A/N:I saw this TikTok of this woman lifting her boyfriend onto a counter and immediately thought about the scenario with Jay. I feel like he seems like he should be really “traditional” about being the dominant one in a relationship but he’s actually totally okay with letting his partner take control.
When it came to signature moves, Jay had a few that he always relied on. Some of them you were sure he didn’t even realize he was doing, like the little half smirk and the eyebrow raise. But others, you knew he did on purpose. Especially what you had decided months earlier was your absolute favorite.
It didn’t matter what you were doing in the kitchen, whether you were making food, washing dishes, getting a cup of coffee; Jay would come up behind you, turn you around, and lift you onto the counter. You weren’t sure if it was some macho masculinity thing or some ‘look how strong I am’ flex that he needed to prove to you that he could physically lift you off your feet. You knew you were neither petite nor thin and you definitely didn’t pull off that whole ‘wearing his shirt like a dress’ thing Gabby or Erin probably had but you were far from insecure about your relationship or yourself. You were a firefighter after all, you ran into burning buildings and hauled people out of them, you didn’t need a boyfriend who treated you like a delicate flower. And Jay never did but you knew he liked showing off (and liked taking you on the counter).
You’d dated guys in the past who always wanted to prove they were somehow tougher than you. Whether it was undermining your job, being condescending, or being oddly competitive with you, you were used to shitty boyfriends thinking it somehow threatened their masculinity to date someone who could probably kick their ass. Jay showing off wasn’t about showing you up though, it was simply about impressing you which is what made it so endearing in the first place. Like a funny quirk, it was a habit he didn’t seem willing to break.
You loved it honestly, even when you knew it was coming. The feeling of Jay leaving you slightly breathless as he lifted you onto the kitchen counter, caged you against the cabinet, and littered your thighs with kisses, gently pushing your legs apart…it was a good way to start your morning, especially when you were on shift and wouldn’t see him again until the next day.
“What are you watching?” It was Sylvie, or rather her new obsession with watching couples on TikTok, that sparked the idea.
“This woman did this video,” she passed the phone to you, “it was so cute and wholesome.”
You watched the woman in question lift her boyfriend onto their kitchen island and you almost laughed out loud, the image of you doing the same thing to Jay immediately coming to mind. Despite it feeling like your own personal inside joke you were surprised when the idea didn’t go away, instead nagging at you for the duration of shift until you finally decided to do something about it.
-
By the time you got home it was nearing 8am. Coffee was already brewing in the kitchen and you could hear the shower running from the en-suite bathroom. Jay was up, getting ready for work and reminding you why you hated off days more than shift days.
It didn’t take long for the shower to shut off, the quiet padding of Jay’s feet in the bedroom filling the silent apartment. You were sure he knew you were home, whether it was years of detective work or just a sixth sense he had, you very rarely managed to sneak up on him.
“Hey, you eat yet?” Jay asked, catching your attention as he walked into the kitchen in his boxers, grabbing his toothbrush off the counter. He wasn’t shy about the appreciative once over he did of you while he brushed his teeth, waiting for your answer. Your schedules didn’t always sync up the way Jay would’ve liked but he tried to be intentional about the time you did have. If he could get an extra hour of time with you before work he’d gladly take it.
“Not yet. But I’m not making you breakfast.”
“I wasn’t gonna ask you to make breakfast!” He insisted, toothbrush bobbing in his mouth as he spoke, “that was one time and I was incredibly hungover, to be fair.” Jay spit out his toothpaste, wiped his mouth and leaned against the kitchen counter, your mind immediately wandering to the video Sylvie had shown you. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to grab something before I head in.”
“Okay,” you agreed, closing the distance between you to kiss him. The sharp mint taste still on his lips made you scrunch your nose.
Without giving him any warning, you bent your knees just enough to wrap your arms around Jay’s waist and lift up, lifting your very solid boyfriend onto the kitchen counter the same way he’d done to you a hundred times.
“Holy shit!” Jay practically shouted as he grabbed at the butcher block counter. You couldn’t help laughing too, leaning forward into him, pressing your face into his thigh as you tried to catch your breath. You hadn’t honestly expected to be able to lift him that high and you were genuinely as surprised as him that you had hauled him onto the counter successfully.
A second later Jay was grabbing at your arms, pulling you away so he could see your face, hands moving to cup your cheeks, “what are you doing?” He asked, still amused.
“I was trying to be sexy,” you laughed, “you always do it.”
“Yeah…” he nodded, looking at you with that raised eyebrow like he was trying to figure something out, “I kinda liked it.”
“You’re so full of shit.”
“No, I’m serious, that was…hot.” He admitted, a light blush obscuring his freckles. He leaned forward enough that he could kiss you, tilting your head back as you leaned against the counter between his legs. You were convinced that Jay had a natural gravity about him, something that always drew you in, urging you to be as close as possible to him. If you were out somewhere together you always wanted to have a hand in his or his arm around your shoulder, when you kissed him, even at this height difference, with the counter more in your way than anything, you tried to be as close as possible, hands on his bare thighs, his knees caging you in, kissing him with your whole body leaning into his touch.
When you finally pulled away Jay hopped off the counter, backing you up to the island only to kiss you again. He kept his hands on your waist, squeezing just above the hand of your yoga shorts. “I thought we were getting something to eat,” you mentioned once he broke the kiss.
“I was distracted by you manhandling me first thing in the morning,” he teased, “just came out here to get some coffee-“
“I did not manhandle you,” you laughed, “get dressed, nobody needs to see all that this early in the morning.”
“Look who’s talking.” Jay’s hands left your waist, running over the spandex of your shorts to your ass.
“Get dressed,” you huffed, pushing him away from you.
Request:You were in the army with Jay and Lindsey finds out your back after answering jays phone and it being jays brother will, so Lindsey lies and tells Jay it was nothing an then after his shift he goes to see his brother after work an will brings it up an says Lindsey said he would tell him an he puts it all together an realizes Lindsey knew how he truly felt for you an ends up seeing you at the bar he’s in with his brother and you were drinking
A/N: I ended up making this kinda sad or something…
You had thought about reaching out to Jay when you found yourself back in Chicago but you didn’t know exactly where he was in his life, aside from what you’d heard the last time you’d been home five years ago, and you didn’t want to come crashing in when he didn’t really need you there stirring things up. But a trip home to Chicago, especially one that was turning out to be more long term than you’d anticipated, was too tempting a reason to see Jay to pass on, especially when you’d run into Will at Med.
“Look, if you don’t wanna call him, I will, no sweat.” Will promised, typing a report on the computer in front of him while you leaned against the nurses’ station. “He’ll be happy to hear from you.”
“Yeah, he was happy to hear from me last time too, and then his whole relationship with Abby imploded and I literally took off on him.” You replied, cracking your knuckles to relieve the tension in your body. “I don’t want to see him and screw him over again.”
“Do you plan on screwing him over?” Will asked, honestly, looking as though he might actually be reconsidering reaching out to his brother for you.
Of course you weren’t planning on screwing him over but then, who plans that sort of thing anyway? You’d really wanted to stay last time but things with your mom had been so strained after your dad’s death, it felt suffocating even being in the same state as her. Now here you were, back home to take care of her, in the ED, waiting for her doctor to discharge her with an all-clear.
“No, I didn’t plan on it last time either I just…Will, you know I love your brother but, if he’s got someone or if he’s in a good place, I don’t want to be the reason that fails on him. Jay deserves the world, regardless of who gives it to him.”
“I’ll give him a call.”
Will left out the part where Jay was in a relationship for the first time since you left. Maybe not the healthiest one at times but a relationship all the same and Will knew he was putting all his effort into trying to make it work. And it wasn’t like Will didn’t like Erin, he had nothing against his brother’s partner turned partner, but he couldn’t deny that a small part of him still rooted for the two of you.
So he didn’t mention Erin and he called his brother for you, early in the morning before his next shift. The one person he didn’t want to talk to answered the phone, Jay having been in the shower at the time, and Will left a message with Erin that you were in town (giving only your name and that you’d been in the rangers with Jay).
-
“There he is,” Will clapped his brother on the shoulder, sliding onto the barstool next to him and flagging Herrmann down with his other hand, ordering two beers, “so?”
“So?” Jay asked, an amused look crossing his face as he swiveled just enough to look at his brother. Will was smiling like he was in on something that Jay imagined he was supposed to be in on too. The only problem being that he had no idea what it was.
Will’s smile slowly faded as he realised that Jay had no idea what he was hinting at. Taking a sip of his beer first, he asked if Jay had reached out to you, “I called and said they were in town…Lindsay said she’d let you know.”
“Oh,” Jay stuttered for a second, hesitating over an answer that wouldn’t make it seem like his girlfriend had lied to his brother and withheld information, “yeah…I just, haven’t called yet. Work’s been crazy.”
“Well listen, I saw them in the ED with their mom yesterday, said they’re in Chicago permanently.”
“Permanently as in temporarily?” Jay replied, unable to conceal the slight edge to his voice. He’d heard that line before, straight from your mouth after he left Abby for you. Chicago was it for you back then and he’d stupidly believed that you were telling the truth only to be burned when you left, apologizing up and down like it would do any good.
“Look, I know last time things didn’t exactly work out-”
“More than that Will. I’m with Erin, I’m in a good place. I’m not digging up the past just because they rolled back into town.” Jay drank the last of his beer and then swiveled his chair away from his brother, “I gotta go.”
“Come on man, I just got here. Just stay, I won’t mention them again, I promise.” Will urged, looking somewhat apologetic though he really wasn’t at all. He didn’t want to push Jay and he definitely didn’t want to tell his brother that he at least could let you explain yourself, so he just rolled back on his hardline, choosing to drink and be happy rather than drink and be alone.
“Fine,” Jay sighed, “I don’t wanna hear about it again though.” It was bad enough that his mind was running through all the reasons Erin had withheld her conversation with Will from him, circling back to the same one again and again. He’d never told her but she was good at her job, it didn’t take much for her to figure it out.
Will shook his head, mild amusement overtaking his features as he glanced again at the table in the back. Whatever kind of serendipity that was, “don’t turn around then.”
Jay did exactly what his brother told him not to do, spinning around in his chair and looking behind him to one of the booth-style tables. There you were, drinking with Mouse of all people. He should’ve known that Will wasn’t the only person you’d reach out to, though it stung more than he cared to admit to know that you’d called Mouse before you’d called him directly. Whatever Will kept saying, whether it was true or not, it seemed more like you wanted to see everyone but Jay.
“Just go say hi,” Will urged.
Without saying anything else Jay got up for the second time, not headed for the door but your table instead. He set his beer bottle down first, both you and Mouse turning to look at him, the conversation dying down.
“Jay,” you stood up, hesitant for a moment and then wrapping your arms around him in a hug. He wrapped one arm around your waist. “I didn’t know if you got my message-”
“Will told me you were here,” he replied as you pulled away, not mentioning anything about Erin. It wasn’t relevant anyway, not right now. Though he couldn’t help wondering if Mouse had said anything.
“Sorry I didn’t call you…I wasn’t sure you’d really want to see me,” you explained.
Mouse offered Jay a knowing smile, as if he was in on something that Jay wasn’t completely sure he understood, before standing up and patting his best friend on the back, “I’m gonna go get a refill, let you guys catch up.”
You watched Mouse walk to the bar before turning back to Jay, “Greg looks good, he told me you got him a job so he’s legit now.”
“Yeah, he really fits in.”
“Jay look, I know last time things didn’t exactly, work out-”
“Didn’t work out? You up and left Chicago and I didn’t hear from you for a month and then it was just a ‘sorry I bailed’ text.” Jay replied.
“I know, I just…it was hard for me to be here.”
“And it’s easier now?” He asked. When Will mentioned you being home there was a part of Jay that just wanted to see you but there was another part of him, the part that was still angry, that wanted you to know how much you hurt him.
“Just different circumstances. I wasn’t gonna tell you I was even here I just wanted to see you,” You explained.
Jay took a sip of his beer, glancing toward the door as it opened and Erin walked in with Burgess. He looked back over to you, “I’m just not sure I’m ready to see you yet…sorry.”
“No, it’s okay…I understand.” You nodded, “I’ll let you, get back to everyone. Tell Greg I said goodbye.”
