full of pain. He looked down at the ground, letting out a sigh. He looked back up with glassy eyes.
"Y/n Halstead has been missing for months, her brother Jay was the last one to see her, y/n might be my ex, but I still care deeply for her. Y/n has been involved with Roman Reigns a notorious mob boss, I believe he may have caused her harm or killed her. Unfortunately, we haven't found y/n yet, but we are hoping if we find Roman and his accomplish Jey, we will hopefully get information on where he is holding her or buried her. If you have any information or potential leads please don't hesitate to call this number on the screen, as well as my number which is flashing across the screen. We just want y/n back Roman; we won't charge you if you cooperate," Officer Smith spoke.
Adam quickly paused the video. Grabbing a sticky note and a pen. He saw a picture of a woman showing on the screen as well as the numbers, it looked a lot like the unidentified woman.
He wrote both numbers down on the sticky note. Adam picked up the phone in his office. Calling Officer Smith's phone number.
Adam heard the phone ringing. Officer Smith picked up on the third ring.
"Hello, officer Smith speaking," Austin spoke.
Adam smirked leaning back on his chair, as he looked out the window. He noticed it was night time.
"Hello, officer Smith, this is officer Cole, I think I have some information on your ex-girlfriend, Y/n Halstead, an unidentified woman who came into our town, and after doing a little digging I believe she is Y/n Halstead," Adam spoke.
"Send me the details of your county and I will come," Austin spoke. As Adam smirked not knowing the danger that was laying ahead....
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Connor heard muffled crying coming from the guest room as he locked his front door. He quickly rushed into the guest room. Pulse racing.
Connor opened the door rushing inside the bedroom to see you hugging your legs with your uninjured arm. Rocking back and forth. Tears falling from your eyes. Your body was shaking.
"Y/n," Connor called out softly. His voice full of worry, as he cautiously came over to you.
You flinched as he neared you. Letting out a soft whimper. It broke his heart.
"It's just me, Connor," He spoke with a soft reassuring voice. You looked up at him with teary eyes. Lips trembling. It broke his heart even more.
"I remember what he did, what he did to me, how he abused me, how he hit me till I passed out, or maybe he believed I was dead," You sobbed out. Connor looked so heartbroken.
He quickly sat beside you. Wrapping his arms around you. You immediately fall into him. Holding onto him for dear life, as your body trembled.
"I'm here," He reassured you. His hand rubbing up and down your back. Rubbing soothing circles.
Whispering comforting and reassuring words to you. Eventually, your sobs subsided, your eyes growing heavily, slowly drifting back to sleep in Connor's arms.
Connor looked down at you with a sad expression. He was worried about you. Having you in his arms was too painful, especially when you didn't remember him or the history he and you shared. Connor delicately placed you down on the bed. Pulling the sheet over your body. Gazing at you for a second, before he turned around. Quietly walking out the door. He closed the door ever so softly.
Letting out a small sigh, he took out his phone. Unlocking it and going into the contacts. Scrolling down his contacts till he found Jay's contact. Connor pressed on it. Pressing the call icon. Bringing the phone up to his ear.
Connor waited till Jay picked up. When he did, he didn't wait till Jay said anything.
"Hey jay, it's your sister, she came to Florida, all banged up with no memory loss, and I'm worried about her," Connor spoke softly.
Connor heard heavy breathing.
"She's alive..." Jay gasped out.
"Yeah," Connor responded.
"Don't go anywhere I'm coming to get her," Jay spoke. Connor heard rustling on the other end, then a vehicle starting before he heard the phone cut off...
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Hailey exited the coffee shop. Holding the cardboard cup holder and a takeout bag. She had to beg Jay to take a break with her. Though he told the rest of the team to keep him informed. Hailey smiled politely at a woman as the woman passed her. Hailey heard a vehicle starting up, as well as tires screeching on the road. Hailey saw Jay drive off in a hurry without her. She quickly went over to a table. Putting the cardboard cup holder and bag on the table. She grabbed her walkie-talkie.
"Jay, what the hell?" She spoke into the walkie-talkie.
"I'm sorry, but I found news about y/n," Jay spoke. Cutting the walkie-talkie off.
Hailey was about to talk again when Kim's voice came through the walkie talkie
"Jay, Hailey, Austin got a call from a Florida police officer that y/n is in Florida,"
Hailey let out a relieved sigh, then felt a wave of anxiety wash over her at the thought of your ex finding you first. Possibly killing you.
"Can you pick me up, Jay must have found out first and left me here at a small coffee shop," Hailey spoke.
"Yeah, sure," Kim spoke, through the walkie-talkie...
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You woke up with a gasp. Drenched in sweat. You looked around to realize you were alone. The house was quiet. He either left or was avoiding you or he was working. A frown formed on your lips. You slowly got up. Your temple throbbing as you did so.
You glanced at the alarm clock on the bed. Eyes widening as you realized it was 11:59 am. You quickly got up. Rushing to the bathroom stripping off your clothes. Turning the taps on to the bathtub.
You quickly did your morning routine, then got dressed. Rushing out of the door. You rushed to the café shop. Seeing Kyle sitting at a table. Looking slightly sad. He heard footsteps approaching him. He looked up to see you approaching him. His face lighting up with happiness.
"I am so sorry, I had a rough night, and I overslept," You spoke. Smiling at him.
"It's okay, are you okay?" Kyle asked as he got up. He was going to pull your chair out for you, but you already sat down. Kyle sat back down awkwardly. Ear burning red with embarrassment.
"Yeah," You responded.
"I have some news, Adam found out your name, it is Y/n Halstead, also, your ex-Austin Smith is coming," Kyle spoke. Kyle noticed your whole demeanor changed to a look of pure fear.
Your heart was beating faster. As flashbacks flashed of Austin hurting you. As well as beating you until you passed out. He probably thought you were dead, and now he found you, he was going to kill you.
"I have to go," You gasped out. Standing up abruptly. The chair clattered to the ground. Not that you cared. You rushed off leaving Kyle to look at you with a worried expression. You were not okay...
You ran as fast as your legs could take you. Passing people. Some of them looked at you like you were on drugs.
You felt a hand clamp around your mouth, then an arm wrap around your body. Pulling you closer to their body. You kicked wildly. Trying to free yourself. But they were stronger. They dragged you down the alleyway. You screamed for help. But their hand clamped down hard on your mouth. Muffling your cries for help. You saw Kyle in the distance, but he couldn't see you. Tears fell from your eyes, as they dragged you to the car. What if this person was Austin or someone he paid. Austin lived in Chicago. Surely, he wouldn't have come to Florida that quick.
They opened the back door. Pushing you into the car. They slammed the door shut. Walking to the front driver's side getting in.
You saw two guys turn to look at you. You shivered in fear.
"You're really alive," Roman gasped out. While you just whimpered, tears falling from your eyes rapidly. He reached out to wipe your tears away, but you flinched, moving back. Roman's facial expression turned into a look of sadness.
"Who are you? Are you going to kill me?" You gasped out. Roman looked at Jey. Before looking back at you. Making you even more anxious.
"I'm Roman, we were dating till your ex kidnapped you and tortured you, but your alive now and that's all that matters, this is Jey, my cousin" Roman spoke. Pointing at Jey who was in the driver's side. Roman glanced at Jey. Jey started the car up, the doors locked making you panic. Driving away. You passed Kyle, along the way. Your pulse racing. You didn't have many options, the doors were locked, the windows were tinted dark. Even if you did pound on the window, it's not like Kyle could see you. Your only option was to wait till they stopped at a petrol station and flee...
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Austin stepped off the helicopter that landed on a field. He smiled as he saw Officer Cole leaning against a car. He walked over to him with confidence.
Once he reached officer Cole. He stuck out his hand. Shaking hands with him.
"She's living with Connor Rhodes," Adam spoke. Making Austin's jaw clenched tight. Austin smiled at Adam.
"Then we should check there first," Austin spoke. Making Adam smile.
Adam walked towards the driver's side, while Austin walked towards the passenger side. Adam and Austin got into the car. Adam started the car, driving off. Adam sped towards Connor's apartment. Silence settling in.
Adam parked the car in front of the apartment complex. Austin got out before Adam could even utter a word. Adam got out as well. Catching up to Austin. Both took the elevator.
Adam pressed the top floor. Austin and him waiting for the elevator to reach the top floor. Adam could sense Austin was in no mood to chat.
The elevator reached the top floor. The doors slide open. Austin and Adam walked out of the elevator.
"His room is the one at the end," Adam spoke. As they both walked to the last room.
Austin roughly smashed his shoulder into the door. Breaking it. Adam looked surprised at the action.
Austin quickly walked into the apartment. Looking for you. Calling out your name but no answer.
He let out a frustrated grunt. Looking out the window. Clenching his fists. He Saw a few cameras scattered around.
He turned wildly around to face Adam.
"Do those security cameras work?" Austin asked.
"Yeah, I can get the tech to send me the feed if you want," Adam replied.
"That would be great," Austin grumbled.
Adam quickly did what Austin requested. Coming over to Austin once he got the feed.
"The tech guy sent me this," Adam spoke. Showing him the video. It was you running, then a hand grabbed your mouth. Pulling you into the alleyway. A few minutes later a car went out of the alleyway.
"Track the car's plates, put a bolo on that car, it's Roman, we have to save her," Austin ordered. As he exited the apartment. Adam hot on his trail. Doing what Austin asked...
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Nerves ran through your body, as you made yourself look small.
Roman and Jey were talking amongst themselves. Roman turned around to look at you. He was about to speak when a car crashed into the driver's side, causing such force the car flipped over.
Glass shattered everywhere; the car rolled a couple of times till it stopped on the roof. Roman, Jey, and you all knocked unconscious.
Memories came flooding back to you. Your relationship with Austin, Roman, and you, when he first saved you from Austin, Connor and you having a friend with benefits relationship. Letting him leave Chicago without telling him about your feelings for him, Austin hurting you, walking to this town, your two brothers Jay and Will, everything came back to you in a rush.
Your eyes fluttered open, as you let out a gasp of pain. Everything hurt. Blood crusted on the top of your head. Nose bleeding. You were sure you dislocated your shoulder. Lucky it was the one with the sling.
You looked around your surroundings to realize you were upside down. Your hand reached down to your seatbelt. Undoing it. Suppressing a yelp of pain. If your shoulder wasn't dislocated before it definitely was now that you fell shoulder first onto the roof.