Words: 897 Warnings: ? tan tan taaaaaaan A/N: Here we are! Final part of What Could Have Been… Thank you everyone who kept up with the series =) It was really nice and fun to write!
Jay has no idea how many traffic laws he broke or how many red light he ran on his way to the hospital, but he can’t find it in himself to care as he parks the car by the entrance, running to his brother, who grabs his shoulders in an attempt to calm him down.
“Jay, stop, take it easy!” Will raises his voice, holding his younger brother in place as Jay looks behind him frantically. “She’s ok, calm down!”
Jay’s gaze finally focuses on Will, his heart beating against his chest.
“Why did you call me?” Jay’s eyes switch frantically between Will and the hallway behind the older Halstead, confusion and panic all over his face, tears brimming his eyes.
“I called you because her condition has changed.” That sentence makes Jay’s blood run cold, and he sees it in Will’s eyes that he must have paled significantly. “Not in a bad way Jay, I already told you! She woke up.”
Jay almost chokes on his next breath, freeing himself from Will’s grasp and jogging towards your room. He stops at the door, listening to the female voice inside and recognizing it to be Stella’s. Everything falls quiet and he hears a chair scrape the floor, followed by footsteps and the door opening, revealing Stella and Severide. Severide nods at Jay, a silent recognition and sign of respect over what he knows happened, and Stella pats his shoulder and winks at him before the two of them make their way down the hallway.
Jay takes a deep breath before he walks inside, his hands shaking as he closes the door once he’s inside. The noise makes you perk up, and the shaky breath you hear gives you a good idea of who just entered your room.
“Jay?” You call out, prompting him to reveal himself. He moves towards your bed, sitting on the edge and you rest one hand on his thigh. “Hello there.”
“Hey… how’re you feeling?” He manages to rasp out, his eyes already glossy as you adjust yourself.
“I’m feeling fine, physical therapy sounds like a pain in the ass though.” You say, making him chuckle. “And how are you doing? You seem tired and a bit pale.”
“Yeah, I… We were working on the case. Pretty nerve-wrecking. But I think it’s all solved now.” You nod, understanding what he’s transmitting through the vagueness of his answer.
“Alright.” You say, giving him a cheeky smile. “I do recall you have a promise to keep, Detective.”
He chuckles and scoots closer to you, leaning down as your noses almost brush together.
“I love you.” The three words leave his lips, sounding as soft as velvet, and you cup his face, the two of you sharing a kiss long overdue.
-
You look at Jay as he stands by your stove, staring intently at the food inside it.
“Jay, honey, the turkeys won’t cook any faster through the pressure of your stare, you know?” You tease, getting a couple of beers from the fridge. You open them both, giving one to Jay. “Why did you agree to even host the Intelligence Christmas Get-Together when you knew that you don’t have space for it in your apartment?”
“Because I have an amazing girlfriend with a big apartment that loves me very much and also happens to like my coworkers?” He says cheekily, taking one of the beers from you as you laugh. “Also, I have a gift for you that comes with them.”
You raise a brow at him, hearing the doorbell ring as if on cue. He runs for it and whispers something, spiking your curiosity as you go the living room, getting a look at the front door and seeing Jay blocking most of the door, talking to a petite blonde woman. She laughs as she points at you and Jay turns around, a sheepish grin on his face as he steps aside and allows you to see the dog sitting at your door, which you recognize as Kayla.
“Look, Rachel told me Kayla failed out of PD K-9 training because she was too friendly, but she was so good on the search and rescue that I thought she would be a nice gift, you can even take her with you to the firehouse when you’re cleared again, you know she’s got what it takes, she’s trained and she doesn’t have to be intimidating to be with the FD.” Jay rants, making you walk across the living room and shutting him up with a kiss. You feel the wet snout of the dog against your leg and you pet her, taking the leash from Rachel, who waves you goodbye. “Are you mad?”
“Are you out of your mind?” You chuckle, kissing him again. “I might even love her more than I love you, I mean, she was the one that found me.”
Jay makes an offended look and you burst out laughing, yelping when Kayla gets on her hind legs and supports the front ones on your shoulders, licking a broad stripe on your cheek and prompting Jay to start laughing.
“This is going to work out.” He says, kissing the top of your head and tucking you to him with his right arm.
“Jay. The turkeys.” You say, making him curse and dash into the kitchen as you fall into a laughter fit.
Words:987 Warnings: Implied violence A/N: I’m not dead! But work has been demanding and I’ve been finding myself drained after my shifts :( Anywho, second to last part!
A few hours later, Adam gets to the hospital, entering your room and giving Jay a curt nod that makes him jump to his feet. Jay kisses your forehead before he and Adam step out into the hallway and begin their way to Adam’s car.
“Halstead, are you sure about this?” Adam asks, still shocked by his friend’s decision. The steely expression on Jay’s face tells him that Jay had already thought about this plenty and knows what he’s about to do.
“I know that this isn’t like the usual me, but this isn’t like a usual case either.” Jay says, climbing into the passenger seat as Adam stands by the driver’s side for a few moments before entering the car. “(Y/N) and I go way back, and he hurt her to get to me. I’m not about to let that slide. She almost died, and she’s not out of danger yet. I won’t let him get the luxury of jail, where he can still live a comfortable life. No, he’s going to pay for what he’s done.”
“So, you remember more about you and (Y/N)? Wasn’t it just friendship?” Adam asks as he pulls out of the parking space, making Jay chuckle.
“No, it wasn’t just friendship. We were dating. We were going to move in together when the tour ended.” Jay says, removing his badge and his gun from his hip just as they reach the docks, the sun setting in the horizon and bathing everything in an eery orange light. “This bastard tried to take her away from me, and he’s going to pay.”
Adam just sits behind the wheel as Jay gives him his gun and his badge before he climbs out of the car, his jaw set as he walks towards the place he knew Voight would have Eric in.
He walks inside, seeing Voight perched on a bench with a glass of whiskey in one hand and another one on the little table by him. The Sergeant gives him a curt nod and points to the other bench, in which Jay takes a seat before grabbing the glass with the amber liquid.
“First time you were here, you were stopping me from ending Pulpo’s miserable life.” Voight remarks, sipping his whiskey. “Berating me about it not being right, not being morally correct, because I’m not anyone to play judge, jury and executor. And now you’re here with me, about to do the very thing you stopped me from doing all those years ago.”
“The circumstances have changed.” Jay’s voice is harsh and cold as he looks at the glass in his hand. “Letting him go to jail would be an act of mercy, and I’m not feeling merciful at all.”
Voight just nods, turning the glass in his hand before he nods towards the man strapped to the chair on the opposite side of the warehouse. There’s also a black bag over his head, and from the muffled sounds, a piece of tape on his mouth.
“You want to get creative or just get this over with?” Voight asks, downing the rest of his whiskey. Jay sets his glass down and gets up, moving towards Eric and removing the bag. The skinny man blinks at the harsh lighting before glaring at Jay, a sick grin still plastered on his face.
“You thought yourself to be so smart, huh?” Jay asks, his face in a scowl. “Wanted to play God, wanted to provoke me, wanted to make me lower my guard? Seems like it backfired.”
Jay removes the tape on Eric’s mouth harshly, regretting it when he hears the evil cackle that spills from him.
“The only reason she’s alive is because I want her to be. If I wanted, I would have painted the walls on those labs with her insides. You’re a lovesick puppy, and it’s sickening.”
“Too bad that you’ve reached the end of this match. This is the end of your line. Wipe that stupid smile off your face.”
“It seems that (Y/N) tugs at your heartstrings enough to make you let go of your moral compass, Detective Halstead. You’re about to sin, like the rest of us mere mortals.” Eric says, giving Jay a twisted grin. “I expected this sort of reaction from her, specially after reading that delightful little file about Afghanistan. But you have indeed surprised me, Detective.”
Jay puts the tape back over Eric’s mouth, having had enough of the man’s taunting, and turns to Voight, giving him a curt nod before turning back around and putting the bag over Eric’s head again.
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The bullpen is awfully quiet when Jay and Voight return, everyone sitting in their respective desks as they stride in. They see Trudy off to the side, on her phone in what seems to be a heated debate.
Adam quietly hands Jay his badge and gun back as they pass through, watching Kim give them a file before the two men go into Voight’s office and close the door behind them.
“This is our story, our alibi.” Voight informs Jay, giving him a wad of paper. “I knew this would happen, so I had Burgess and Platt fabricate something while we prepared and made the bust.”
Jay flipped through the pages, reading the story. According to the wad of paper, he had been with Severide to the University to double-check the constituents of the bomb while the rest of Intelligence made the fruitless bust on the most recent intel on Eric. Afterwards, all of them had been to Molly’s until closing time with all of 51 as witnesses, making a sort of fundraiser slash get well party in your honor.
Jay nods once he finishes reading the file, tucking it under his arm as his phone begins to ring, Will’s name and number flashing across the screen and making Jay bolt out of the office and bullpen towards his car.
“What do we got?” Voight asks as Intelligence gathers around him. Kevin grabs his notepad, flicking the pages to the beginning.
“The Emergency Center was heavily sabotaged, their servers have been completely destroyed, thus explaining the inability to respond to calls.”
“What about the fire here? It’s very odd for a building to randomly catch fire in the middle of the winter.” Voight continues.
“Severide says it’s foul play, for sure. Mainly with the bomb.” Jay says, leaning against his table. “It’s very weird, mainly with the fact that it would only catch the firefighters, because most of the researchers are home for the holidays.”
“What if it was directed at the firefighters?” Kim suggests hesitantly, earning confused looks from the rest of the team. She looks at Adam before she continues. “We got that package about (Y/N)… Maybe it was Eric. He has a weird grudge towards her because she knows Jay.”
“Are you sure?” Voight asks, noticing the distraught look on Jay’s face.
“Not sure, but it’s the best theory we have.” She says, wringing her hands together. “And Adam’s CI said he heard a buzz about the whole university ordeal being planned.”
“Why go after her and not me?” Jay asks, anger seeping into his voice. “His problem is with me, not her.”
“He wants to get to you, to anger you, make you drop your guard.” Adam says, crossing his arms. “He knows you’re pissed at this, and he’s counting on your anger to make you be brash and create an opening for him to get to you.”
“Well, he’s succeeding.”
“Jay, why don’t you get to the hospital? I think (Y/N) would really like to see you when she wakes up.” Voight suggests, noticing the weight on the younger detective’s shoulders. “I can give you a ride there on my way to question my CIs.”
“What?” Jay’s brows furrow in confusion. “I can take my truck.”
“I want your truck to be inspected. He rigged a random room to get to (Y/N) and was able to, I don’t want to risk your car being tampered with in any way.” Voight explains, grabbing his jacket and keys.
Jay grabs his jacket and beanie, rubbing his hands on his face as he goes down the stairs after Voight. Trudy sends him a sympathetic look as he follows Voight through the main lobby, and he nods at her in an appreciative way.
The trip to the hospital is quiet until Voight stops his car by the ER door and turns towards Jay.
“I know how you’re feeling right now, like it’s your fault.” The Sergeant says, making Jay look at him. “But it’s not. Eric’s twisted in his head, there was no way we could have predicted or prevented it. You went above and beyond, there was nothing more you could have done.”
“Will says she’s not out of danger yet.” Jay mutters. “That the rod did quite a bit of damage, she lost a lot of blood, the gash on her leg severed a muscle. She’s still in ICU and unconscious, and they don’t know if she’s going to be able to keep on being a firefighter, much less part of Squad.”
“Halstead, none of that is your fault. You helped her the most you could and quite probably saved her life. And now you’re going to be there for her through the recovery, and we’ll nail that son of a bitch down.” Voight says, nodding towards the hospital. “Be there. We’ll let you know if there’s any developments.”
Jay nods and exits the car, entering the ER and spotting Will almost immediately. The older brother leads the youngest into the waiting area filled with firefighters. Their heads turn as they see the brothers come in and Boden, Casey and Severide seem to have a silent conversation before nodding.
“51.” Boden calls, making everyone turn to him. “We have to get back to our job. Jay will stay with (Y/N) and keep us updated. Let’s go.”
The firefighters clap Jay’s shoulder or nod at him as they go by, recognizing him as a trustworthy person to stay and “keep guard” on you. It makes him feel weird on the inside, but he pushes it aside as Will guides him into your room.
He sucks in a breath as he sees you laying in the hospital bed, pale, unmoving, hooked up to numerous machines.
“This looks worse than what you told me on the phone, Will.” Jay manages to say, gingerly sitting at the foot of the bed and resting one hand on your shin. He feels the guilt gnawing at his mind along with an anger he can’t contain; he’s sure that if he’s the one to catch Eric, he won’t make it to prison.
“It does, but it’s mostly preventive.” Will says, looking between Jay and you with a confused face. “I didn’t know you knew her.”
“I’ve known her for longer than you.” Jay chuckles, spotting your dog tags on the small table by the bed and pointing at them. “We served together on my last tour.”
Will’s brows knit in confusion as he approaches his brother, leaning against the foot of the hospital bed.
“You never told me about her.”
“Well… It’s complicated.”
-
A couple of days later and Jay feels at his wit’s end: they have nothing on Eric and you still haven’t waken up. He’s sitting on the crappy hospital chair, laptop atop his legs, left hand scrolling through the little information they have on Eric while his right hand holds yours. His right leg bounces as he feels his patience dwindling and his desperation nipping at his subconscious.
Will walks into the room, making his normal rounds and taking in his brother’s nervous behavior.
“If you bounce that leg more, the laptop is going to fall.” He remarks, marking your vitals on the chart.
“Shouldn’t she be awake by now, Will?” Jay asks, the desperation evident in his voice. Maybe the coffee Mouse had brought him wasn’t such a good idea after all.
“Jay, this is a game of patience. It will take some time for her to recover even after she awakes. The wounds are closing up nicely, but they still did a lot of damage that needs to be reversed with physical therapy.” Will says, setting the chart back on its’ spot. He watches as Jay runs a hand through his face, the bags in his eyes evident, as well as the longer beard. “Shouldn’t you go home and rest for a bit?”
“I’m fine, I just don’t want to leave her side.” Jay admits, earning a nod from Will.
“You know where to find me if you need anything.” Will says, leaving the room.
Jay closes the laptop and sets it on the floor, turning to you and holding your left hand with both of his, leaning his forehead against them.
He stays like that for a few moments, listening to the steady beeping of the machines until his phone starts buzzing in his pocket. He fishes it out, unlocking it and looking at the text on the screen.
Ruzek: We got a lead. Will text details later.
Jay’s heart jumps in his chest at the news, his free hand gripping your tighter as he types back a reply.
Jay: If you get him, let Voight do his thing and let me know.
He feels excited in a weird way that makes him feel guilty for a brief moment before he looks at you again; Eric had put you in an hospital bed, fighting for your life, and there is no way that Jay is going to let him get away with it.
When you finally come to, there’s something wet pressing against your jaw and you hear a muffled male voice cursing.
“Andyou have to get a way to get her out!” The voice says, accompanied by angry footsteps. “This plasma bag won’t last forever, and she lost a lot of blood!”
You take a deep breath, crying out when you feel a searing pain shoot through your abdomen. There’s a bark and a whine right by your ear, and the footsteps come your way until you feel a pair of big, calloused hands holding your face.
“(Y/N), can you hear me?” The voice is right in front of you and you force yourself to open your eyes. Right in front of you is Jay Halstead, piercing blue eyes staring straight at you, his freckled nose nearly touching yours. “Oh, thank God.”
A wet tongue connects with your cheek excitedly and Jay curses before saying a stern “sit!”. Looking at your right you see a Belgian Malinois staring at you, tail wagging and tongue hanging out of its’ open mouth.
“What’s going on?” You rasp, your breaths shaking. “Why are you here? Why is there a doghere?”
“Kayla helped with the search and rescue, she found you actually.” Jay says, running a hand through his face as he sits next to you. “We opened a path and she ran in here; I came after her and Squad was trying to secure the exit but some of it collapsed so we’re kind of trapped here.”
You nod, looking down at yourself and seeing the metal rod sticking out of your stomach. You can feel the blood draining from your face, making Jay scoot closer and block your view with his jacket.
“It seems like I’m in a bit of a pickle, then.” You say, laughing nervously. “Who would say, after everything that went down in Afghanistan, that I’d die in Chicago.”
“Don’t say that, you’re not going to die.” He says, his voice strained. You grab his hand, giving him a soft smile that doesn’t reach your eyes, making his own widen in recognition. “No, don’t look at me like that. That’s the same face from Afghanistan, that’s your ‘I’m giving up’ face, don’t you dare.”
You squeeze his hand and he squeezes yours back, shaking his head. Kayla whines as she nuzzles into your neck.
“Look at all this blood.” You say gesturing around with your free hand, noticing how Jay clenches his jaw. “We’re delaying the inevitable, since they aren’t going to open a path in time. I don’t have much time left, Jay.”
“I don’t care if you think that. I’m not letting that happen. You slipped through my fingers once and I’m not allowing that to happen again.” He confesses with a shaky voice. You chuckle weakly, looking at him softly.
“Little do you know about what slipped through our fingers.”
“Tell me.” He pleads, scooting even closer. “Please, tell me.”
“Jay…” You take a deep breath before continuing, tears welling up in your eyes. “I’ve been in love with you ever since we met, and you said you were too, and it has been killing me that you don’t remember any of it. All the promises, all the plans, we had everything planned out together. We were going to move into some apartment when we came back, it’d be us against the world, but that obviously didn’t happen.”
“What happened? Why did you stay?” His voice is barely a whisper and it pulls at your heart. “I’m sure you could have been medically discharged as well.”
“Well… It wasn’t like I had a saying in staying there or coming home.” You say, taking a shaky breath. “I was captured when I went back to get the other soldiers. Kept as a prisoner, tortured for information, I don’t know for how long exactly. But one day, two of them thought they had broken me and came too close, and I killed them. I managed to free myself, took their rifles and broke out, stole a horse and didn’t stop until I reached a military base. I knew I wouldn’t be able to adapt to civil life, at least not straight away, so I asked to stay. They conceded, and I took another tour to hunt down the group that captured me and many others. That was what the big wad of paper in the package your team got was about, details of my deployment with pictures and everything, it wasn’t pretty. It’s supposedly top secret.”
Jay’s jaw is clamped up so tight you fear he might break something, so you caress his hand with yours.
“I had no idea…” He manages to say, his eyes glistening. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok.” You smile at him. “It’s in the past. Now though, I’m tired like you wouldn’t believe.”
His eyes widen as he leans forward, his hands cupping your face gently. You gaze into his eyes, feeling the eyelids in yours getting heavier every second.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes!” Jay exclaims, his face inches from yours. “I’m here, they must be getting through very soon, you’re going to be ok, but don’t close your eyes.”
“It’s ok, Jay.” You smile at him, your light-headedness increasing steadily. “You did the best you could.”
“No, don’t you dare leave me. We can pick up where we left off, or even start again, but you can’t close your eyes.”
“Maybe in the next life we’ll have your chance…”
“We can have it in this life, if you just stay awake!”
He leans his forehead against yours and you feel tiny droplets falling onto your cheeks. You cup his jaw gently, feeling your heart crack at the pain and desperation in his eyes.
“Jay… It’s ok.” You whisper, feeling him lean into your hand slightly. “I love you.”
He takes a deep breath, an expression you can’t decipher settling on his face as one of his hands leaves your face to hastily grab the radio on his jacket. He turns to you, tears brimming his eyes.
“If you want to hear it back, you can’t give up.” He says before pressing the button. “Severide, you better have news. We’re stretching this too much.”
“Fuck.” Severide’s voice echoes together with a groan. “Look, can you pick her up?”
“Severide, that’s not a good idea.” Casey’s voice is strained.
“It’s not like we have a choice, Casey. It’s either that or she dies, and I don’t want that to happen. No one does.”
“Fine.” Casey’s voice sounds conformed. “Jay, the area where the concrete slab fell is where we’re having more trouble, because it’s very unstable. We’re going to cut a hole in the stabler slab and the moment it’s done you’re going to pick (Y/N) up and bolt out. Got it?”
“See? We’re getting you out.” Jay says to you, looking hopeful. He presses the button to reply. “Got it, get on with it.”
“This metal rod isn’t stuck to the floor?” You rasp, watching him shake his head. He shoves the radio in his pocket as he kneels at your side, his right arm sliding under your shoulders and his left one under your knees. “This is going to hurt, isn’t it?”
“Probably. But it’s better than dying.” He says, pressing a quick kiss on the top of your head before he picks you up against his chest and raises to his feet. You repress the painful cry ripping at your throat and whimper instead, trying to breathe through the pain. “Grab the plasma bag.”
You gingerly reach out and grab the almost empty sac, resting it on a good part of your stomach as you hear the saw working the concrete, noticing that some natural light is starting to seep in and replace the red glow from the emergency lights.
“Kayla, up.” Jay says, watching as a part of the concrete starts to remove itself from the bigger slab. The dog stands by his feet until a bigger part is removed and makes enough room for all of you to get through. “Go!”
“Move it, Halstead!” Severide calls out, gesturing outside. “We don’t know how long it’ll hold!”
Jay rushes out and you groan at the pain the swinging around brings you, closing your eyes when the sunlight floods your face.
“Get her on the backboard.” Casey instructs, helping Jay maneuver you into the slab of plastic attached to a pulley system. “Guys, pull her up and get her to Med now.”
You barely register the backboard being hoisted into the gurney but can’t help but smile as Sylvie comes into your line of sight as she places the oxygen mask on you and switches the IV bags.
“You scared the crap out of us.” She mumbles, cutting away the rest of your shirt and connecting you to the machines before pushing you into the ambulance. “Jay didn’t do a bad job at all, wow.”
“I was the one that instructed him.” Will says, hopping on the back of the ambulance. “You can leave the other paramedic here and take me with her back to Med, that way I can take her in to Connor right away.”
The doors to the ambulance close and Sylvie runs into the driver’s seat, turning the sirens on and peeling off, leaving the rest of the stunned firefighters and cops behind. Severide claps Jay’s shoulder before Stella wraps him in a hug, silently thanking him.
When you come to, you’re having trouble breathing, and if that isn’t enough, the previous events rush to you all at once and your thoughts spin out of control. Suddenly, you’re not in a building in the middle of Chicago anymore; you can feel yourself being blinded by the scorching sun from Afghanistan, you can see the dust in the air, feel the sand under you.
“No, no, this isn’t happening.” You panic, feeling the searing pain on the right side of your hip. Your breathing picks up and your hands start shaking. “I’m in Chicago, I’m in Chicago, I’m not a Marine anymore, Deft Hawk is over.”
You repeat it to yourself like a mantra, shutting your eyes and feeling the tightness in your chest increasing.
“Get me out of here!” You manage to shriek, feeling a scratch in your throat. “For the love of everything, get me out!”
-
Jay looks at Kayla as she stops dead in her tracks, her ears perked up as she presses her nose to the floor.
“You got something there, girl?” He asks, giving her more lead as she moves around and starts whining. “Good girl! Can you find an entrance?”
He unlatches the leash as Kayla searches around, stopping by a displaced slab of concrete. He hears a faint voice coming from under the rubble and his heartrate picks up as he crouches.
“I got something here!” He calls out as he grabs the concrete slab and shoves it out of the way slightly, creating a tiny gap that exposes the hallway underneath.
The firefighters gather around him, someone calling out orders that Jay doesn’t listen; his mind rests solely on the fact that you’re probably down under the rubble, and he must find a way to get to you.
The firefighters join him in moving the concrete slab, opening the gap more and more until a person can go through. Before anyone can process what’s happening, Kayla jumps in and starts barking and running. Jay curses and thinks for a moment before jumping after her, ignoring the calls from the firefighters behind him.
“Halstead!” Severide calls out, making him look up. Jay sees him and Stella peeking into the hole, concern stamped on their face. “Are you out of your mind?”
“I heard her, and I’m not leaving her down here alone.” He says, his jaw clenched tight.
“Wait a bit.” Stella says, earning a confused look from Severide as she gets up and calls someone over. “Move back!”
A bag falls to the floor in front of him, and he recognizes it to be medical supplies.
“Look, we can’t send anyone else in there, it’s too unsafe. We’re going to secure everything the most we can and help you get her out, but for now you’re on your own.” Severide informs, looking glum. “That’s why you shouldn’t have jumped in.”