You crawled out of the car. Glass scraping your skin. You staggered to Roman's side. Pressing your index and middle finger against his windpipe. It was faint. Blood was running down his forehead. You looked past him to see how Jey was. Only to see the steering wheel embedded into his stomach. You reached over to check his pulse. But felt nothing. Your stomach turned. You quickly unbuckled Roman. Pulling him out of the car with great difficulty.
Roman's eyes fluttered open. He looked up at you with glazed eyes.
"Roman," You gasped out. Your hand stroking his cheek. Looking down at him with worried eyes.
"Y/n..." Roman grumbled out.
"I remember you," You gasped out. Tears pricking your eyes.
Roman smiled. Before coughing. You quickly accessed his body for wounds. Finding a large piece of glass sticking out of his leg. Before you could treat it, Roman grabbed your hand. Looking at you.
"Is Jey okay?" Roman asked. Making your pulse quicken. You shook your head no.
Roman's eyes watered. He opened his mouth to say something, but a sound of a gunshot rang out. Your eyes widen as you saw a bullet wound in the side of Roman's temple. You let out a scream. Shuffling away from Roman. Breathing getting heavier. You looked up to see your ex- Austin stalking towards you. You quickly got up. Running into the woods. Austin following you.
"You can run but you can't hide," He shouted. As you ran faster. Tree branches scratching your skin, you looked back now and then.
"Come on. y/n, let's finish what we started," Austin shouted. He sounded close. You quickly looked behind you, not noticing a root of a tree sticking out, your foot got caught and you tripped over.
You heard footsteps coming towards you. Looking around. Seeing a thick brunch on the ground. Wrapping your fingers around the brunch. You turned around to see Austin looming above you. You quickly got up. Swinging the brunch hard against his temple. It stunned him. You tried to run away but Austin wrapped his arms around you. Tackling you to the ground with such force it knocked the wind out of you. He turned you around to face him. Sitting on you, so you didn't escape. You tried to escape but you couldn't escape.
Austin looked at you with wild eyes.
"Do it," You growled. Glaring at him.
"I don't want to, but I have to, I love you so much, y/n know that but sometimes you make me angry," Austin spoke. Pressing the muzzle of the gun to your forehead.
Before he could pull the trigger another sound of a gun firing cut through the air. Austin's eyes glazed over as he slumped down on top of you. You quickly pushing him off you.
"Y/n," Jay gasped out. Rushing over to you.
Jay helped you up.
"Jay," You gasped out. As you wrapped your arms around him. Hugging each other.
"I remember..." You sobbed out. As Jay hugged you tighter.
"It's okay, I've got you, he can't hurt you anymore," Jay spoke. Pulling away from you. You nodded. Feeling slightly dizzy.
Jay looked at you with concern. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you fainted. Jay quickly caught you picking you up and rushing out of the woods. He didn't stop running till he reached his truck. Opening the back door, place you gently down on the back seat. He closed the door. Quickly going to the driver's side. Opening the door and getting in. shutting the door. Jay turned the keys, putting the handbrake down, he started the truck, pressing his foot down hard on the accelerator. Speeding off towards the nearest hospital. Speeding through every red light.
Jay stopped at the emergency entrance, hopping out and opening the back door. Grabbing hold of you. He rushed into the hospital.
"Help my sister, she fainted," Jay shouted. Nurses rushed over to Jay, taking you out of his arms and onto a gurney. Wheeling you off, leaving Jay to look at the doors they took you through...
Jay sat on the uncomfortable chair, in the waiting room. Waiting for news on how you were. He looked up as he heard footsteps making their way over to him. Jay glared at Connor.
"Jay..." Connor started to say but Jay cut him off.
"You could have called me early when she came into this town," Jay grunted. Standing up.
"Jay..." Connor tried to speak again but Jay cut him off.
"Is she okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, just a concussion, and a dislocated shoulder," Connor spoke. Making Jay sigh.
"You can see her if you want," Connor spoke. Jay nodded his head. As he silently followed Connor to your room. Biting his tongue.
Jay quickly walked into your room. Feeling slightly relieved.
"Hey Jay," You spoke softly. Noticing Connor at the door. Your gaze turned back to your twin brother.
Jay quickly wrapped his arms around you. Making you let out a tiny groan as he bumped your shoulder. Jay loosened his grip. Pulling away and sitting on the side of the bed. Looking at you through tear-filled eyes.
"Come back to Chicago with me," Jay spoke. Your eyes glanced to the door to see Connor wasn't there. Your heart plummeting to the pit of your stomach. You nodded your head. Jay smiled brightly. Glad you were coming home with him.
"I'm going to go get something to eat, do you want something?" Jay asked. You nodded your head no, Jay hugged you again, before leaving to the vending machine.
Jay took out some spare change, putting it into the slot. Pressing the number on the vending machine. Jay's eyes wandered off. Seeing an officer get treated. He quickly grabbed his food, walking slowly. He listened to the conversation. Hearing your ex's name being bought up.
"He crashed into that car," Adam spoke. Jay put two and two together. Anger rising within him.
"I'm so glad you are okay," A nurse spoke.
"You teamed up with my sister's ex, what is wrong with you," Jay snapped. Glaring at Adam, as he stood in the door frame.
"I didn't know," Adam gasped out looking at Jay with a guilty expression.
"I hope you have a bad time sleeping at night," Jay bitterly spoke. Turning around and walking back to your room. Seeing a guy with brown hair holding flowers stand in the middle of the hallway looking into your room, a deflated look on his face. Jay arched an eyebrow. Walking up to him. He looked at what he was looking at, seeing Connor and you talking. Connor was holding your hand.
"Who are you?" Jay asked. Making Kyle jump in fright. Kyle turned to look at the person who spoke to him.
'Kyle, I saved, y/n when she first came here," Kyle responded. Making Jay nod thoughtfully.
"Thanks, but y/n is fine now, she's going back to Chicago," Jay spoke. Making Kyle's heart sink.
"Um, can you give these to her," Kyle spoke, handing Jay a boutique of flowers. Kyle turned around and left, looking dejected.
Jay listened in on what Connor and you were talking about.
"Jay wants me to go back to Chicago though, but to want to give us another try," You spoke. Making Connor smile.
"Me too, I will come back to Chicago with you," Connor spoke. Making you smile.
Jay quickly walked into the room just as Connor and you were about to kiss. Connor and you glanced at him. You arched your eyebrows at him. He shrugged putting the flowers on the side table. He wasn't sure where Kyle and you stood, and he didn't want to jeopardize the relationship that Connor and you had.
"I got you flowers, and also none of that PDA stuff, I just got you back I don't need Connor to hog you," Jay joked. Making Connor and you smile. Letting out a small laugh...
A/N: FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED! You can also find this series on wattpad & ao3 links in the reblog I reblogged of this.
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Runaway Fuck Buddy
Runaway Fuck Buddy
Kevin Atwater x Reader
Y/N slipped out of bed, wanting to be gone before he woke up. She came over to share some news that she had gotten, but he had other plans. You see, they had started out as friends but that changed after a horrible week with work. They had both been going through a dry spell and needed some stress relief, so they had decided to sleep together. They were just having some fun, it wasn’t supposed to be anything serious.
But that changed when she came up pregnant.
Sat in a paper gown, Y/N stared off into space. She was hoping that the home test was just a false positive, feeling like she was not ready to be a mom. Hell, she hadn’t even told Kevin that she was feeling off or that she had taken a pregnancy test.
Her doctor said that they were going to do a blood test, then if it came back positive- they would do an ultrasound. That thought seemed to have called the doctor as there was a short knock on the door as it opened. “Hello again, Ms. Y/L/N. I’ve got your test results here,” She waved the paperwork and smiled, “I know that you were hoping to hear different news, so I am not going to say anything. I am just going to leave this here,” she set the paperwork on the chair next to her, “I will be outside, getting the ultrasound ready.” The doctor left the room, wanting to give Y/N space.
Y/N pressed a hand to her stomach, not feeling anything out of the normal. “I am scared. I don’t think that I will be able to do this on my own, but I also don’t think I can tell Kevin about you.” She didn’t need to look at the paperwork to know that her fear was coming true.
She had come to Kevin’s place with copies of her test results and the sonogram, just in case he didn’t believe her. She froze when he had opened the door wearing the ‘kiss the cook’ apron that she had gotten him as a birthday gift. His big grin and sweet kiss had momentarily distracted her from the task at hand. After dinner, Kevin had wanted to cuddle which turned into sex that felt more like lovemaking then fuckbuddy sex. Despite being a man with great stamina, Kevin had fallen asleep right after sex. Y/N wasn’t as lucky.
With him asleep, Y/N snuck out of the apartment--only leaving a note saying goodbye. As she walked towards her packed car, Y/N finally released the tears she was holding back. She had never wanted to say goodbye like this, but Y/N didn’t think she had it in her to say it to his face.
Kevin’s POV…
Kevin stretched, turning to face the empty side of his bed. With his eyes still closed, he reached out for Y/N-- wanting some morning cuddles. His eyes shot open as soon as he didn’t feel her warmth next to him. He was quick to slip on his discarded boxers and go off in search of her.
“Y/N?” He called, sleep heavy in his voice. He moved downstairs, hoping she was just making coffee. “Y/N, love, where are you?” He poked his head into the kitchen.
As he stepped into the kitchen, Kevin noticed a note taped to his coffee machine. He slowly plucked it off, praying that she had simply left for work early. Those prayers were quickly dashed as he read the short message.
Kevin,
I am sorry.
PS.. Just press start on the coffee pot.
Goodbye,
Y/N
2 years later…
Y/N’s POV
Y/N never thought that she would ever return to Chicago, fearing her secret getting back to Kevin. Nine months after leaving Chicago for New Orleans, Y/N gave birth to a handsome baby boy-- who she named Lorenzo. Lorenzo grew into a near spitting image of his father, who Y/N shared stories of anytime she could. She knew he didn’t really understand what she was saying, but that wouldn’t stop her.
Y/N took a deep breath as she walked up the front steps of the 21st District, Lorenzo asleep in her arms. A random patrol officer held the door for her, which she was thankful for. Y/H’s hands shook nervously as she spotted Trudy Platt standing behind the desk. They had really bonded over the years as Y/N would bring lunch for her every time she brought Kevin food.
Caressing her son’s back, Y/N took the final step towards Trudy’s desk. “What can I do for you?” Trudy asks, not looking up from her paperwork.
Y/N cleared her throat. “I am looking for Kevin Atwater, do you know if he is in or not?”
Y/N’s familiar voice caused Trudy to look up, “Y/N?” Trudy gasped, shocked to see her long lost friend.
Tearing up, Y/N nodded. “Yes, Trudy. It’s me.”