“I don’t care about that.” Jay says, picking up the bag from the floor and hearing Kayla bark in the next hallway over.
“I’m going to be on channel 3.” Will’s voice comes through before he peeks from the hole too, his red hair disheveled and sweat dotting his forehead. “Be careful, Jay.”
“Always.” He mutters, turning around and calling for Kayla. The dog comes to him and he clips the leash back on her vest before petting her. “Good girl, c’mon, let’s find her.”
The dog runs ahead of him, expertly dodging the debris and apparently following a pre-determined path. Jay slows down as he sees a firefighter’s helmet on the floor, the “3” in the front staring at him and making his heart skip a beat.
“C’mon Kayla, find her, c’mon.” He mutters to the dog, who looks back at him with big eyes and blinks. “You have to find her, I don’t know what I’ll do with myself if you don’t.”
Kayla whines and moves forward, turning a sharp corner and pulling at the leash, making Jay follow her. His breath hitches in his throat once he turns the corner, seeing you laying on the floor with a metal rod stabbing through your stomach and a nasty gash on your right leg. He hooks Kayla’s leash around one of his belt hoops and rushes forward, kneeling by you and removing your SCBA mask, wincing at the amount of blood sticking to your face and his hand shooting to your neck after a pulse. He sighs in relief when he feels a steady heartbeat, switching the radio’s channel with his free hand before pressing down on the button.
“Will, are you there?” Jay asks, flicking the button to leave the radio open. “I found her, but there’s a lot of blood everywhere.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean she’s impaled by a metal rod, her face is bloody, and she has a pretty deep laceration on her right thigh.” Jay says, undoing the front of your turnout coat and cutting it free from the rod with a pair of scissors from the medical bag.
“Expose the wounds the most you can, stabilize the rod, and do a tourniquet on her leg. Then, you’re going to start an IV for plasma, you have it on your bag. If you need more, come back to the hole and we’ll drop some more bags in.” Will says, the strain in his voice letting Jay know he’s dealing with other patients as they speak. “Let me know when you’re about to start the IV so I can talk you through it.”
Jay puts on the disposable gloves and cuts away the shirt around the rod, exposing enough skin to let him look and stabilize it. He feels himself paling as he sees the exit point of the rod, his hands fumbling around the bag in search for tape and gauze. He quickly stabilizes the rod, watching as the gauze quickly becomes red with blood, but moving on to your leg.
He unlatches the suspenders in the front and gingerly sets them out of your shoulders, pointing upwards. Kayla lays down by your head and licks your hand, whining as you don’t respond.
“You did good, girl.” Jay reassures, carefully pulling the turnout pants down. He peels away the fabric of your regular pants and winces at the blood coming out. “Oh, that does not look good.”
“What’s going on?” Will asks, reminding Jay his radio is open.
“There is a lot, and I mean a lot of blood coming out of the gash on her leg.” He mutters, fishing the tourniquet out of the bag and tying it around the very top of your thigh. “I don’t know how many plasma bags you have here, but either Severide stabilizes this fast or it’s not going to be enough.”
“Stabilize her for now, then we’ll see how to proceed. Focus on the task at hand, Jay.”
Jay nods to himself, securing a big wad of gauze against the gash.
“I’m ready for the IV, Will.” Jay says, checking everything in the bag again. “What do I need?”
“Take a cannula with a 16-gauge needle. A cannula is a little plastic thing that looks like a cross. The needle’s color code should be gray.” Will instructs as Jay rummages through the bag, making a victory noise when he finds the materials. “There’s a vein that leads to her middle finger, find it. If you can’t find it, grab her wrist until her veins pop up more. Clean the injection site, disinfect a wider area to make sure the dressing will adhere to her skin and not the dust. Once that’s done, insert the needle right atop the vein.”
Jay takes a deep breath, getting a small square of gauze and alcohol and disinfecting most of your hand before searching for the vein. He finds it fairly easily, but his hands are shaking when he places the needle in place. He clenches his jaw as he pushes the needle in.
“Inserted the needle, now what?” Jay asks, unable to keep the shakiness out of his voice.
“Above all, stay calm. You see the green thing at the end of the needle? It’s the catheter, push it forward slightly. It’s normal for blood to come out, it means it’s in the right spot. After that, take off the needle and connect the cannula to the catheter.”
Jay does as instructed, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding when a small stream of blood comes out into the catheter. He removes the needle and inserts the cannula, grabbing some modified tape to secure it against the back of your hand.
“Done. Now what?”
“Get the plasma bag, place the bag somewhere above her and let it drip into the tube. Make sure there’s no air, and then connect it to the cannula.” Will says, his voice steadier than Jay feels himself. “You’re doing great. After that you can see if you can get her to regain consciousness.”
Jay sets up the plasma bag on a small ledge of concrete, watching as it drips down the tube. Once he makes sure there’s no air in the tube, he connects it and sighs, feeling a weight come off his shoulders.
He gently wipes some hair off your face, getting a gauze and dipping it in antiseptic, beginning to wipe most of the blood from your face when a loud crash makes the whole structure shake.
“What the fuck was that!?” Jay asks, getting silence for a while before the radio comes to life.
“Some part of the access you went in through came down.” Severide’s voice comes through. “Everything is very unstable and we’re doing the best we can, but clearly we can’t rush it or everything might crumble down.”
Jay lets out an irritated groan, sitting down on the floor as he looks at you and Kayla, the dog’s muzzle resting on your shoulder as she lazily licks your neck.
It’s been 6 hours into your shift and there hasn’t been a single call yet, making you uneasy.
“Don’t you guys find it weird to be this quiet?” You ask the remaining members of Squad, being shushed almost instantly.
“Don’t jinx it!” Cruz says, looking at his cards before playing.
“For real though, it’s December, there’s a blizzard, there hasn’t been a shift with 6 dead hours for months.” You continue, looking out the main gate and watching the icy roads. “We should at least have a kid slipping and falling on the ice or something like that.”
You frown at the dismissal, getting up from the chair and heading towards Chief Boden’s office. You catch Casey’s eye and gesture at him to come with you.
“What is it, (Y/L/N)?” He asks, stopping you in the middle of the hallway. “You look frazzled.”
“Aren’t you at the very least intrigued that we haven’t received a single call since the start of the shift? In December, with icy roads and dumb kids running around freely.”
“Yes, I’m finding it odd but at the same time I’m thanking the opportunity to rest. Shifts have been hectic.” He admits, running a hand through his face.
“What if there’s a problem with the dispatch or the communications or something? What if we’ve been getting calls but they don’t come through?”
“That’s… concerning, to say the least.” Casey muses, looking lost in his thoughts. “Let’s talk to Chief and see what he says.”
The two of you march to Boden’s office, knocking before entering, finding him sitting on his chair with his arms crossed and a stoic look on his face.
“Chief, you have a second?” You ask, stepping inside in front of Casey. Boden nods and Casey closes the door behind him, coming to stand by your side. “We’re finding it weird that we haven’t had a single call today.”
“Yes, I’m a little confused as well.” Boden says, looking at the two of you from above his glasses. “I’m going to call the Emergency Management Main Office and see where we go from there.”
“Chief, do you mind if we do a little drive around to check on the community in case the dispatch really is down?” Casey asks, prompting silence from you and Boden for a little bit.
“Yes. Take all the rigs and the ambo, communicate between yourselves.” He says, dismissing you both.
You make your way back into the floor and towards the Squad rig, taking off your boots and prompting weird stares from your crewmates.
“Chief said for us to do a drive around and check if the community is ok.” You say, hearing the men groan as they drop their game of cards and get up from the table.
You’ve been out for a couple of minutes, heading south, when the radio comes to life.
“We need backup at the University’s Labs.” Casey says, sounding distressed. “We have a fire.”
“Squad 3 responding.” Severide replies as Tony turns the rig around and heads for the University.
The truck comes to a stop and you hop out, looking at the fire consuming part of the building for a moment before putting on your SCBA and your helmet.
“Go in and check the building for people.” Casey shouts, helping to hook the hoses. “They say most people are on the main floor and on the underground labs.”
“Let’s start from the lowest floor.” Severide says, jogging inside with the four of you on his tail. “Divide and conquer.”
You jog down the stairs and split up, all five of you heading off into different hallways.
-
“Me and (Y/L/N) are wrapping up the last underground floor, get everyone out of the main floor.” Severide says into the radio as the two of you reach the point where the hallway splits into two. The one on your side is a dead end with a couple of doors and Severide’s leads back to the stairwell.
“I’m taking this side.” You say, pointing at the dead end. Severide nods and heads off, leaving you to turn around and start knocking on doors. “Chicago Fire Department!”
You quickly reach the door at the end of the hallway, grabbing the handle as your radio turns on.
“All clear from my side, (Y/L/N) is finishing up and about to come up too.” Severide’s voice says. You press the button on your radio to reply.
“I’m checking the last room and will be up soon.” You say, opening the door and feeling your blood run cold when you see the strings connected to the door. The blast wave knocks you into the wall and you black out.
-
Trudy makes her way into the bullpen hurriedly, phone pressed against her ear as she snaps her fingers to catch everyone’s attention.
“Chief, I’m going to put you on speaker with Intelligence.” She says, doing so. The detectives slowly gather around her, curious to see what is happening.
“The dispatchers are having issues and can’t work, we did a sweep around and UIC’s Labs were on fire, we responded, and something blew up.” Chief Boden’s voice echoes around the bullpen and Jay feels his blood run cold. “I have people trapped inside and need every ounce of manpower you can get me.”
Jay doesn’t wait for anyone’s orders, grabbing his jacket and beanie and rushing out of the bullpen and precinct, hearing the hurried steps of his friends and coworkers behind him. He gets into his truck and Adam and Kim follow him, both of them looking at him worriedly.
He turns the key and revs the truck before he pulls out of the parking spot, turning on the sirens and speeding towards the UIC campus, his mind running wild with thoughts of how you are.
“She’s most likely ok, Jay.” Kim tries to reassure, watching Jay’s jaw clench. “She’s tougher than you know.”
“I know she is.” He admits, his hands in a vice grip on the steering wheel. The truck screeches to a stop once they reach the front of the labs and he quickly turns the car off, opening the door. “But I still care and worry about her.”
Voight stops his car behind Jay’s truck and rushes out, making his way towards the building with the rest of his team behind him. He reaches Chief Boden, the man looking stressed but relieved to finally see someone come to help.
“What’s the current situation?” Voight asks, shaking Boden’s hand.
“We have 4 firefighters trapped inside, we managed to speak with 3 of them and they’re fine.” Boden says, pursing his lips before continuing. “But one of our Squad members is trapped in the first underground floor and we can’t establish contact.”
“Who?” Jay blurts out, the sympathetic look Boden gives him telling him everything he needs to know.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). We think one of the doors was rigged to an explosive device.” Boden says, looking directly at Jay. “Many people were injured in the blast and we can’t handle all of this, we’ve called Med and asked for a Trauma team on scene. Even with them, I don’t know if it’s going to be enough.”
“Atwater, Rojas, call Med and ask for an update on the trauma team, if needed go and get them. Ruzek and Halstead, help with the victims, and Burgess, come with me for crowd control.” Voight directs, moving towards the perimeter set by a few good samaritans and firefighters.
Jay rushes towards the building, Adam hot on his trail.
“She’s ok, isn’t she?” Jay says, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “So ok that she’s unreachable under the rubble.”
“Jay, don’t.” Adam cuts him off. “It’s a delicate situation, and that attitude does absolutely zero to help. You want to get her out, so focus on the task at hand instead of being sassy and holding grudges.”
Jay clenches his jaw as he reaches the firefighters on the building.
“Casey, where do you need us?” He asks as the Captain looks around, visibly distraught.
“Uhhhh… Pick up a heat cam and see if you can find anyone under the rubble.” He says, pointing at the devices on the floor. “We’re finishing up freeing Cruz and we’ll be right there.”
Jay grabs one of the heat cams and turns it on, pointing at the floor near the stairwell, but stopping shortly after as his phone starts ringing.
“Halstead, take the radios, I don’t want to risk losing communication.” Voight’s voice comes through very briefly before the call goes dead.
“Ruzek, go back to my truck, our radios are in the trunk, get them. The cell towers are getting jammed.” Jay calls out, watching as the other man does what he asks in record time.
Jay hooks the radio on himself quickly as he sees a CPD K-9 truck pull up, the officer moving quickly to get the dog out. Jay’s eyebrows shoot up when he sees not one, but two dogs hopping out of the back and the handler waving him over. He rushes over and shakes the woman’s hand.
“Rachel Wyatt, Sergeant Platt called about needing all hands on deck.” She introduces herself, giving Jay a firm handshake. “I brought my own K-9, Fido, and another K-9 from training, Kayla. They say Kayla is too friendly and focuses too much on fetching rather than attacking, she’s probably going to be failed from the K-9 training, but I thought she’d be a great fit for this situation. Her commands are in English, and she’s very easy to handle.”
“What do you mean?” Jay asks, looking at the doe eyed red Belgian Malinois sitting in front of him, her tail wagging like crazy. “I’m supposed to take Kayla?”
“Yes. She’s very excitable but very easy to manage.” She says, pointing at the German Shepard at her feet. “I’d take them both, but Fido is a bit jealous when on the field.”
Jay gingerly takes the leash from Rachel, leading the dog into the building and finding Adam staring at him with a funny face.
“Since when are you a dog handler?” He asks, petting Kayla.
“Since Officer Wyatt decided it was a good idea.” Jay mutters, pulling slightly on the leash and redirecting the dog. “C’mon Kayla, let’s find her.”
Words: 1063 Warnings: Arguing? A/N: About the requests I have in, (they’re 17 if I’m not mistaken?) I’m writing them, guys! I haven’t forgotten! It’s just going slowly, because I work full-time in front of a screen and sitting down in front of another one after clocking out isn’t quite appealing. Nonetheless, I’m writing them! I’ll try to go on a writing spree this weekend, hopefully things will smooth down then! :)
You stop by the kitchen window on your way back, watching the road and prompting Jay to get up and do the same. He stands right behind you, shirt still on his hand as you both watch the black SUV parked behind Jay’s truck. You move quickly, slipping on some shoes and grabbing your gun from under the kitchen island, noticing how Jay’s eyebrows rise in surprise.
“Whoa, (Y/N), wait up.” He says, scrambling to put his shirt back on as you walk out the door with purpose on your step. He runs after you, his hand on his own gun as you cross the street.
The SUV’s doors open and Jay sighs as he sees Adam and Kim get out with their hands raised.
“Sorry, sorry!” Adam says, pointing at his badge as Jay reaches you, your gun lowering slowly. “We just didn’t want to interrupt something since Jay wasn’t answering his phone and his truck is here… and we saw him shirtless through the window.”
Jay shoots him a look as you tuck your gun into the waist of your pajama pants, looking at them sternly.
“They work with me, Adam Ruzek and Kim Burgess.” He introduces, watching as you nod in understanding, recognizing the woman from the anthrax call.
“Why are you here, then?” You ask, turning on your heel and walking back towards the apartment building. “We can have this conversation inside, it’s cold out.”
The four of you make your way back into your house, gathering around the kitchen island as you put the gun back in its’ hiding spot.
“We got an unsettling package after Jay left the precinct.” Adam says as Kim sets a folder down on the table and opens it gingerly, spreading the contents on top of the marble.
Your hand shoots out and grabs a large wad of paper, your hands shaking as you skim through the pages and recognize it as the report from your last mission in Afghanistan. You turn it away from everyone, knowing its’ contents and not wanting them to see, but the look on Kim’s eyes lets you know she already did. You slam the wad back on the island, looking intently at Adam and Kim.
“How do you have this?” You say, looking at the pictures Jay is spreading across the table and seeing some from your last shift along with one taken minutes ago, when Jay knocked on your door. “What the hell?”
“Eric.” Jay mutters, making you turn to him. “It’s my fault, I should have just gone home.”
“Who’s Eric?” You ask, running your hands through your hair.
“The guy from the anthrax. I’m really sorry (Y/N), I shouldn’t have come here, I put you on the line.”
“That’s not true, Jay.” Adam clears up, waving a piece of paper. “He left this note in the package, detailing how he was entranced by (Y/N) when he saw her yesterday, and how he felt angry and betrayed that the two of you know each other.”
“That bastard winked at me yesterday, when he ran away.” You mutter pressing the heels of your palms to your eyes. “Do you have anything substantial about him?”
“Not quite.” Kim admits, looking between you and Jay. “He hides his tracks very well; we’re having trouble with pinning him down to make a bust.”
“What if you lure him out?” You suggest, earning shocked looks from the three cops on your kitchen. “I’ve done it before in much worse circumstances, and it worked. And I’m not about to stop my life just because some bug-eyed psycho decided he wanted to mess with me.”
“Absolutely not.” Jay interjects before anyone has a chance to speak, making you raise a brow at him. “He’s incredibly suspicious, and he knows you hang out with cops. He won’t fall for it.”
“He also knows I’m ex-military, and yet he’s still pulling this.” You counter, watching as Jay shakes his head again.
“No, you’re not going into the line of danger like that.” He says stubbornly, and you feel your blood begin to boil.
“I’m a grown-ass woman with a military past to make many pale in comparison, I think I can handle being in the line of danger.” You snap, watching as Jay’s face hardens.
“Yeah, last time I saw you do that it didn’t go over too well.”
“It went well enough, clearly, since I’m still alive.”
“Voight would never approve it, and I’m not about to watch you do that when it can be prevented. Last time I couldn’t do anything, but now I can.” He growls, his knuckles becoming white as he grips the marble top of the kitchen island. “It’s not happening.”
“Look, (Y/N), we know what you’re capable of, we had to read the folder.” Kim intervenes, noticing how angry the two of you are getting. “But we also know what Eric can do, and we don’t want to put anyone in that position.”
“He tied me to a pole in a room full of anthrax, fully intending to expose me to it once he was done interrogating me.” Jay says, crossing his arms. “I’m not risking losing you again, (Y/N).”
Your scowl softens with his confession, being replaced with a look of confusion. Adam and Kim retrieve the contents of the package, placing them back on the evidence box as you stare at Jay.
“We’ll be in touch, but we have to return to the precinct now.” Kim says, nearly dragging Adam out the door with her.
The door closes and you lean against the counter, watching the man in front of you as you wait for him to elaborate his previous statement.
“What?” He asks, shifting as he feels uncomfortable under your stare.
“You don’t know half of what we lost, Jay. Both as individuals and collectively.” You mutter, shaking your head as you turn back around, rinsing the mugs on your sink.
“Care to enlighten me?”
“What for? It’s lost to the time, stuck in the past. It’s no use musing about what was or could have been, because it’ll never be. It’s irrelevant now.” You dry your hands, turning to find him looking at you with pleading eyes. You run your hands through your face, feeling your eyes heavy. “I think it’s better if you go now, I’m tired and want to sleep some more.”
The end of the shift doesn’t come soon enough, and you bolt up when the buzzer sounds out. You move to the locker room, quickly changing into your civilian clothes and leaving the firehouse, deciding to walk home.
You put on your headphones and adjust your beanie before starting your route, glad that your apartment isn’t very far from the firehouse.
When you notice, you’re standing in front of your door and you unlock it, stepping inside and kicking off your sneakers. You shake the snow off your coat into the street and remove your beanie, hanging them both on the coatrack by the door.
Turning on the kettle, you lean against the kitchen counter and nearly jump when your phone starts buzzing in your pocket. You frown, looking at the caller ID before answering the call.
“Hey!” Mouse’s voice sounds cheery on the other side and you rub a hand through your face.
“I don’t know how you manage to be so chirpy so early in the morning, but please tell me.”
“I heard you had a crazy shift, how are you doing?” You press your lips into a thin line, staring out the window.
“Well, I’m fine. Your friend was worse off than me.”
“Whoa there, ‘my friend’? What’s up?”
“Don’t play dumb, Mouse. You know what happened, I’m sure Jay told you.” You cringe when you hear your own voice so cold and hard. “Sorry, last shift was stressful.”
“I can imagine. Anthrax must not be easy to deal with.”
“Yeah, it’s not. Can we talk later? I’m really not in the right mindset for a conversation right now.”
“Sounds like a plan to me. Talk to you later, then.”
“See you, Mouse. Take care.”
You end the call and pour some of the warm water and a tea bag on a mug, warming your hands on it before taking a sip and heading to your room, setting the mug on your night stand and changing into a pair of fluffy, comfy pajamas.
You sit on the bed and lean against the headboard, retrieving the mug and drinking some more.
-
“How are we on Eric?” Voight asks, standing in the middle of the bullpen.
“He has more hideouts than the ones I was in.” Jay says, holding an icepack to his cheek. “We have no idea where he might be, but at least we managed to secure the anthrax.”
“I thought I told you to go home, Halstead.” The Sergeant’s voice is harsh, but Jay doesn’t relent.
“And do what? Stare at the wall while you guys are here trying to catch him?”
“Halstead. Go home.”
Jay clenches his free fist, engaging in a stare-off with Voight.
“Jay, man.” Adam calls, forcing him to divert his gaze. “Go home, or to the hospital even. You need to rest.”
The rest of the unit nods in agreement and Jay scowls, getting up and grabbing his jacket before storming off the bullpen. He only stops once he’s in his truck, turning on the heating as he sits behind the wheel, staring at the road in front of him as he recalls what happened in the last 24 hours.
He turns the key and the truck comes to life as he pulls out of the parking space, only stopping in front of the familiar apartment building. He knows he’s probably going to regret what he’s doing, but he parks the truck and exits, locking it up before he heads towards the door.
He stops in front of the door, debating mentally if he really should do this or not before he finally knocks. He hears rustling on the inside before the door opens, revealing you in a set of fluffy pajamas wiping the sleep off your face. Your eyebrows furrow when your sight focuses on him and you can’t hide the hurt that flashes on your eyes; it makes his heart clench and his mind fill with regret.
“What are you doing here, Jay?” Your voice is raspy and sounds tired, and he kicks himself mentally: he probably woke you up when he knocked. “Is everything ok?”
“I know I shouldn’t be here, but I had to say I’m sorry.” He blurts out, making you blink a couple of times in confusion. “I shouldn’t have acted the way I did the other day, I was stupid, I’m sorry. If it got you in any trouble with Carl tell me and I’ll talk to him, it was my fault-”
“Carl and I broke up.” You cut him off, your voice neutral as if you are stating that the sky is blue. “Nothing to do with what happened between us. He had been cheating on me for a while.”
“What?” It’s his turn to be confused. “Carl cheated on you? On what grounds?”
You open the door a little wider and step aside, gesturing at him to come inside. He enters and shrugs off his jacket, hanging it in the coatrack next to yours.
“Want coffee, tea?” You offer, going into the kitchen. He promptly follows you.
“Coffee would be nice, haven’t slept since yesterday.” He sighs, looking at you as you calmly prepare the coffee machine to brew a fresh pot.
“He cheated on me on the grounds that he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life with a veteran who became a firefighter and who risks her life on the job. You know, the usual.” You say, shrugging as you grab a mug from the cabinet. Jay feels like his mouth is hanging open when you turn back around, a conformed look on your face.
“That makes no sense, why didn’t he just talk to you?” He cringes as he hears the shock on his voice. You shrug again, pouring the freshly made coffee into the mug and giving it to him.
“Ask him, I sure as hell didn’t ask for an explanation. I told him to get his stuff, gave him the ring back and sent him on his way.”
“It was the best thing you could have done.” He says, noticing how you’re examining his face. “What?”
“Did you clean that cut on your forehead?” You ask, crossing your arms. “It doesn’t look too good.”
“I kind of denied medical care.” He says, making your eyebrows shoot up before scrunching down again.
“Are you out of your mind?” You almost shriek, stalking out of the kitchen and returning with a first-aid kit. “You should be more careful, and not deny medical care.”
You grab a gauze strip and pour some of the antiseptic solution on it before wiping his wound gently, inspecting it up-close before stepping away.
“They tested if I had any anthrax on me and when it came back negative, I walked. It’s just a few bruises on the ribs and that cut.” He says, making her huff.
“Show me the bruises.” You command, your face hardening when he just stares at you. “Halstead, show me the bruises. It could be something more than simple bruising, you can have cracked or even broken ribs.”