Truidy rushed around the desk to pull her into a hug. “Oh, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you.”
Y/N couldn’t really hug back as her arms were full with Lorenzo. “I missed you too, Trudy.” She whispered, leaning into the hug.
Trudy pulled away, eyes glazed over. “Now!” She cleared her throat. “Kevin is upstairs, let me take you to him.”
“Thank you,” Y/N stated softly, rocking back and forth to keep Lorenzo asleep.
Trudy led Y/N up the stairs, trying to quietly inform her of all the team gossip. As much as Y/N loved the 21st district gossip, her only focus was how Kevin was going to take the sleeping surprise in her arms.
“Guys, you’ve got a visitor.” Trudy stated, stepping away to let the team see Y/N.
Everyone froze, not thinking that they were going to get a blast from the past. Y/N used her free hand to awkwardly wave at them. Kim was the first to break, squealing loudly.
“Y/N! I missed you so much!” She yelled, wrapping her arms around her tightly.
Y/N stepped back and shhhed her, “I missed you too.” She pointed down to the sleeping toddler in her arms. “Sleeping baby…”
Kim gasped, “oooh, sorry.”
Y/N forgave her with a soft giggle, which signaled everyone but Kevin to come greet her. Kevin watched her move towards him with a frown. When did she have a baby? He thought, trying to remember if she was seeing someone else while they were sleeping together.
“Kevin?” Y/N questioned, trying to get his attention. “Do you think that we could talk?”
He snapped out of his daze and silently led her to the breakroom. He had so many questions. “Is he mine?” He didn’t turn to face her, not knowing if he could handle looking her in the eye as she answered.
“Yes.” She whispered, sitting down on the worn in loveseat--- body exhausted from hiding her secret for so long.
He slowly turned towards her, “when did you find out?”
“A few days before I left.” She admitted, shame seeping into her chest.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice cracked.
She brushed a loose tear away, “I was planning on telling you the night we last slept together, but you distracted me with the romantic dinner and cuddles. Then we made love and I got scared. We weren’t a couple, or even exclusive, and I didn’t think that you would want the baby.” She blurted.
Kevin crouched down in front of her. “Why do you think I planned such a romantic evening for us?” He asked, wanting it to come to her naturally.
She shrugged, “I don’t know. I wasn’t really reading between the lines that night, Kevin.” Her tone was sharp, which meant that she wanted him to get to the point.
He sighed, reaching for her free hand. “I wanted to finally ask you to be my girlfriend. I was tired of hiding the fact that I had fallen in love with you, so I planned that night. But you were gone before I could ask, which hurt more than keeping those feelings hidden.”
Y/N couldn’t stop her sobs, “you were going to ask me to be your girlfriend?”
Kevin nodded, brushing her tears away. “And I would have been so excited to have a baby with you.”
She leaned into his gentle touch, “it’s never too late.” Her eyes flickered to her sleeping son. “I’ve told him all kinds of stories about you, so he knows you.”
Kevin’s eyes teared up, “Are you serious?”
Y/N grinned, nodding happily. “Like a heart attack.” She handed Lorenzo over to Kevin, “his name is Lorenzo Micah Atwater.”
Kevin cradled him with a calm smile on his face, “Hi, Lorenzo. I’m your daddy.”
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Chicago PD Masterlist
Reaction (Will Halstead, Adam Ruzek x Everleigh Lindsay)
Photographs (Antonio Dawson, Intelligence x Reader)
Baby (Adam Ruzek x Reader)
Panic (Adam Ruzek x Reader)
Shooting (Adam Ruzek x Manning!Reader)
Saving Him ( Reader x Adam Ruzek, Alvin Olinsky, Intelligence, Med)
Back Home (Jay Halstead x Halstead!Reader (Wife), Adam Ruzek, Kevin Atwater)
Back In Town (Reader x Adam Ruzek, Kelly Severide, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz, Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Intelligence + More) Part I Part 1 *NSFW* Part 2
Blood (Kevin Atwater x Reader)
No Air (Adam Ruzek x reader, Kelly Severide x sister!reader)
That's Alvin Olinksy (Leslie Shay x Halstead!Reader)
Meet The Boyfriend (Dante Torres x reader)
Protective *NSFW* (Dante Torres x Atwater!reader)
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Still Breathing: Chapter 1
Summary: AU | When a case goes sideways, Hailey wakes up in the hospital with a revelation that leaves her evaluating her life. While she recovers at Med, she meets Jay, an aloof, yet intriguing patient that catches her by surprise. The two get to know one another as they take on the task of rediscovering what it’s like to truly live, and eventually learn their lives intersect in more ways than one.
Writer’s Note: Hi!!! I’ve had this idea for a while and it’s taken me quite a bit to finally get started, but I’m super excited about it. This probably won’t be a weekly fic, but I’ll try and post as frequently as possible. I don’t want to give too much away… but it explores something in the Halstead background that has been referenced, but never fully developed so I really tried to dive deep into what it is and how it would affect Jay. It’s been fun (and somewhat emotional) to work through & I really hope you enjoy!!
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“Order, Arms,” a voice called out, sending Hailey’s hand back down to her side.
She remained in place, frozen as she resumed attention, fighting hard to conceal the joy spilling out of her. It was her graduation day. She was just sworn in, and for the first time ever, deemed an Officer of the Chicago Police Department. She took in the room from under the low brim of her hat, her lips curling up at the corners as the Department Pipes and Drums began to play. She closed her eyes briefly, relishing in the moment, and when she opened, she was suddenly somewhere else entirely. She was no longer standing in the middle of the Grand Ballroom at Navy Pier. She still wore those same blues from before, slightly older and more worn than they once were, but her bright, green attitude she previously bore was gone. She was exhausted and nervous, sitting before her District Commander in a small and unfamiliar room in Ivory Tower.
“Hailey, I hope I don’t have to remind you that you are not to discuss the case with anyone, nothing you did, nothing you saw, not a single detail that pertains to the operation is to be exchanged until you are told otherwise by the AUSA’s office,” the Commander instructed her, carrying an even tone that made the reason for the meeting hard to discern.
“Yes ma’am,” Hailey affirmed with a simple nod.
“With that being said, I have news for you. There will be a more formal presentation of this news, but for now I get to be the first to tell you,” the Commander spoke, inhaling deeply before continuing. “Officer Hailey Upton, for your outstanding acts of heroism and performance during the aforementioned case, on behalf of the Superintendent of Police, the Bureau of Detectives, and the entirety of the Chicago Police Department, we commend your service with a merit promotion to the ranking of Detective.”
Her brows raised in surprise. After the long stretch undercover, she was just happy to finally be Hailey again, to be in her home, to be able to work with the safety and familiarity of her coworkers. She had spent those weeks hoping the case would lend her a promotion, but she never fully imagined that it would. She was equal parts ecstatic and stunned by the news, but she blinked, and she was transported once again. She was no longer sitting across from her District Commander but from Sergeant Voight in the low light of his office.
“Our only Detective just recently and unexpectedly took furlough. Burgess, Ruzek, Atwater, we’ve been trying to make do with just us, but we’re stretched thin. There’s a spot on our team and we could really use the help. It’s yours if you want it,” his gravelly voice posited.
Before she knew it, those moments that stood out so vividly in her mind became fuzzy images in what seemed like a poorly put together movie, and everything began to fade to black.
When she finally woke, it was to the sound of machines and the low babel of indistinct conversation. As her eyes blinked open, she took in the glimpse of four familiar faces and numerous wires and IVs hooked up to her body.
She hadn’t been in Intelligence long, only about two weeks before she wound up in that hospital room, but she knew from her first day that she had stumbled upon her forever people. She didn’t take the job with this expectation. In fact, she was expecting it to be as rocky as her first time working with the team. Yet, she came to learn that despite the reputation that preceded them, they were some of the most loyal and genuine people she had met in all of her time with the CPD. In only the short amount of time she had been with them, they had clung to her in a way nobody else ever had, developing what she knew to be a lifelong bond. The fact that their faces were the first she saw when she finally came to only affirmed that.
“There she is!” Kevin’s voice rang as they all rose, making their way closer to her bedside.
“Did we get them?” Her voice croaked, and they all nodded in confirmation, looking over to their sergeant to deliver the news.
Her memory of right before everything went dark was fuzzy. She wasn’t exactly sure what caused the injuries that left her aching all over, but everything else, the case, the targets, it was all still fresh in her mind. She didn’t want to talk about the case. She didn’t even want to think about it, but she needed to know if they got them. That everything that happened was worth it. She breathed out, allowing a sliver of tension that had been bottled up inside of her release with it. She watched them nod, and she waited for her boss to tell her what she needed to hear.
“We got ‘em, kid. They’re going down for everything, but most importantly for what they did to you,” he assured. She nodded, flinching at the surge of pain that came with the small movement.
“Okay, everybody. I need some time with the patient if you don’t mind,” the doctor announced as she entered the room. They all nodded, grabbing their things to leave.
“I’m happy you’re okay,” Kim told her, reaching out and briefly resting a hand over hers. Voight and Adam nodded in agreement before they all turned to walk out.
“Tough as they come, girl. Glad you’re still with us,” Kevin said, reaching out his arm and fist for her to bump. She smiled, bumping him back with her uninjured arm and thanking them all for being there.
Once they had left the room, the doctor quickly read over her chart before rolling a chair over to her.
“So, give me the rundown. How bad is it?” Hailey questioned anxiously.
“You were shot three times. Twice in the abdomen, once in the shoulder. That vest of yours caught the first two. However, they did leave some pretty significant bruising so we are going to need to monitor you closely, make sure you don’t develop any internal bleeding or rupture. The one in your shoulder was a through and through. We were able to go in and repair what it tore, but you lost a lot of blood. So, you should get comfortable. We’re going to need to keep you here for observation a few days. Looks like you’ll be out of work for the next week at the least, then out of the field for a few weeks after that,” She explained. Hailey just nodded simply in response, a look of defeat on her face.
“Detective, it could have been a lot worse had you not been wearing that vest. It also could have been a lot worse if that bullet in your shoulder struck just a half a centimeter lower. I know it doesn’t feel like it, but I’d say you’re pretty lucky,” she admitted, rising from her chair before dropping her chart at the end of the bed and making her way out of the room.
Lucky. It wasn’t the word she’d use to describe how she was feeling. On top of the pain, she was reeling from that vision she had just before her breathing stalled and everything shut off. She’d always heard people say their life flashed before their eyes in those kind of moments, but she never expected it to be such a deflating experience. Her life flashed before her eyes, but the only outstanding moments were her graduation from the academy, her promotion to detective, and her offer into Intelligence. She loved her job, and she was proud of those moments, but it felt disillusioning that in what felt like her final moments, the only good memories her brain could come up with tied back to her job. A job that too often reminded her of all of the bad in the world. A job that had landed her there in the first place.
She didn’t want to fully think about what happened. She wasn’t emotionally prepared for it. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking about the moment before she lost consciousness, when those memories flashed through her mind. It made her realize just how empty her life had been. Her injuries may not have necessarily been life threatening, but she felt as though she was getting a second chance. A second chance to get more out of life than a few job related accomplishments in her end-of-life film reel. A second chance to be intentional about making more memories.
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A few days had gone by, and she was still in the hospital. She was already feeling better, more than ready to go home, but her doctor extended her stay, wanting to monitor her and her labs. She spent a lot of time in her room, keeping her mind busy with a few books Kim had brought her, but getting distracted by whatever rerun was playing on the small tv screen in the corner of the room. She didn’t have any visitors, something that only added to the epiphany about her life that had her rattled from the moment she woke. Her Intelligence family was practically all she had. They stopped by when they could, but for the most part they were all busy at work, leaving her alone to herself and the occasional check in from various medical staff. Boredom was growing with each passing minute, and she thought about how hard it would be to survive a few weeks out of the field if she couldn’t even make it through a few days in the hospital.
Having enough of sitting in the hospital bed, she was able to convince a nurse to let her sneak out for a walk around the hospital. She felt like a mess. She was dressed head to toe in sweats, her right arm was in a sling, and the look was pulled together with a pair of socks and sandals. Not exactly the most flattering outfit, but she had reached the level of restlessness that left her unaffected by her appearance. She just needed to be out of that room.
She got another book in the gift shop and stopped by the cafeteria where she found some chocolate ice cream. She tucked the book into her sling as she walked about the halls, shoveling the snack into her mouth with each step. She finally climbed into the elevator, and pressed the button for her floor before settling into the back corner. Every bit seemed better than the last. She wasn’t sold on the hospital food. It reminded her of grade school cafeteria food, something she was never fond of, so she knew that ice cream would be the only good thing she had to eat all day. The elevator stopped at the next floor and a man stepped in, pressing a button before settling into the corner across from her. She briefly looked up at him with a friendly nod before looking back down into the cup in her hand for another bite. Suddenly, a movement across the car brought her attention back to him. He had pulled a needled syringe from his pocket and began pressing it into his forearm. Her posture straightened and she froze as she watched him repeatedly stab his arm with the needle.
“Trypanophobia… don’t worry, it’s a prop needle,” he broke through the silence, and she relaxed slightly as he continued to speak.
“You know? The ones they use in movies that don’t actually pierce the skin. My idiot brother said the best way to overcome my fear of needles is exposure therapy, starting with these fake ones. Yet, I’ve been in and out of this hospital for several weeks now, plenty exposed to these things, and I still can’t seem to get used to the poking and prodding,” the man said, flashing her a shy smile as he continued pushing the needle into his arm.
“Seems like pretty sound advice to me. Maybe your idiot brother isn’t such an idiot after all,” she responded back with amusement.
“Yeah, well he may be a doctor, but he’s also my older brother which, in my eyes, makes him an idiot by default,” he said matter-of-factly, immediately looking up at her with a curl in his lips.
“Ah, well I have 2 brothers myself, so I suppose I can somewhat appreciate that sentiment,” she smirked, looking over at him from the other side of the elevator.
She discretely eyed him as he busied his focus back on the syringe in his hand. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and a shirt that fit a little too tight, revealing toned muscles underneath with every movement. The beanie he wore fully covered his head but based on the freckles all across his face and the darkness of his eyebrows, she had to guess he was a redhead, maybe even a brunette. His face was clean shaven, which made it hard to tell just how old he was, but his eyes were what had her. They were an entrancing blend of green and blue, and they gave off a sort of friendly warmth that mellowed out his somewhat intimidating deportment.
“What landed you in here?” He asked, continuing to mindlessly press the object into his arm.
“I- injured on the job,” she put simply.
“Been there,” he said directly, his obscurity matching hers. Her brow furrowed briefly before silence filled the small space and she centered her focus back on the ice cream in her hand.
“Are you doing anything right now, you know, besides stuffing your face with diabetes?” He queried, cutting through the silence and nodding to the cup of ice cream in her hand. She scoffed sarcastically.
“Why do you ask?” She questioned dubiously, trying to keep a lightness in her voice. “Also, I’ll have you know this is the only decent thing to eat this hospital has to offer. I survived a few bullets, I’m sure a little sugar won’t kill me,” she replied. He chuckled as she scooped up a large bite and shoveled it into her mouth with pride.
“Fair enough. And I ask because I have some time to kill, so I just wanted to see if you cared to join me for a little golf on the roof,” he said.
“There isn’t golf on the roof,” she shook her head, amused by the way he proposed it so factually.
“Oh, but there is,” he returned. She squinted her eyes at him in disbelief, and he quickly pressed the elevator button for the roof. She didn’t believe him, but she was bored. Out of her mind. So, she reluctantly decided to follow him. When the elevator stopped at the rooftop, he led her out to an opening with a small patch of turf, two clubs, and a basket of golf balls.
“What the hell? You were serious?” she laughed.
“Yeah, I was serious. I never joke about golf,” He said frankly, grabbing a golf club and placing the ball on the tee.
“Is this even allowed?” She asked, placing her empty cup down as she watched him swing the club into the ball. Her eyes travelled it as it flew from the roof, and she brought her eyes back to him, a staggered look on her face.
“Probably not, but like I said, my idiot brother is a doctor, so if we get caught I’ll just blame it on him,” he smiled, flashing her a wink before hitting another ball off the tee. “Do you want to try?” He asked, offering her a club.
“Don’t think that’s even possible,” she returned, raising her slinged arm slightly to make her point.
“That’s no excuse,” he said, “Come here,” he instructed. She gave in, making her way over toward him.
Close up, his eyes were more green than blue, and they were so beautiful that she found herself getting lost in them for a second. She snapped back into focus when he offered her the club. She took it, and he helped her adjust her feet so that she was standing properly. He placed a ball on the tee, took a step back, and motioned for her to have at it.
She wound the shot up with her uninjured arm and struck the ball. She was still sore from her injuries, and the movement of the swing sent a surge of pain through her torso. She flinched, chipping the top of the ball in the follow through. They both erupted in laughter when the ball barely went but a few feet in front of them, and she dropped the club to the ground to clutch at her abdomen.
“Okay, so maybe you were right,” he laughed, his mood dropping the second he noticed she was in pain. “Hey, are you okay?” He inspected, reaching a supportive hand through the small distance between them.
“Yeah, just still a little sore,” she admitted, stepping back as she forced a smile to hide her pain. He just nodded and she stepped back to lean against the wall. He was silent, but she could sense he was thinking hard about something.
“So injured on the job, huh?” He finally asked. “You mentioned something about surviving a bullet, so what exactly is your job? Bank Robber? Spy? Assassin?” He bantered. She pursed her lips into a wry smile, shaking her head with a weak laugh.
“Mm. You pay attention. I’m a Cop. Detective more specifically. It was uh…” she hadn’t fully addressed how everything had went down yet. The case wasn’t one she wanted to particularly think about, and as the memories from moments before the shooting slowly came back, she immediately pushed them down. She still wasn’t prepared to talk about it. Especially not to some stranger she met in an elevator only 15 minutes before.
“Things took a turn quickly. I took two to the vest, one in the shoulder,” she finally got out, remaining vague through her wording.
His movements stilled, and he looked over at her, a concerned yet knowing look on his face.
“Through and through?” He asked her. She nodded bleakly.
“I’ve had a similar injury,” she noticed his jaw clench with his words. “I was a cop too,” he eventually admitted, a sullen look falling upon his face.
“Was?” She questioned.
“I mean, I guess I technically still am, but it doesn’t feel like it,” he adumbrated. She noticed he was being cryptic, but despite her own curiosity she could tell it wasn’t something he was prepared to talk about. It got quiet as she weighed whether or not to question him further. She settled against it, and in desperate need to change the subject, her attention fell back upon the golf setup. She nodded her head towards it to redirect the conversation.
“So why do you have this here?” She asked him. She watched as he sucked his teeth, pulling his tongue back with a pop before answering.
“I was diagnosed with Stage 2 Pancreatic Cancer several weeks ago. Started chemotherapy not long after that, and as I mentioned before, needles are not my favorite thing, so I come up here before each treatment… calm my nerves a bit,” he admitted. Her face fell. She put two and two together, figuring that was his reason behind not feeling like a cop anymore. She quickly realized her problems, her boredom, everything she’d complained about in the past few days really didn’t mean anything in the grand scheme of things. It also in a way reminded her of that second chance she seemed to have gotten. She was suddenly both inspired and confused about where she stood in the way she viewed her life.
“I’m sorry,” she said, almost in a whisper.
“Oh, none of that. No room for sorry or sadness up here. Only golf,” he quipped, forcing a smile and turning his attention back to the golf ball on the ground before whacking it from the roof.
Before she could respond, her phone buzzed in her pocket, bringing her attention away from him.
Where are you? Kev and I brought you some food, but your room is empty.
It was a text from Kim. After reading it, she looked up at the man. She had a strange desire to stay up there with him, to watch him hit golf balls from the roof and get to know more about him, but she knew her friends would send the entire hospital after her if she didn’t show a sign of life.
“I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go,” she said, slipping her phone back in her pocket and pushing herself from the wall.
“Hey, what’d I say about sorry?” He smirked, resting the club on the ground and leaning against it as he stepped towards her.
“How much longer are you stuck here?” he asked, tilting his head with his words.
“Honestly, I’m not really sure. Doctors haven’t been able to give me a clear answer.”
“Well, maybe I’ll see you around. It was nice to meet you um…” he let out an awkward chuckle. “I don’t know your name,” he said sheepishly.
“Hailey. I’m Hailey,” she smirked, extending her uninjured hand for him to shake. He grabbed it, shaking it back lightly and slowly. As he peered into her eyes, an abnormal feeling overcame her. It was almost a sense of familiarity, like he wasn’t a stranger she had just met, but someone she’d known her whole life. It was the look in his eyes and the comfort of his touch, and it was a feeling that took her by surprise. Nonetheless, the feeling was gone as quickly as it came, and they pulled apart as he parted his lips to speak.