“I’ve had five of those before, and I’m fine.”
“I’m pretty sure that you had proper medical care too, or else you wouldn’t be.” You grumble, crossing your arms. “I’m waiting.”
Jay sighs as he removes his shirt, goosebumps forming on his skin as the cold air hits him. You scrunch your nose as you see the bruises marking his chest, your fingers brushing lightly against his skin as you examine him.
“Halstead!” Your voice is slightly panicked when you see him and the rest of the reckon team come back with blood on their uniforms and bruises and cuts on their faces. He’s limping, supported by another Ranger that looks like he could use some help, so you rush forward and grab Jay from the other side, easing him onto your shoulders and carrying some of his weight. “What happened?”
“We found some friends during the reckon.” A Ranger replies, shrugging. “Nothing we couldn’t handle, ultimately.”
You walk Jay to the barracks, helping him sit on his bed before you kneel in front of him, examining his face.
“I’m fine.” He says sweetly, grabbing your hands. “It’s just some bruising.”
“Are you sure?” You ask, your eyes scanning his face. He nods, one of his hands leaving yours to gently cup your cheek.
“I’m fine, sweetheart.” He grins at you. “With all our plans now, do you really think I’m going to let some bruises get in the way of making a life with you?”
“Do you experience any shortness of breath or severe pain when breathing?” You ask, tracing one of his lower ribs in an attempt to feel for a crack and snapping him out of his flashback. “Did anything make a cracking noise?”
“No to everything. It hurts if you press on them, as bruises usually do.” He sasses, hissing when you poke one finger into a bruise with an unamused expression.
“Who would’ve thought!” You say sarcastically, turning back to the little pouch and taking a tube of cream out, unscrewing the cap before squeezing some onto your palm. “This is a very specific balm that helps bruises drain faster. It was my best friend during the academy and some of the harder weeks on the job.”
You gently massage it into his bruises, one by one until they are all covered in a thin layer of cream and the room smells lightly of menthol. You notice how he’s still freckled, but also how the number of scars on him has increased. You screw the cap back in and hand him the tube.
“It’s ok, I don’t need it.” He tries to argue as you turn your back to him and gather the rest of the things back into the bag, zipping it up.
“Take it, Jay.” You say, taking the bag back to the bathroom.
You stop by the kitchen window on your way back, watching the road and prompting Jay to get up and do the same. He stands right behind you, shirt still on his hand as you both watch the black SUV parked behind Jay’s truck. You move quickly, slipping on some shoes and grabbing your gun from under the kitchen island, noticing how Jay’s eyebrows rise in surprise.
Words: 1353 Warnings: Canonical violence, probably a poorly written response about hazmat shit A/N: I’m sorry for taking so long guys! I’m starting a new job and shit’s chaotic right now :(
You’re nursing a cup of coffee when Chief Boden comes in the mess hall, a grave look plastered on his face. He’s not even fully stopped before he starts talking.
“Everyone, get to your rigs!” He shouts, prompting everyone to stop and drop what they are doing to rush to the floor with him rushing after you. “Sergeant Voight called me, they found hazardous material on a scene and need our help securing it. CDC is meeting us there. Make sure you’re airtight, as far as we know, we’re dealing with anthrax.”
Your blood runs cold, but you put on your turnout coat and grab your helmet before rushing inside the Squad’s rig seconds before Tony floors it out of the firehouse.
“Something went sour and part of the building is on fire.” Boden’s voice comes through the radio. “It’s not the room with the anthrax, but Squad, as soon as you hit the scene, get inside, get everyone out, try to secure the anthrax and make sure the fire doesn’t reach it. Engine, you’re backing up Squad with fire suppression, and Truck is fighting the fire directly. Ambo will be on stand-by for potential victims.”
You arrive to the scene and find several police cars stopped in the middle of the road. You and Severide exit the rig before it comes to a complete stop, securing your SCBAs and grabbing halligans before you run towards the building, Capp and Cruz hot on your trail as Tony secures the rig.
“(Y/L/N), with me on the left.” Severide calls out. “Capp, Cruz, Tony, take the right. Open radios, everyone.”
You quickly flick the dial on your radio, almost immediately hearing Chief’s voice coming through.
“We don’t have an exact location on the room the anthrax is in, but it’s in the general area that Squad is in right now. Intelligence will also be on this channel, as you may encounter some perps still inside and they’ll help you.”
“Chief, with all due respect, but I think Intelligence coming in is not a good decision, no matter what.” You say, busting down a door and finding an empty room, moving on to the next one. “They don’t have the adequate gear to deal with a possible anthrax outbreak, they could be needlessly contaminated. I’ve seen what anthrax does to people without the adequate gear, and it’s not pretty.”
“Is this the same firefighter that found the bodies?” You hear Voight’s gruff voice coming through the radio.
“That would be me indeed, Sergeant.” You reply. “Other than being Squad and having training in dealing with hazmat, I’m a former Staff Sergeant in the Navy with three tours under my belt. I’ve dealt with this before. How long until the Haz-Mat Unit, Chief?”
“They’re on route. Keep on working until then, and keep your eyes peeled. Be careful.” Boden’s voice sounds concerned, and you knock down another door, finding yet another empty room. A loud crash diverts your attention to the hallway and you rush out of the room, finding Severide leaning against the wall as 3 men run away. You lock eyes with the lankier man, the look on his face making your stomach churn. He winks at you before he disappears through a side door.
“Severide!” You call out, rushing to him and checking the integrity of his turnout and SCBA. “What was that!?”
“They were in the last room I checked. The anthrax is there two, along with your… friend.”
“My friend?” You mutter, watching as Cruz and Capp go inside the room Severide was in and bring out a bloodied man. Your heart sinks, worry settling on your chest. “Oh God.”
“Brett, we need a gurney!” Cruz calls out into the radio as the three of them move down the hallway.
You, Severide and Tony are dousing the barrels of anthrax with water and sand in an effort to keep the barrels from burning as the Engine crew douses the surrounding rooms when the radio comes to life.
“Get away from the anthrax!” Casey’s voice comes through, sounding stressed. “Part of the fire is leaking into a gas tank and it’s going to blow!”
You rush out of the room, pushing Tony and Severide ahead of you into the hallway, closing the door behind you in a mute effort to stop anything from getting into the barrels before rushing down the hallway.
The blast wave knocks you all down and you scramble to get up, your mind reeling out of control. You manage to get on your feet and urge everyone else to do so as well, helping Severide get up and out, supporting him. You notice everyone else up and moving, sighing in relief, but the clench in your heart doesn’t relent.
You make it outside, finding the H.I.T. crew with a decontamination circuit ready for you.
“Squad, Engine, don’t touch anyone who wasn’t inside with you, we don’t want to risk any possible cross-contaminations.” A man calls out, pointing at the decontamination circuit. “You will all go through there with your full gear, as you are wearing it now.”
You slowly move through the decontamination circuit, removing your helmet and SCBA after they’re decontaminated and sighing in relief, wiping your hair off your forehead. You see Stella rushing towards Severide once he’s out of the circuit and smile to yourself; at least your best friend has a good relationship with her boyfriend.
You grab your gear and head off to the Squad rig, hanging the coat on the door to finish drying, slumping against the side of the truck and taking a deep breath. You see Boden and Voight coming towards you through the corner of your eyes and curse internally, realising maybe you shouldn’t have talked to Voight the way you did. You peel yourself from the rig once the two men are in front of you, holding up a finger before they start talking.
“Let me just say something before you guys start.” You ask, seeing Boden nod and Voight cross his arms. You turn to the Sergeant. “I’m sorry if I was out of line, but I think you understand I was acting in everyone’s best interest. It probably cost you your suspect, but I think that having a team that’s not fighting for their life from anthrax poisoning is better. And if they had come in and accidentally shot one of the barrels, we surely wouldn’t be here and having this conversation.”
“I understand.” Voight says, giving you a curt nod. “I wasn’t thinking as straight as I should have been, but I had a man trapped inside and just wanted him out, and for the people that got him there to pay.”
“Trust me, I understand the feeling.” You say, giving him a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. He nods, clapping your shoulder before he goes back to his unit, and you make eye contact with a short woman, pale, with brown straight hair. Her face is hardened, probably from everything that she has seen during her time as a cop, but her eyes are kind and understanding. Her lips are pressed in a straight line and you’re confused as to why she’s looking at you like that, but Stella jumping onto your arms distracts you from her.
“Are you ok?” She asks, grabbing your face and inspecting you, making you laugh.
“I’m fine, Stella. Weren’t you examining Severide?” You ask, raising a brow and smirking.
“I’ll examine him better later.” She says, winking and making you laugh. “But seriously, are you ok?”
“I’m ok, trust me.” You smile at her and she nods, resting her hands on your shoulders.
“I should be thanking you, so thanks.”
“What do you mean?”
“Severide told me you got him out.”
“Oh, no, it’s not like that, he was just having some difficulties with regaining his footing and I helped him. It was nothing.”
“(Y/N/N), seriously. Thank you.”
“Stells, cut it. I’ll accept those thanks when you come by my apartment again to finish the rest of the booze.” You laugh, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the conversation.
Hey girl! Would you mind doing another Jay Halstead pr maybe Jesse Lee Soffer imagine/one shot*? Maybe being the hidden girlfriend? Thanks hun!
Words: 2147 Warnings: Kidnapping, torture, canonical violence Pairing: Jay Halstead x Officer!Reader A/N: This ask has two viable one shots, actually. I did this one now, but I’ll probably pick up the JLS sometime in the future. Hope you like it, hun!
Deep down, both of you knew this day would come. The day when Voight barked out to bring a uniform up for an undercover stint, and the Intelligence member brought you up.
Jay tries to interfere and go with Adam as he goes to get one of the officers down at the lobby, but Voight quickly shuts him down, remembering him that Adam knew the suspect’s type better than Jay. His jaw clenches and his hands close into fists as Adam goes down the stairs, already knowing you are going to be the one he brings up.
The two of you have been dating for a few months, and Jay liked having you to himself. By hiding your relationship, not only are the two of you not in the public eye for dating each other - the last thing you need is someone calling you a badge bunny and saying you’re sleeping with Jay to climb the hierarchy - but you are also out of the line of immediate danger that comes with dating a law enforcement agent, inevitably becoming a target.
At first, Jay wasn’t very keen on the idea of you: a new cop with shiny eyes and hope in the world; he knew you would be shattered by the job, and he didn’t want to watch it. But then he started warming up to you. He couldn’t pin down what you had done exactly, if it was how you refused to drop your kindness with Platt, or how you could offer an input that he hadn’t seen, or how you would charge in, gun in hand with unwavering intent when someone’s life was at risk… it was probably how you didn’t try to take pity in him or treat him like a baby when you saw him having a particularly nasty flashback that made him freeze in the middle of the locker room. You had just grabbed his hands in yours and gently coaxed him out, giving him the visual help of the “Chicago Police Department” badge on your vest - you would never know how much it meant to him.
He had seen your determination falter over the time, but he always tried to make you get back up on the positivity horse; secretly, it kept him going too, the idea that someone could see so much good in the world and still believe in the best possible outcome. It was something rare and precious, in your line of work.
So, when Adam comes back to the bullpen with you in tow, Jay feels like punching him. He feels like going out on a solo manhunt and face the consequences of it, if it means that you won’t be brought into this case. But he watches you walk into Voight’s office and nod after the Sergeant explains what he called you up for. He knows that you would never refuse the opportunity to help other people - that’s why you had become an officer in the first place.
He sits in his chair, resigned, as he watches you and Voight leave the office.
“So, officer (Y/L/N) will go undercover as an immigrant that needs help getting the rest of her family inside, no matter the cost.” Voight says, pointing at the board. The pictures of 7 women are pinned in, their faces stuck in an eery, eternal smile, unknowing of the atrocities that committed against them. All they wanted was to give their families a better life.
Jay meets you in the locker room after he makes sure that no one saw the two of you entering, and crosses his arms.
“There’s no chance I’m talking you out of this, is there?” He asks, his voice small and defeated. You turn back, already wearing your civilian clothes, and give him a reassuring smile as you lay your hands atop his forearms.
“I’m a good cop, and this will be over quickly.” You say, lightly rubbing his arms. “It has to be done, they can’t keep killing these women.”
“What if something happens?” He asks, his brows furrowed - you don’t quite grasp the seriousness and danger of this, and it worries him deeply. “It’s more dangerous than you think.”
“Jay… I’ve been a cop in Chicago for a while. A beat cop. I’m cussed at and thrown things at for existing. There, I’m going to be a girl that they’re going to underestimate. The only way this can go wrong is if they figure out I’m a cop, and that’s a risk every undercover takes, and that you have also taken several times.” You grab his face. “It’s going to be ok.”
-
Unintentionally, you had jinxed yourself in your conversation with Jay. Not in a thousand years would you have thought that the measly drug dealer you arrested a couple weeks ago would be involved with a human trafficking ring, and when he saw you, you knew it was over. He shouted to everyone how you were a “pig”, how you were there to arrest them all. You had stood your ground, unwavering, claiming you had never seen him before in your life and had no idea what he was blabbering about, but no one bought it. They ganged up on you and you knew that resistance was futile and would only hurt you further.
And now, 3 days later, here you are. Bruised, bloody, sweaty, laying on the cement floor of an abandoned warehouse somewhere by the river, in between torture sessions. The big boss doesn’t know who you work for - all he knows is that you’re with law enforcement. He’s too paranoid and knows that CPD isn’t the only one after him, and even though he knows you’re CPD, he has no idea if you’re working directly for them or if you’ve been “scouted” by a bigger agency.
Your mind rarely leaves your memories of Jay, trying to isolate and disassociate yourself from the prodding metal and angry fists connecting with the several different parts of your body. A small part of you hangs on to hope that Jay and the rest of Intelligence are coming for you, but the bigger part tells you that they either won’t make it in time, or that they think you’re already dead.
The footsteps in the hallway drag you out of your thoughts and you raise bloodshot eyes to glare at the grunt in front of you. He hastily pulls you up by one arm and drags you into another room, different from the one you had been beaten in. There’s a hook hanging from the ceiling, but there’s also a chair and some blades arranged neatly by the chair. The thing that jumps at you is the camera standing in the corner of the room, hooked to a computer, and aimed at the hook and chair. The grunt stands with you by the door as the boss walks into the room, walking with his usual swagger towards the camera.
“Since I don’t know who my little toy is working for, here’s what is going on: to whom it may concern, this bitch is at my mercy, and either her employer comes forward, or I’m going to kill her.” He says darkly as the grunt drags you into further inside, near the hook.
You put on your best brave face as he hangs you in the hook by the bindings on your wrists. Your shoulders scream at you but you refuse to show pain. The boss sits on the chair next to you and the grunt leaves, making it just the two of you in the room. He grabs a small, yet sharp blade from the assortment and turns to you, smirking darkly.
“So, I’ll ask you again. Who are you working for?"
"Your mom.” You spit at him, biting your tongue to not cry out when the blade cuts across the skin in your stomach.
-
The mug in Jay’s hand hits the floor the second he sees the screen of his computer taken over by a video of a dark, grimy room, with you hanging from a hook and a slimy-looking guy in a suit passing around you with a large blade in hand.
He knew to fear something bad when they stopped getting the daily debriefs from you, but part of him had been influenced by you into thinking it was the best-case scenario: maybe you had gone deep to the point of not being able to contact them, but were about to resurface with enough evidence to nail every single interferent in the trafficking ring. He feels his heart sink to his stomach and his legs threaten to give out as his gaze fixates on the screen. Your face is bloody and bruised, along with the rest of your body, but your expression is one of stubbornness; whatever the guy is asking of you, you’re not complying.
“This would all be over much quicker if you told me who you’re working for.” The guy snarks, and your expression remains unchanging.
“We both know you’re going to kill me either way, just get it over with. Besides, I already told you I’m working for your mom.” His fist connects with your ribs and you give out a pained chuckle. Jay’s fists close up as anger begins to boil and cloud his head. “Or maybe for Brutus over there. Maybe you’re his Ceasar, and he’s waiting for the right chance to stab you in the back thirty times. Now seems like a good time, Brutus.”
Voight bolts out of his office, vest on one hand, and a post-it note on the other.
“A contact of mine got me an address. Let’s role.” He barks out sternly. Jay bolts out behind him and the whole team gets in the armory, putting on their vests and grabbing their choice of weapon before getting into the cars and driving towards the address Voight’s contact had given him.
Jay checks his three guns yet again: one Glock 19 in his hip holster, one Glock 17 in his thigh holster, and an AK-47 in his hand. He knows every moment from breach is going to count, and the longer they take to get to you, the worse the outcome can be.
The car comes to a stop and he turns off the security in the AK, rolling his shoulders as he steps out of the car and stealths towards one of the entrances. He peeks through a window, seeing two grunts. He gestures what he saw towards the rest of the team and prepares for breach, kicking in the door when Voight says so.
He feels the adrenaline coursing through his veins and doesn’t stop until he’s passed the guarded area. The hallways are silent and he strains his ears, trying to pick up something, anything that will guide him to you.
In the room, you’re still dangling from the ceiling when the loud noises snap the guy from yet another monologue about how it would be easier for you to just give up and blah blah blah. Honestly, you had started to tune out the moment he opened his mouth, already knowing some variation of what was about to leave his lips.
“Go check out whatever that was!” He barks at the grunt, making you focus on the door as the other man exits through it. Before you realize what’s happening, a shot rings out and the grunt falls back into the room, making the boss jump in fright. You see Jay slowly stepping over the body, AK steadily trained on the suited guy standing by your legs.
“If you move another inch, I’m blowing your brains out.” Jay growls out as the other man tries to reach for the gun on the chair. “My finger is feeling very, very trigger-happy, and I just need you to give me a reason to give it what it wants.”
You feel tears prickling at your eyes, both of joy and of pent up frustration and fear, flinching when you see the man moving towards his gun and Jay delivering a clean shot to his chest, dropping him to the floor instantly.
The AK hits the floor with a clatter before Jay rushes to you, unhooking you and lowering you to the floor before wrapping you in a bear hug. You feel yourself starting to sob as you hide your face on his neck, relishing in the feeling of being wrapped by Jay and his scent surrounding you.
“I would die happy if I died like this.” You mutter into his neck, feeling him chuckle as he pulls away.
“You’re not dying anytime soon, I’ll waltz in and save you every time.” Jay says, retrieving his AK and slinging it over his chest before he picks you up. “Let’s get you home, yeah?”
“Talk to me, Halstead.” Kim presses as she notices the distraught look on his face, shifting in the car seat. He looks at her briefly before looking back at the warehouse they’re staking out.
“What do you expect me to talk about?” He asks curtly, snapping some photos of a couple of suspicious looking guys that exit the warehouse.
“About whatever is on your mind, because you’re clearly not yourself today.”
“I’m fine, Kim.” He mutters, this time capturing pictures of a van that’s entering the warehouse. “Can we focus on this stakeout, please?”
“For someone who’s supposed to go undercover and be convincing, you’re shit at lying.” She rants, crossing her arms. Jay turns, looking at her like she had just had the most brilliant idea ever.
“Undercover!” He exclaims, pulling out his phone and calling Voight. “Boss, I have an idea about how we can crack the case.”
-
The next day he finds himself regretting his decision. They suspected it was just some relatively harmless arms dealing, but when Jay finally earned the ringleader’s trust to get into his house and see the massive network of underground tunnels and bunkers, he quickly realized there had to be something else going on.
“Should I invest in one of those?” Jay half-jokes, pointing at the bunkers. The ringleader, Eric, turns to Jay and gives him an unsettling grin.
Eric is scrawny and pale, his eyes bug out of his skull and are glazed more often than not, making his stare disturbing; Jay finds himself on the receiving end of that stare too many times to his taste.
“If you value surviving, probably. But we still have some empty bunkers, you can claim one for yourself.” Eric’s grin grows wider when he notices the confusion on Jay’s face. “Let’s just say we do business with more than one kind of weapons.”
Every siren in Jay’s mind goes off with that sentence: Eric deals biological weapons. Jay gives him a nod, wrecking his mind for an excuse to leave and contact the rest of Intelligence.
“Maybe I could just skip town, no?” Jay suggests, shrugging. “I don’t do well in closed spaces.”
Eric raises a brow at him, smirking.
“In that case, you should skip the state.” The scrawny man says, laughing.
“And when is that going to happen? To book a way to bail.” Jay says, eyeing the man in search of a sign that he’s getting suspicious but not finding any.
“Some time in the next month. The December snow won’t be white this year.”
Jay gets goosebumps from Eric’s laugh, quietly pressing the volume key on his phone the way Mouse programmed it to ring a fake call. A few seconds later the ringtone floods the empty room and Jay excuses himself, exiting the room to take the “call”. Upon returning, he gives Eric a bullshit excuse about how one of his shipments got busted at the borders and he must go and find a way to bail his courier.
Jay doesn’t notice the way Eric frowns as he turns his back on him, or how he grabs his phone and sends a text to one of his contacts.
Jay rushes into a deserted alley, spotting the surveillance truck on the other side of the street. Adam meets him in the alley, disguised as a homeless man.
“You look spooked.” Adam comments as they move further down the alley to avoid prying eyes.
“They’re also moving bioweapons.” Jay blurts, watching as Adam’s eyes go wide. “Yeah, and apparently, they’re doing something next month, statewide.”
“Does he have any other warehouse or anything of the sort? Something off the records?”
“Not that I know of, but I’ve only been in his ring for a day. He wouldn’t tell me about a bioweapon stash just like that.” Jay sighs. “I’m going to press for it later today after I ‘deal’ with my courier.”
“Take this.” Adam says, slipping him a small ceramic blade. “There’s a tracker and a bug embedded in the hilt, and Voight said the stress word is ‘Marine’. We’ll be as close to you as we can.”
Jay stalls for a bit, eventually sending Eric a text through his undercover phone about how the courier thing took longer than expected and that he’ll go back to meet with him tomorrow.
He can’t really sleep, not only due to the noise provided by the bad neighborhood his undercover apartment was in, but mostly due to fear and nerves about the assignment. He isn’t one to feel like this often, but when it comes to something he can’t quite control, he feels uneasy.
His mind betrays him and drifts to you and your kiss. He knows it was wrong, but it felt so right; it felt like you connected most of the broken pieces that litter his heart. But you’re engaged, and not even the fact that you’re having second thoughts makes it ok for him to kiss you or try to take you away from Carl.
Clearly, Carl had been there when Jay couldn’t, when Jay didn’t even remember you existed, and he has to accept it, has to accept that even though he found a lost part of himself in you, you’re out of reach; and even if you were within reach, he had been through a lot with his recovery from Deft Hawk, his time as a Detective, and Erin, and it would be unfair to dump all of that on top of a woman that clearly already had more than enough to deal with on her own.
He drifts off to sleep with thoughts of you and wonders of what relationship you really had during your deployment.
The second he steps into the warehouse in the morning, a blunt instrument meets the back of his head and he crumbles to the floor. When he comes to, there’s a black bag on his head and he can feel his arms restrained behind his back. He feels the small ceramic blade resting against his calf, cursing inwardly for putting it out of his reach.
He hears steps coming towards him and tenses up as the bag is removed, revealing Eric standing in front of him with a disapproving look on his face.
“Did you really think you were going to trick me, Detective Halstead?” Eric spits as Jay looks around, noticing the several barrels surrounding them on the small room.
“No, not really. I just hoped to stall you enough to get evidence on you.” Jay remarks, earning a punch by one of Eric’s goons. He feels the metallic taste of blood in his mouth and spits it out before looking back at Eric. “This is your bio stash, huh? Anthrax?”
“What leads you to believe that?” Eric snarls, unintentionally letting Jay know he’s right.
“Well, I don’t have to be a specialized marine to get that those barrels are hazardous.” He says, silently praying that his team would get the message.
Can you do 39 “Well, my sibling never told me they worked with someone so attractive” with Ruzek’s sister and you can pick who you want to write it with.
Words: 1126 Warnings: None Pairing: Kevin Atwater x Ruzek!Reader A/N: Hope you like it, hun!
You waltz into the 21st Precinct, a spring in your step and a smile plastered on your face. The stony-faced woman behind the front desk stares you down, a scowl on her face, and her silver hair in a low ponytail. You slowly approach her, unable to hide your smile and grasping the strap of your purse.