“Nice to meet you, Hailey,” he said, his free hand finding way to his pocket. Her phone buzzed again, another text from Kim, and she knew she had to get back to her room before they sent the entirety of Chicago searching for her. She gave him one last smile before turning towards the elevators. As she settled in and pressed the button for her floor, she looked up to see him watching her every movement. She quickly looked down at her feet with this realization, remembering how she was dressed and suddenly regretting leaving her room like that. She was grateful when he finally turned, directing his attention back to the golf balls on the ground.
“Wait,” she said, throwing her free hand up to the elevator doors as they began to close. He twisted around, his eyes carrying a gentle, curious look.
“You didn’t tell me your name,” she called out.
He opened his mouth to speak, but he stopped himself, his eyes looking up and dropping quickly as if he’d forgotten his name and was waiting for it to fall from the sky.
“Just remember me as the stranger from the elevator,” he finally said slyly.
She frowned, but he just returned her look with taut smirk. When it was clear that was all he was going to offer, she backed up into the elevator, an annoyed and skeptical smile on her face as she allowed the doors to fall shut.
She acted on autopilot for the rest of the afternoon, distracted by the encounter with the stranger. She wasn’t an at first sight kind of person. Love, admiration, attraction, feelings, they weren’t things she typically felt from the jump. It took time and trust for her to develop those things that some could develop in a first encounter. Yet, with this guy, something was different. From the ride down to the elevator, to dinner in her room with her friends, to the moment her head touched the uncomfortable hospital pillow that night, the stranger and some unexplainable feeling about him lingered in her mind like a bad hangover. He was aloof and smug, but something about that combination left her wanting more. More about his story, about his quirks, about everything that made him seem so interesting.
It took her a while to find sleep, as it had every night prior that she had spent in that hospital, but that night it was for another reason. It wasn’t just the discomfort of the bed or the unfamiliarity of the room that left her restless. It was the image of the stranger’s well-pleased grin in her mind, his blue-green eyes sparkling at her, and her own curiosity keeping her up late into the night. Every part of her hoped that she would see him again. She couldn’t quite explain it, but the timing of it all made her think she was meant to meet him for some undiscovered reason. That gave her just enough hope that their encounter wasn’t just a one time thing. She had a strong feeling she was going to see him again.
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I Want Us Part 5
Fandom: Chicago PD / SVU
Series: I Want Us
Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 (Final)
Pairing/s: Sonny Carisi x Intelligence!Reader
Warning/s: tw rape, murder, assault
Word Count: 1,623
Summary: The Intelligence Unit’s last case with Manhattan SVU had them flying out to New York to track down an abducted boy, and had Dectective Y/L/N and Detective Carisi growing close in the process. Now, a string of rape-murders in Chicago has SVU boarding the next flight out, believing the suspect to be the same man responsible for a set of identical crimes 10 years prior. As the case unfolds, Y/N and Carisi are brought back together, reigniting the spark between them.
As it turned out, it wasn’t too long at all. About six months after you’d closed your New York case, putting a child abductor behind bars where he belonged and reuniting a boy with his family, you received an urgent message from Voight requesting you all come in to the district.
It was early on a Saturday morning following a few drinks at Molly’s the previous night, but it was so rare for Voight to call you in like this on your day off that you knew it had to be important.
You were just multi-tasking getting dressed and downing an inordinate amount of caffeine when you got a phone call, ‘Detective Carisi’ flashing up on the screen as you paused, one leg in your trousers.
“Hey you,” you answered, putting the phone between your shoulder and ear so you could continue to get ready, curious about why he was calling.
“Morning, sorry to call so early, but I figured you’d be awake,” he greeted, sounding like he was walking somewhere, the familiar sounds of traffic filling the background.
“Yeah I am, I’m about to head into work though, Voight’s wants us in for some reason, what’s up?” You informed him, looking around for your keys as you finished the last drops of your coffee.
There was a pause on the other end of the line, “Your Sergeant didn’t tell you? It’s why I’m calling actually, we’re coming to Chicago.” Now that did take you by surprise, Voight’s message hadn’t said anything about SVU, but you weren’t that surprised, it was Voight.
“Oh yeah? Know anything about the case?” You asked, your slight smile at the thought of seeing Carisi somewhat quashed by the fact that it meant something seriously bad was going on in your backyard.
“A serial rapist that went dormant a few years back seems to have resurfaced in Chicago-” he explained, getting cut off by the sound of someone calling his name in the background, “Sorry, I’ve got to get to my flight, see you soon?”
“Yeah, let me know when you touch down. Oh, and Carisi?” You heard him pause, “this time you get to see what real pizza is supposed to taste like.”
He laughed on the other end of the line, “uh huh, we’ll see; bye Y/N.”
“Bye,” you hung up, a bit of a smile still on your face as you went about finishing up to leave your apartment.
You and Carisi had kept in contact since you’d gotten back from New York. Nothing serious or anything, but you’d had a good time together and really seemed to connect on your short visit. The conversation had always felt natural, just chatting into the night for no other reason than just enjoying each other’s company. It was nice, whatever it was, and you were looking forward to seeing him in person again.
Throwing on your shoes and coat you headed out the door, making your way to the 21st. As much as you were looking forward to seeing Carisi, you had a job to do.
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You arrived at the 21st at the same time as Antonio, catching up to him on the steps as you entered. “Know what we’re doing here on this glorious Saturday morning?” He asked, gesturing to the brilliant sunshine and cloudless sky.
Antonio had been planning a weekend with his kids, he’d been talking about it all week, and you felt a pang of guilt for not remembering until now. You might not have had plans, or much of an actual life, but that didn’t mean the rest of the unit, your partner especially, hadn’t had to drop a lot to come in today.
“Only that it’s important, SVU’s on their way,” you filling him in on what Carisi had told you as you waved good morning to a desk Sergeant you didn’t recognise. At least Trudy still got the weekend, you thought to yourself, but then even Hank Voight wouldn’t risk her fury at being asked to come in on a Saturday morning.
The pointed look Antonio gave you had you rolling your eyes, but he was the only one who knew that you still kept in touch with Carisi, though the rest of them had given you hell the second you’d boarded that plane home from New York.
You buzzed the both of you in upstairs, not the first to arrive but not the last either as Jay, Hailey and Kim milled about the bullpen, helping Voight set up the board with your new case.
“Need a hand?” Antonio asked after morning greetings were made, examining what was up on the board so far. You joined him after throwing your jacket over the back of your desk chair, picking up with folder Voight had left on your desk. Everyone had one laid out for them, so you flicked through it as the others spoke.
“Nah we’ve pretty much got it all set up, this is a pretty thin case considering, well, everything about it,” Jay answered, following his eyes to where he glanced at the board, a row of 9 young women, nearly identical in their pale skin, blonde hair, and delicate features.
“Christ,” you muttered, looking from their images on the board to the crime scene photos in the file in your hand. All the women looked like porcelain dolls, their hair and make up immaculate, and all of them were dressed in different ball gowns, their hands laid over their chests with a single rose inclosed.
“Not the start to the weekend you expected huh?” Kim commented grimly as Voight emerged from his office, two photographs, the rest of the unit filling in up the stairs.
“I think Jessica Connors would agree,” Voight answered, drawing the attention of the room as you greeted the others, sticking up two more photographs next to the other 9, who must have been the New York victims.
The next two women looked nearly identical to the others, flicking to the back of the file to find their reports as Voight spoke. “She was found late last night, same M.O as the rest,” he told you all, pointing to the second photograph he’d stuck up. “This is Lily Hamilton, found the same way a week ago. The connection between the victims was made last night and a further connection was made with these other 9 women, all matching the M.O to the letter, including aspects not released to the press, and all coming from New York 10 years ago.”
“Special Victims?” Kevin asked, earning a nod from Voight.
“Captain Benson, Detective Carisi and Officer Tamin are already on their way,” he replied, “this is going to be a big case, the press is already picking up on the story, and the Commissioner thought it would be best if we took it given our history of working successfully with New York’s Special Victims Unit.”
Your mind went instantly to Carisi but you shut him out, now wasn’t the time to think about seeing him ago. This case would have been before he’d joined the unit, but you figured maybe Captain Benson would know more, they might have even working it back in the day.
“All the women, practically identical, went missing within a 6 month window, with gaps ranging from a couple of days to a couple of months. The only connection NYPD found was their appearance, and he seems to have kept them alive for varying lengths of time before killing them and dressing them up like this. They never found out where, but they weren’t killed in the woods. Signs of sexual assault were obvious, but actual damage to their body was minimal. The cause of death was a concoction of lethal drugs injected into their system, the contents of which were not released to be public but match both our cases and New York’s,” Voight relayed the basics.
“So how are we working this?” Hailey asked, perched up on her desk with her head rest on her chin, staring thoughtfully at the board in front of you all.
“I want Burgess, Ruzek and Antonio on the old New York cases, see if anything was missed or if any potential suspects have surfaced in Chicago recently. Atwater and Rojas will re-examine the first crime scene, I want every stone unturned. Upton and Halstead will interview both of the families, see what they were doing when they went missing, but remember, we only found Jessica last night, so tread carefully.”
You couldn’t help but notice one name not mentioned. “Sergeant-” You began to ask, slightly raising your hand. He turned to you before you could finish.
“Y/L/N, Benson requested you work with her unit for this case, seems you made quite an impression in the way you handled our last case with them, you’ll be heading to the most recent crime scene after you’ve all reviewed the case notes, meet them there when they touch down,” he explained, Antonio suppressing a smirk and others glancing at you curiously.
You didn’t know what to say, so you nodded to let him know you understood, Benson’s comment about a change of scenery resurfacing in your mind. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but maybe she’d actually been serious.
“What are you all still doing standing around, let’s get moving,” Voight ordered, snapping all of you into gear as you quickly pushed that from your mind too, heading back to your desk and ignoring the raised brow Antonio gave you.
You had a case to work and a killer to catch, and with Special Victims touching down in a couple of hours, whoever this rapist was, their luck had just run out.
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You elbowed your way through the wall your colleagues had made around the latest crime scene. The sight made your stomach drop. Bile rose at the back of your throat but you shoved it down. You were the youngest officer on this team and the youngest officer your precinct had ever seen. Your teammates had already taken it upon themselves to shield you from the more gruesome crime scenes. Giving you mundane tasks like securing the perimeter when you should’ve been investigating.
Some rested a large and heavy palm on your shoulder. “You okay, Y/N?”
You made yourself nod at Kevin Atwater’s question. Even though you knew that the images of this atrocity that lay before you would haunt you forever.
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Social Distancing (NSFW)
*Not my gif*
Pairing: Kevin Atwater x Reader
Prompt: “Another Kevin story” reader is having a hard time social distancing
Warnings: smut (18+), swearing, daddy kink, sexting
A/N: Your texts are italicized, Kevin’s are bolded. Be careful and stay healthy out there guys. Wash your hands and practice social distancing. I don’t want to see any of you sick! Also this somehow turned into a slight daddy kink thing oops.
“Seriously Kev what am I supposed to do all day.” You whined from your bed as Kevin got dressed for work.
“I don’t know...enjoy your time off?” He smirked, amusement on his face looking at you in the mirror as he pulled his shirt on.
“I would enjoy it much more if you took that shirt off and climbed back into this bed.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him as he turned to face you.
“As much as I would love to and believe me I would,” he looked at you slight lust in his features before shaking it off, “some of us are still essential. Criminals don’t stop cause of a virus.” He sighed sitting on the bed to pull his shoes on. Groaning you shoved your face into a pillow making him chuckle.
“Oh! I forgot. I got you some hand sanitizer and vitamins they’re on the kitchen counter. Make sure you put them in your desk.” You informed. Coming around to your side of the bed he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips.
“Thank you babe. I will.” He picked up his bag to head out.
“Kevin.” You scolded him, making him sigh.
“I will baby. I promise. Have a good day. Just relax!” He scolded back heading out the door. Huffing you relaxed back into your bed turning the TV on to occupy your attention. You had been sucked into an episode of How I Met Your Mother when your phone vibrated beside you. Rolling over you opened it to see a text from Kevin.
“The hand sanitizer has somehow become a shared bottle.” He sent with a picture of the bottle sitting on Mouse’s desk at the front of the room, a few people gathered around it before another text came through, “also, Ruzek wants to know why you didn’t get him any vitamins.” Chuckling you typed back a reply,
“I’ll get him some on my next grocery run promise. Also remind your colleagues of the six feet apart rule. If you get anything you're quarantining in the guest room.” You teased.
“Totally understandable.” He answered. Shaking your head with a small smile you abandoned your phone back to your night stand focusing your attention back on the tv.
A few hours had passed before you started going a little stir crazy. You had no more rooms to clean in your house; they were already spotless from last week. Not that you weren’t enjoying your time off but you needed to think of something to do. Remembering that you needed to clean your phone up a little you started doing some maintenance. Deleting some games and old apps you hadn’t used in a while, clearing out your notes folder before moving onto your pictures. You had a habit of screenshotting things to send to people and forgetting to delete them. You were about five minutes in before you had reached your “Kevin” album. Also known as the hidden album. You had honestly forgotten you even had them on your phone since they weren’t in your regular pictures and since you moved in with him three months ago you two hadn’t had any reason to send pictures anymore. But looking back at them you were damn glad you had saved them. Immediately feeling heat spread through your body at the pictures and videos you had saved over the years. Squirming in your bed you pulled Kevin’s messages back up.
“Hey..you guys busy?” You asked and he answered almost immediately.
“No, we’ve been inside all day. They don’t want us out unless it’s a big case.” He explained.
“Soooo.. are you like around people?” You continued.
“I’m...at my desk? So I guess so?” You could practically hear the confusion over his texts.
“Oh good cause I need your help.” You stated.
“With what?” He asked. You pushed the blanket down that covered you to your thighs leaving you laying openly in your bra and panties as you snapped a picture sending it off to your boyfriend without an explanation. “Babe.” He stated simply.
“Kev, please. I miss you and I found pictures of you on my phone and I’m so horny now.” You explained wishing the whine of your words would come out in text. Knowing he’d give in if he could hear you beg.
However, apparently he could imagine the whine in his head cause not long after he replied,
“This has got to be quick.” Smiling you trailed your hand down to tease yourself outside of your panties. Fingers lightly tracing over your slit. Adjusting yourself so you could still text with the other hand.
“Already started, just need you to get me there baby.” You replied.
“You’re so needy, interrupting me at work like this. So bad. You know that?” He began.
“Yes. I’m sorry. Just need you.” You typed.
“You’re my girl. Only I should get to see you. Anyone could’ve seen that picture. Being risky aren’t you baby? You’re gonna get so punished for this when I get home.” Sighing at his words you began to rub harder feeling the dampness already starting to accumulate.
“How?” You urged.
“Gonna tease you so bad. Make you so wet without even touching your pussy. Gonna kiss all over your body except your pussy. Then I’m gonna make you suck this dick. Since your so good at it and you’re gonna let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours. Maybe I’ll cum all over your pretty face or maybe I’ll bend you over the counter and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Would that be a good punishment or would you like that too much?” Whimpering as you read the words you snuck your hand into your panties starting to rub soft circles around your clit, spreading the wetness from between your legs.
“Oh god Kev. Want you to fuck my mouth so bad. Love tasting your dick.” You said.
“I know you do. And you’re so good at it too princess. Love hearing you moan when my cock is shoved down your throat too. Makes me wanna cum right then and there. Take those panities off. Put those fingers to work gorgeous.” Swallowing hard you followed his instructions using your free hand to push your panties down your legs kicking them to the side and spreading your legs wider. Slowly pushing a single finger into your pussy, increasing the speed with each thrust before adding a second. The amount of wetness making it easy.
“Wish these were your fingers filling me up.” You texted.
“Me too baby. Love taking care of that pretty pussy of yours. Love tasting it and filling it up.. You always take me so well princess. Always know how to please daddy. How to keep daddy begging for more don’t you?” Moaning at his words the speed of your fingers increased curling up to find your sweet spot, hips jolting up once you did. Your mind filled with images of Kevin. How his mouth feels when it’s all over you, fingers thrusting hard and purposefully into your pussy driving you towards the edge so well, how his cum feels when it fills you up, these thoughts kept running through your mind as you began to to ride your hand and rub your clit with your thumb willing yourself to believe Kevin’s fingers were the ones bringing you to your peak.
“Love feeling your dick deep in me daddy. Fuck, I’m close Kev.” You warned.
“Love knowing I can make you cum with just a few words. Love knowing I can make that pussy wet so easily baby. Come on babygirl. Cum for daddy. Just like you would all over my fingers. Don’t be quiet on me either.” He encouraged. Between his words and the old video of him cumming you had playing on your phone your muscles tensed hard before the pleasure unraveled throughout your body. Dropping your phone to your side your eyes shut tightly, Free hand now gripping your sheets as your hips bucked up riding out your high, thighs shaking while you moaned out Kevin’s name loudly even though he was nowhere to be seen or heard. Only realizing how fucked and in love he actually had you as you laid, panting trying to get your sense of the world back. Picking your phone back up you laughed to yourself,
“Thanks, baby.” You sent with a kissy face emoji.
“Anything for my girl. You better be damn ready for me when I get home though. I wasn’t kidding.” He sent with a winky face.
”Always ready for that dick of yours..” You replied truly meaning it and already wishing the hours away.
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Undercover | Will Halstead (part 2)
Pairing: Will Halstead x Ruzek!reader
Word count: 1,777
Summary: Y/N is Adam Ruzek's sister but she is also very good at being undercover. Her aptitudes are very good for a cop, except she isn't one. One night she chooses the erroneous target and everything starts to go wrong.
Warnings: none.
Part 1
The Chicago police intelligence unit used to catch every criminal that it set out to catch. The other officers thought it was easy, but they never saw the work before the arrest. Searching for information, gathering facts, talking to informants. None of the superiors took into consideration their hard work, which was not done alone. Each and every one of the detectives in charge of Sergeant Voight put in their greatest effort to make the teamwork pay off.
But on this particular day, Detective Jay Halstead could not concentrate. His phone kept vibrating in his pants pocket, and that was something everyone had noticed.
"Halstead, are you with us?" Voight's gaze settled on him.
"Of course, sergeant."
"Well, tell that to your cell phone."
The boy's face turned red instantly because of the embarrassment he felt about being exposed by the boss, in front of all his buddies. He took out his smartphone and hid it under his desk, ready to kill the one who kept calling.
He was surprised to see that it was his brother Will.
«Stop bothering» He wrote the text as fast as he could and sent it. He immediately got a response.
«We need to talk. NOW. »
Millions of ideas crossed his mind about what might be happening and none of them was good. It could be his father. Will wouldn't bother him if it wasn't something important. He knew very well that he was at his workplace.
His thoughts must have been transferred to his face because when he raised his head, everyone, in the room was looking at him.
"Jay, do you need to go outside?" This time Voight wasn't being ironic, he was being supportive. The ex-soldier nodded to go somewhere away from the rest. "Thank you, sergeant" he said.
Once alone, he started calling.
"Will" his voice came out like a sigh as soon as his brother answered the call, "What happened? Are you okay?"
"I don't know" he answered. Jay didn't know how to interpret his tone of voice. "I'm so angry, how could I be so stupid!"
"Wait, wait" he tried to calm him down. "What are you talking about?"
The man on the other end of the line kept yelling things the detective couldn't understand. He asked him to calm down, one more time. "I have to tell you everything."
"It's all right."
"I've been robbed" there was a deep silence on the call. "Not on the street, not in the hospital. In my house. By a girl I met in a club."
Jay rolled his eyes. "I really can't believe you called me to talk about this. Report the lost property and get over it. It'll give you experience."
"You don't get it. It wasn't just a robbery. It was all planned, Jay. She injected me with some kind of substance to put me to sleep. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. She's turned the whole department upside down."
The detective didn't even let him finish. "It's okay. We're working on a case now but when you finish your shift at the hospital come down to the station so we can try to reconstruct his face and get an arrest warrant. Are you happy with that?"
"I don't know" Will finished the call and of course he wasn't happy with his brother's response. Meanwhile, he went back to Voight and the rest of the team.
Erin Lindsey was standing in front of the board. The images that were on it had been taped there a few minutes ago. "Julio Mamani. He belongs to the Latin Gods. We've seen him and his people before, but they had always gone unnoticed. They've cooperated with the police a few times." She said, pointing to the man in the first photo.
She stepped forward and pointed to the next photo. "Andrés Rivera. He has worked with the Latin Gods, but he separated from them in 2016. Our informants say Mamani and Rivera had fought and Mamani forced him out of Chicago. But one of Antonio's informants claims she's seen him come back."
"Do you trust her, Antonio?" Hank asked the dark-haired detective.
He nodded. "She's never lied to me. Her information has always been true."
"The question is, why is Rivera back right now?" continued Erin, trying to develop the information as clearly as possible. "If he left almost without a fight before, what's so important that he came back to face Mamani?"
Adam Ruzek stepped forward so that he could ask. "And why do we think Rivera came back for Mamani? I mean, maybe he forgot something the last time he was in Chicago."
"We know from this" She pointed to a picture with very low quality. The first thing you saw at first glance was the pixels. You could see that it was a cargo truck. The second thing you could see was the kilos of cocaine that the members of Latin Gods were taking out of the truck. "This image was obtained by Mouse from the security camera of a nearby pharmacy. All this cocaine, we could count at least 20 kilos, belonged to Rivera. He's been smuggling it into Chicago's Mamani areas for at least three years."
"We think Rivera's back to take down Mamani" Antonio stood up and joined Erin. "We're not sure, as I said, it's a theory."
Olinsky, from his hidden desk, made an important point. "And if Rivera ends up with Mamani, a gang fight will break out."
"Exactly" Erin finished. "And we can't let that happen."
Hank Voight nodded. He stood up, ready to give the orders.
"Halstead and Lindsay, find out everything you can about Rivera. I want to know every step he's taken in the last four years" the sergeant pointed them out. Then he turned to Ruzek and Atwater. "You two concentrate on Mamani. Find out about the places he usually hangs out. If Rivera goes looking for him, he'll probably do the same. Al, come with me."
Sergeant Platt appeared in the room accompanied by a red-haired man. He was wearing medical clothing and his face was unsettled.
"Halstead, your brother is here," said the woman, then she turned and walked out.
"Yes, thank you, sergeant."
Will Halstead joined his brother. He welcomed him with a smile, mocking him. "So... How are you?"
"Stop mocking me, Jay. I'm telling you, I'm serious. "
They weren't alone in the room. Erin Lindsey and Kevin Atwater were with the brothers. They both said hello, curious to know what was going on. It was the woman who asked first. Jay went ahead and answered.
"My brother had a problem with a girl."
"It wasn't my problem!"
"Atwater, how many girls you meet in bars do you take home?"
He didn't want to answer, but he didn't have time because Will beat him to it.
"I met this girl at a club, we had a couple of drinks and went to my apartment. I woke up today with the whole place a mess and no credit cards. I took a blood test" he pulled a folded sheet of paper out of his pocket. "She injected me with midazolam."
"That's what you get for wanting to take every woman you see to the bed" he went back to bother him. "Kevin, could you help us make a portrait of her?"
Atwater nodded and got on with it. Erin took her notebook. "Tell us everything you remember about her."
"She was blonde, long hair, brown eyes. She must have been in her twenties, twenty-two. She was British. She said she arrived in Chicago just yesterday."
The woman was writing while the man was drawing on the tablet. Jay looked at him to ask him a question. "Did she tell you her name? Anything about where she was staying?"
Will snorted. He put his hands to his head, slowly denying. "She told me to call her «Agatha Christie» "
Then Jay and Kevin broke up in a fit of laughter. So much that Atwater had to put the tablet down to keep it from slipping out of his hands. Lindsey didn't copy them, though. "Come on, Erin. Don't pretend you're not amused."
"I am not really," she said, rereading her notes over and over again. "She just got to Chicago and the first thing she does is go to a club and make out with a guy?"
"That may not be your type, Erin, but hers is."
The woman bit her lower lip. She shook her head. "No, all of this is odd to me."
Atwater got in the way. "What do you think? Looked like her?" He showed him what the picture looked like. Will pointed out a couple of details and after the corrections, the man was sure of the picture.
"Yes, it looks like her" he suddenly seemed to remember something. He put his hand in one pocket and tried to find something, but without success, and then he went back to the other one.
Ruzek entered the room. He had a folder full of papers and looked ecstatic. "Hey, you won't believe what Mouse and I... Oh, hi, Will!" He walked over to the others and handed out different papers to the three detectives. "Well, what Mouse and I discovered. Every Friday night Mamani and a good number of the Latin Gods go to the West Meigs Casino. Apparently, they frequent certain prostitutes, one of whom is an informant for Antonio, which would serve as a starting point for us to go undercover."
"Great job, Ruzek" Kevin congratulated him.
"Wait, I haven't said the hard part yet. Mamani will be in a special room at the casino. The police could ask for a warrant, but, obviously, the Latin Gods wouldn't go if we did that. So, Mouse is trying to get away in and-What... How...Where did you get that, Will?"
Ruzek pointed to his right hand. The surgeon raised it in the air, showing what was in it.
"The girl left it at my house. She probably dropped it while she was putting away the money she stole from me."
"What are you talking about?" He said, but then he left his question behind. "You know what, never mind. That's a ticket to Room 11! Where Mamani will be!" the excitement was in the man's voice. "I have no idea how you got it, but now we just have to make enough copies. I'll go tell Mouse to do it. You're a genius, Will!"
Erin took one look at Jay. "You still think she had nothing to do with it?"
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Risking Stars
Hanktonio (Hank Voight/Antonio Dawson) established relationship, multi-chapter (#risking stars)
Summary: His heart was pounding in his ears, the frigid air stinging his face. He was shaking, whether it was the cold, the adrenaline or the fear, he didn’t know. He didn’t care about any of that right now though. The only thing he cared about was finding Antonio.
*~*~*~*~*
Hank Voight has absolute confidence in his team’s abilities. However, some things were not within their power to control, and that could mean life or death for any of them.
Warnings: Non-consensual drug use, some violence, a bad word here and there
Inspired by, and for @hardcore-flower!
Chapter one: Hank
“I’m sorry. They made me. I didn’t want to.”
“I know. I know. Just stay with me, alright? I need you to tell me where you are,” He turned and ran back to his car, bringing his radio up, “Halstead, take care of things here. I’ll see you back at the district.”
“Sarge?”
“Do it,” he snapped, throwing the radio down on the seat and firing up the engine, but he had no idea where to go, “Antonio, I need you to tell me where you are.”
“He wasn’t crazy. The edge of the world. That’s what he called it, right? Sounded stupid.”
Dammit, Hank thought, desperation seizing him, I’m losing him, “Listen to me, okay? Can you hear me? I need you to tell me where you are. What do you see?”
“Like you could... fall right off the Earth... lay in stars…”
The growing slur in his words had Hank’s fingers tightening around his phone. He’s delirious. There was no way he’d find-
His breath caught in his throat as the words jarred something in his memory. Fighting through the panicked haze in his mind, he searched frantically for the answer. Where had he heard those exact words recently?
*~*~*~*~*
“Is he coming off something?”
“He is,” Antonio sighed as they watched their disheveled informant currently occupying the cage mutter a constant stream of words under his breath.
“What is he saying,” Hank asked his partner who had been the one watching and waiting for him to wake up.
“It’s nonsense. He keeps repeating ‘lay in the stars,’ ‘fall off the earth’ and asking us to take him back, ‘I want to go back,’” the detective crossed his arms and shrugged.
“Where did they find him?”
“Wandering Lakefront Trail in Oakland.”
*~*~*~*~*
“It’s him.”
“He was killed?” Hank squinted trying to see past the blaring cruiser lights.
Atwater led him past the patrol officers to a sheet-covered silhouette leaning against a concrete barrier closer to a group of trees at the edge of the lot, “Looks like an overdose.”
And, yeah, that seemed apparent based on the drug paraphernalia scattered around him. Kneeling down and pulling the sheet off to look at Jamie’s face closely, Hank asked, “No signs of foul play?”
“Have to check with the ME,” Kevin pulled the sheet off Jamie’s right arm and pointed at his wrist to reveal a bruise, “there was this, but nothing obvious.”
Hank huffed out a frustrated breath. This couldn’t have been a coincidence...
“Oh, Sarge,” Atwater interrupted his thoughts, “Officers Hart and Pope were the ones who found him tonight and last week. That’s why they alerted us. Get this, the first time they found him, he was barely two miles away from here.”
So his usual haunt was around here?
Hank was on his way back to his car when his UC-designated phone started to vibrate in his pocket.
Call incoming: Frank
“What the hell happened?”
“Jamie?”
“Yeah,” Hank sighed.
“I need to talk to you.”
The tone immediately had Hank on alert, “Where are you?”
“Your 9 o’clock”
His head snapped to the left and, There. The hooded figure stood there a second longer then turned around and walked towards the group of trees.
Hanging up the phone, Hank followed.
*~*~*~*~*
The image of Jamie’s body flashed to the front of Hank’s mind. South Lakeshore, the construction lot.
His tires screeched as he sped towards the lake, “Okay. Okay, I know where you are. I’m on my way.”
He thought he could hear him mumble something over the line, but barely.
“Antonio?”
*~*~*~*~*
“When did you last hear from him?”
The other Sergeant paced to the window and turned back to them with a sigh, “He missed his check in three days ago, so the day before that.”
Lieutenant Beck considered Sergeant Montgomery for a moment before looking at Hank, “We need to get eyes back on Cuenca’s crew. Your unit worked this case before Narcotics took over.”
“That’s right.”
Narcotics had insisted strongly on taking over the case, arguing that it was related to an ongoing investigation. That obviously hadn’t gotten anywhere since, considering that was nine months ago and Cuenca’s crew was still out there.
“You have an exceptional group of undercovers who can establish themselves quickly and work the crew. So I want you to get a guy in, find Detective Medrana, and help us get Cuenca.”
It was obvious Montgomery did not want Intelligence stepping in on his case. But he’d had his chance. And orders were orders.
Voight had no doubt his unit could do it.
“We’ll get it done.”
*~*~*~*~*
“Something’s got him on edge. He’s constantly checking his phone, he’s second-guessing his decisions, snapping at his guys,” If he didn’t know his detective so well, he wouldn’t have been able to pick up the nerves past the displeasure in his voice.
“Anything on Medrana?” He hoped Antonio had a positive answer for Beck, because that meant they could make a move now.
“Haven’t seen him or heard of him,” Based on Antonio’s expression, he suspected nothing good was going to come of that. “There’s a guy in the crew – Santos – I think I could get him to talk to me, find out what might be going on and what happened to Medrana.”
“They planning anything soon?”
“Yeah. They’re meeting a buyer tomorrow night at Rickman’s Auto. Supposed to unload a few kilos of H.” Must have been drugs from the rip they pulled while Medrana was still under.
“We could bring them in. Lean on them,” Hank suggested to Beck and Montgomery, who had been quiet the whole meeting. He did look like he wanted to interject a few times, but he wisely kept his mouth shut.
Beck looked to Hank, “We’ll take ‘em at the buy,” looking to Antonio, he told him, “If you can, try to find out what happened to Medrana.”
Inside, Hank protested: if they were going to drag them all in soon, he didn’t want Antonio calling unnecessary attention to himself. But it would also be easier to get the answers before they had to resort to interrogation, which could take too long.
Lt. Beck and Sgt. Montgomery left – Montgomery without a word or look at either Hank or Antonio.
Antonio put his back to the railing and brought his hands to face, blowing air into them. They were red, and Hank suddenly remembered what he had meant to grab this morning before work.
Guiltily, he took Antonio’s hands in his own and tried to help him warm them, “Sorry, I forgot to bring them.”
“It’s fine.” Antonio said with a small chuckle, lowering them and taking hold of Hank’s hands himself.
He squeezed the detective’s hands lightly; he seemed drained, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” he didn’t sound like it, “But the sooner we get this over with, the better. Cuenca makes me nervous. He’s too unpredictable. His crew is feeling it, too.”
“You don’t have to do this. We can find another way.” He didn’t want Antonio to feel obligated, especially since this was a delicate situation already and Cuenca was making him feel uneasy.
“No, I can do this.”
Hank smiled; that was never in question, “I know you can. I’m saying you don’t have to.”
“We’re close. I just have to wait him out until tomorrow.”
He nodded. Antonio knew what he was doing.
“I should go,” Antonio sighed, and Hank wanted to tell him to stay a while longer. He could tell the detective wanted to leave just as much as Hank wanted him to go, which was not at all. If Antonio was here, at least Hank knew he was okay. But duty called.
He stroked Antonio’s cheek with his thumb and rested his hand against the man’s neck.
“Be careful.” Please.
“I will.”
*~*~*~*~*
“Antonio!”
He’d barely parked his car before he jumped out and ran, shining his flashlight in every direction, his phone still connected, sitting in his pocket on ‘speaker’ despite no sound coming from it for a while now.
His heart was pounding in his ears, the frigid air stinging his face. He was shaking, whether it was the cold, the adrenaline or the fear, he didn’t know. He didn’t care about any of that right now. The only thing he cared about was finding Antonio.
“Antonio!”
He ripped through the dirt-covered Crime Scene tape still strung around, running to the middle, where just a day ago, he had stood over the body of Jamie Broyles.
Where was he?
He turned to his right, and looked out into the darkness, into nothing but black. And stars.
The beam from his flashlight swept the ground as he walked away from the lights shining off the street, left and right, and-
His heart stuttered.
“Antonio!”
The scene in front of him would haunt him for a long time: Antonio laid on the ground, phone laying next to his head, still connected to his; a small, empty syringe was next to him; He had a bruised cut on his cheekbone, his eyes were closed, and he was too still.
He dropped down to his knees, hands going to Antonio’s shoulders - his arms were bare, cold - and giving him a shake, “Hey! Can you hear me?”
Putting two fingers to his neck he felt for a pulse as he lifted the detective’s eyelid. He felt the breath get knocked out of his lungs when he saw the pinpoint pupils.
His breathing was too slow.
Shit. He fished the Narcan out of his vest, rubbing Antonio’s chest, using his teeth to rip open the package.
“Come on, come on,” he muttered, putting his hand at the back of his partner’s neck to tilt his head back. He put the nozzle in Antonio’s nose and pressed the plunger. Dropping the empty spray on the ground, he rubbed his chest again.
He dropped down, pinching Antonio’s nose and pressing his mouth against his, to give him a breath.
*~*~*~*~*
“This is over. I’m pulling him out, today.”
He didn’t wait, cutting right to the chase once both men walked into the office. Lt. Beck was stunned into silence.
Meanwhile, Sgt. Montgomery’s face was blank, and he merely said, “I told you this was a waste of time. You should have let me handle it.”
This guy was really getting on his nerves; he had been less than helpful this entire operation and had a serious attitude problem. Hank had to resist the urge to give him a piece of his mind.
“First, Cuenca cancels the sale, then you find your informant dead. How do you know your guy is still on the right side?”
Silence rang through the office and Hank swore the temperature dropped as the accusation hung in the air.
“Excuse me?” He dared Montgomery to repeat that.
Lt. Beck just waved them both off, “Enough,” and turned his attention back to Hank, “What’s your plan?”
He glared at the sergeant a moment longer before turning to his superior, “Detective Dawson tells me the crew doesn’t know what happened to Medrana. The only way we’ll find him, is by bringing in Cuenca. Once I get confirmation from Detective Dawson on Cuenca’s location, we’re going to move in, round them all up.”
“Alright,” Hank didn’t miss the flash of irritation on the other sergeant’s face at Beck’s agreement.
An urgent knock sounded at the door.
“What?” Hank snapped, prompting Jay to pop his head in.
“We lost his wire.”
*~*~*~*~*
“Open your eyes, come on,” he pleaded.
After the fourth assisted breath, he pulled out another package of Narcan, holding it in his fist, praying he wouldn’t have to use it.
He willed himself to wait just a little longer, but the seconds were ticking by too slowly.
Wait, was that…
Holding his breath he watched carefully until he saw it again: Antonio sucked in a breath, and another and finally his eyes fluttered open.
“Jesus,” He quickly pulled Antonio up to a sitting position and held him, but not too tightly, too aware of how much the other man needed to breathe “I’ve got you. I’ve got you. You’re okay.”
“Hank?” he mumbled against Hank’s shoulder, dazed.
He smoothed his hand down Antonio’s hair, “Yeah. I’m here.”
He couldn’t believe it, had to hold Antonio to reassure himself that, yes, he was alive.
Noticing that Antonio was starting to shiver, he rubbed his hands down the man’s arms and back, trying to warm him.
“Come on, you’re freezing,” he pressed a kiss to the man’s temple, his heart finally calming, “We need to get to the car.”
Pulling back to look at Antonio’s face, he lifted his chin. His eyes were clear, but struggling to stay present, he was still weak, listing to the side.
Trying to keep him steady, he undid his vest and jacket, draping the latter over the other man’s shoulders. He put his vest back on and put a hand against Antonio’s cheek.
“Come on.”
He pulled Antonio to his feet, steadying him when he stumbled.
They made their way back to the car, Hank supporting Antonio’s weight more and more as they got closer.
During the drive, with the heaters all the way up, he kept looking over to Antonio, who was leaning against the window. The unopened package of Narcan sat heavily in his pocket.
When they got to Hank’s house, Antonio was too tired to make it upstairs, so Hank laid him carefully on the couch. As he was grabbing the first aid kit, his phone began to ring.
Call incoming: Kim Burgess
Right, the team.
“Yeah?”
“Sarge, are you okay?”
His sudden exit during the raid must have raised a red flag, “Yeah, I’m fine. What’s going on?”
“We have Cuenca and his crew in custody. But Sergeant, are you coming in? There’s something you should hear.”
He lowered his phone with a sigh, squatting down next to Antonio and smoothing his hair back. He was dozing, and thankfully not showing any signs of overdose again. Yet. Hank couldn’t leave him. He needed to be watched.
“Sergeant Voight?”
Making up his mind, he brought the phone back up to his ear, “Okay, but Kim, I need you to do something for me.”
“Okay. What’s going on?”
“I found Antonio. I’ll explain when you get here.”
“Where?”
“My place.”
“I’m on my way.”
*~*~*~*~*
“Where is he?”
Adam and Jay jumped to their feet at his entrance.
“Interrogation room.”
He didn’t stop to acknowledge any of his officers and turned to the hall, clenching his fists in rage as he burst into the room, making Cuenca jump.
Cuenca looked to Jay - hovering in the doorway - in alarm as Hank unlocked the handcuffs fixing him to the rail, and pulled him roughly to his feet.
He strode past Jay and Adam, who continued to follow him, ignored Hailey and Kevin watching from the end of the hall, and pushed the stumbling offender ahead of him down to the rollup.
Once they were downstairs, he grabbed the man’s shoulder, spinning him so they were face to face, and sent a right hook sailing into his jaw.
Cuenca hit the ground hard. Hank didn’t even take satisfaction from seeing the fear flash across the man’s face. He was so full of fury and hatred, he couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but raining down blows on the other man.
Only when Jay and Adam hauled him off of Cuenca did a sense of his surroundings come back to him.
Jay stared at him for a second before dropping down to check on the other man, who was groaning in pain. Hank fought to get his breathing under control, but the rage was still flaring in him wildly.
When Cuenca turned onto his side to spit out blood, Hank’s rage exploded again, but since he was being held back by Adam, he couldn’t launch himself at the other man to finish what he started.
“You son of a bitch!” He roared, “You shot him full of drugs and left him to die. I’m going to kill you. You hear me?” Jay looked at him in alarm and he felt Ruzek freeze at his side once the words left his mouth, but he couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, “You’re dead. You’re going to wish you’d never laid a finger on him.”
“Your rat,” Cuenca growled, glaring at him angrily, “deserved to die. You all deserve to die. You’re hypocrites. You strut around, a badge on your hip, acting like you’re better than all of us, like your protecting and serving, but the truth is, you’re the worst ones. Police are the real criminals. You deceive, you throw us in cages, beat us, kill us, and do it all pretending you’re on the side of good. But you all are so corrupt, the lines are so blurred, you can’t even recognize the rats on your own side.
“Yeah, I killed your guys,” Cuenca sneered, “and I’d kill you all if I could because that’s what you deserve.”
Hank tried to dislodge Adam’s hold on him, but he held tight. Jay hauled Cuenca up and pushed him to the cage, locking him in.
Clenching his jaw, he took a deep breath to calm himself as Jay and Adam looked to him for direction.
“Boss,” Adam whispered, voice choked, “that’s what we wanted to tell you. He claims he’s been working with someone in the CPD. He wants to make a deal.”
The last thing Hank wanted to do was come to any agreement with this piece of trash. But the more rational part of him realized that someone in the CPD was responsible for Antonio’s near-death, and possibly, the death of Detective Medrana.
“The name of your contact in the CPD, and Detective Medrana’s location,” Hank demanded.
*~*~*~*~*
“Get Lieutenant Beck here. Now.” Hank snarled at Jay as they walked into the bullpen.
“Sarge,” Jay stopped him before he made it into his office, “What he said… what you said about Antonio, is he…?”
He looked around, everyone - including Trudy who had come down to the rollup sometime in the midst of all the yelling - watching him carefully.
He nodded, sadly, “I found him, drugged and dumped where we found Jamie Broyles’ body. He’s alive. Kim’s with him now.”
The shock and anger he could see on their faces was only a fraction of what he was feeling, that, he could promise.
It was time to end this.
Montgomery was going to get what was coming for him.
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