“Hi!” You say, earning a scowl from the woman as she looks at you from above her glasses. “I’m here to see Adam Ruzek? I’m his sister, (Y/N) Ruzek.”
“And how is that my problem?” She snaps, making you blink twice in shock.
“It’s not, but I was wondering if you could help me, maybe?” You say, raising your brows hopefully.
She points behind you and you hear a buzz, turning around to see your brother come out of a cage-looking structure around a staircase. You wave excitedly at him and he laughs, opening his arms as you hop to him for a hug.
“You weren’t supposed to arrive so early!” He says, pulling away from the hug. “You could have called, I would have gone and picked you up.”
“I got an Uber, it’s no biggie. You’re here doing some big-shot police work, I couldn’t bring myself to pull you away from it.” You say, hearing a scoff come from the silver-haired woman behind the desk.
“He’s not a big-shot, hun.” She says, not even looking up from the forms on the table. You chuckle and turn back to him, seeing the sheepish look on his face.
“Thanks, Sergeant Platt. Ever so kind to me.” He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. “How’s the business treating you?”
“I got my own office now, it’s really nice. I feel like I’m actually helping people.” You say, grinning. “All those years slaving away at psychology textbooks paid off, finally.”
“That’s great!” He says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you to him. “Want to come upstairs and meet the rest of the guys?”
You nod and he guides you to the small cage-like thing in the staircase.
“What’s this all about?” You ask, gesturing at the metal structure as he scans his palm and the door buzzes open. “You’re in a police station, this seems like overkill.”
“I don’t know either.” He admits, letting you through before closing the door behind the two of you. “But let’s go up so you can meet everyone, I was just about to get out to have some lunch anyway, you can meet them real quick before we go out and eat.”
“Sounds good to me!” You say, smiling as the two of you climb the stairs. He goes in front of you and pulls you behind him, quickly positioning you in sight for the whole team.
“Hey, guys!” He says, gathering the attention of everyone in the room. “This is my sister, (Y/N).”
You give a shy wave to everyone, bouncing on the balls of your feet as everyone looks at you. The two women in the team are the first to move forward to you, extending their hands.
“Hi, I’m Kim!” The paler woman says, and you narrow your eyes slightly.
“You look familiar.” You reply, cocking your head as she blushes.
“Yeah, Adam and I used to date…” She admits, making you gasp as you grab her hands.
“I’m sorry! I’m happy that you ditched him, he’s a pain in the ass.” You say, making her laugh as an offended huff sounds out behind you. The tanner woman outstretches her arm and you shake her hand, smiling at her.
“I’m Vanessa.” She says, a tight smile on her face.
“Nice to meet you, Vanessa.” You say, turning as the two women stand to the side and being replaced with three men. The oldest one intimidates you with the way he stares you down while you greet the light-eyed man.
“I’m Jay.” He says, giving you a small smile that you return. The older man outstretches his hand and gives yours a firm handshake, and you hope you’re being able to hide the uneasiness you’re feeling.
“Hank Voight.” He says curtly, making you only nod as you shake his hand back.
“It’s a pleasure.” You manage to mumble before he steps away, turning to look at your brother with wide eyes before turning back, doing a doubletake when you see the man in front of you. “Oh wow.”
You turn about 20 different shades of blushing when you realize that you said it out loud, the hysterical cackle coming from your brother eliciting even more embarrassment. The man has a couple of inches on your brother, making him the tallest person in the room; his width matches his height, his hair and beard are neatly trimmed and groomed, and the grin he throws at you makes your knees turn to jelly.
“I’m Kevin. Nice to meet you, Miss. And don’t mind Sergeant Voight, he’s always like that.” He says, gently shaking your hand.
“It’s doctor, actually.” Adam butts in, making you glare at him. “(Y/N) Ruzek, PhD in Psychology and Psychiatry, with her own office now!”
“Can you be any more embarrassing? I’m starting to think you take some sort of evil pleasure out of it.” You huff at him, poking your pointer finger in his chest before lowering your voice to a whisper. “Why didn’t you warn me about that hot piece of man right there?”
“What, Kevin?” He says loudly, smirking as you recoil like someone had just punched you in the stomach.
“Shut up Adam, I swear to God I’m going to kill your sorry ass.” You hiss, feeling the blood rushing up your neck and into your cheeks.
“He’s coming over. Own it.” The words barely leave his lips before you whip around and take a step back, ending up with your back against Adam’s arm and with barely two inches between you and Kevin.
“You guys called?” Kevin asks, and Adam nods towards you. If you had a hole nearby, you’d be hiding already.
“It’s just- ah- I- Well, er, Adam never told me he worked with someone so attractive.” You manage to choke out, mentally berating yourself for stuttering. Kevin blinks before he flashes you another dashing smile.
“I’m flattered to get that sort of compliment from someone like yourself, (Y/N).” He says, making you blush even further. “Say, do you have plans for later or would you be interested in going for a beer with me?”
“I’d love that.” You answer, feeling and hearing your brother beginning to argue before you elbow him in the stomach and make him double over, a sweet smile always plastered on your face as Kevin’s brows rise and he chuckles. “How does 8 work for you?”
Request:Hi there, can I get a Will Halstead imagine, please? Like when Will had just come home from New York and was offered a job at the ED and he’s late on his first day as he wasn’t taking it seriously and was thinking of just going back to NY but when he step foot into Med, he caught sight of the reader, the only girl he has ever loved but screwed things up with and suddenly he found his reason to stay. Thank you x
A/N: Hi!!! First of all I feel like I need to say that I think I’ve never struggle so much with a story before so sorry in advance if it kinda sucks, with that being said this story took me so long because I couldn’t figure out exactly what I wanted to do so I ended up kinda sticking to the original plot presented in the “I Am The Apocalypse” episode where he’s introduced. :/ Anyway, I hope you like it and thanks so much for reading
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He knew it had been a bad idea going out to have some drinks the night before his first day on a new job, the naked girl next to her who kept him awake most of the night proof enough of his mistake but truth to be told it wasn’t like he was too bothered about it either, it was only a job, a job he had accepted just for his brother Jay.
The water in the shower was already running cold but he stayed there thinking about his life, the reason he was now in Chicago and everything he has left behind in New York, he couldn’t believe how fast and how much his life had changed and how he truly wasn’t feeling excited about his new life, his purpose lost behind, yeah. of course this new job could be a great thing but honestly nothing was better than being a plastic surgeon in New York, that was action. Well, it didn’t matter, he wasn’t planning on staying much longer.
As he got out of the bathroom a couple minutes later he realized he was a bit late and he felt a little guilty about it but not enough to rush out the door, still taking his time to dress, prepare his bag and go to the kitchen to have some breakfast.
Stepping outside his room he came face to face with the girl from last night, a quick good morning kiss before she was lost once again in his bedroom.
Entering the kitchen he was faced with Jay pouring himself a cup of coffee, the space was tight but this was only temporary, in a couple days he would be back at New York and he would have his old place back.
“When do you have to be at work?” Jay asked.
“Ten minutes ago?” he answered faking to look at his watch.
“It’s your first day”
“Uh, first and last, as it turns out” he added nonchalantly while looking for some fresh milk in the refrigerator “Almond milk? You don’t have any regular milk in here?”
“You’re joking” said Jay with a blank face, making him turn around.
“No, I got to get back” he said, taking the milk out to pour some in his flask to add coffee then.
“To what? I thought the partners kicked you out of the practice”
“They did, but, now, this may come as a shock to you, there are other practices in New York City” Will answered with a bit of humor, Jay really seemed to not get it at all.
“Hey, how ‘bout, for once, you see something all the way through” Jay said in the same tone as him.
“Wow, you sound like the old man” he couldn’t stop himself from saying it,
“There it is” Jay sentenced not surprised at all, this wasn’t new “I mean, that is why you’re blowing back out of town, right?”
“What do you care?” Will finally let out, he had no right to tell him anything.
“Just give it a couple weeks, at least” Jay said now defeated while following him out the kitchen as Will kept taking his things to get going. “You never know”
“I got to go” he finished before watching his clock again and leaving out the door.
The way to the hospital wasn’t long but it did nothing to keep him from repeating the conversation over and over again in his head, if he didn’t get a headache from the night before, he definitely had one now. Why couldn’t Jay just let him go? Half of his life he had been away, what was the big problem now?
Stepping into the break room letting out a frustrated sigh he realized he wasn’t the only one there, some clattering noise coming from behind the fridge.
“When I took this job I didn’t know we did our own maintenance work” he said stepping closer to see who was it. A woman in her blue uniform working on the inside panel the fridge had at the bottom.
“I have a theory, Goodwin likes broken appliances ‘cause it means we have to spend more money at the vending machines” he heard muffled from his position but the voice had a familiar sound to it though he couldn’t figure where he had heard it before, a memory trying to make its way to the surface of his mind.
“The great vending machine conspiracy. You could get published in JAMA with that” he said playing along when suddenly a buzzing let them know the fridge was back to life. “Nice work” he added coming to the front to open the door and check it was actually working.
That’s when your form finally emerged from behind the fridge, now face to face you recognized each other, a million memories flashing to both your minds of your previous college romance, the most intense and passionate relationship either of you had ever had, never being able to feel the same ever again after that.
“Will?”
“(Y/N)?”
You both said in unison with the same shocked expression in both your faces but you were quicker to recover.
“What are you doing here? The last thing I knew about you was that you were leaving to Sudan” you questioned trying to put on a strong front and keep your feelings hidden, the pain of your break up coming back to surface after years of him being gone but you couldn’t stop yourself from asking, you needed to know if the reason he left you behind for had been at least worth it.
“Yes, I went to Sudan and worked there as a doctor, it was amazing but after a while I came back, well, not here but to New York, I’ve been living there since and I spent some time working as a plastic surgeon but it doesn’t matter, tell me about you, please, I haven’t see you in years” he said nostalgic, the realization of how much he had missed you downing in on him.
You two had dated during your time in college, your connection was almost instant and before you knew it you both were dating. the two of you inseparable for years until one day he came to your place with a box full of your stuff in his hands, he was leaving, not only you but the country too.
He said he needed something more, that he couldn’t stay stuck in Chicago and it was his time to finally be free and, of course, that included being free from a long distance relationship that eventually would be doomed to end, leaving you behind with so much emotions to deal with, anger, frustration, pain and hope because despite it all you loved him and you only wished the best for him, hoping for him to found the happiness he was looking for.
“Well it’s going to sound so boring in comparison but, as you can already tell, I stayed here, went straight from college to a hospital and I’ve been working my ass off to become a cardiothoracic surgeon, I’m almost there now” you said looking into his eyes, a shy smile coming to your face knowing he had been happy all these years like you had hoped.
“Hey, it’s not boring, this is what you always wanted, I’m proud of you, you followed your dream and now you’re living it” he said smiling softly at you, the same smile you had fallen in love so many years ago. Stepping forward he reached out to caress your cheek, the simple gesture still sending electroshocking pulses.
Clearing your throat you took a step back, his hand falling from your face.
“Yeah, I guess, it’s been good, anyway, I’m glad to see you again, as it seems we’re coworkers now and I’d love to keep catching up but I need to go, I have a patient that needs me” you said quickly before turning around and leaving, he couldn’t know how much his presence still affected you, he had left you behind, he couldn’t just like that came back into your life and pretend everything was alright or like it had been before because it wasn’t, you were different now and so was he, you needed to get to know eachother again before anything could happen again between you two, even if it was only a friendship.
As he saw you exiting the door only a thought came to his head, he now had his reason to stay in Chicago, you, he was going to get you back because there was no way he was willing to let go again of the only woman he ever loved.
Warnings:It talks a little about anxiety and a panic attack, not in a very graphic way, but still be careful when reading if you feel triggered by any of those topics. Also some angst.
Request:Hi, can I get a reader x Ethan Choi imagine, please? Something along the lines of Ethan Choi hooking up with Vicky, the VA doctor and him not being able to sleep and telling her he’s heading over to the reader’s place as the reader is the only one who can calm him and help him sleep which led to Ethan and Vicky to argue the next time she sees him. The ending is up to you. Thank you x
A/N: Hi!!! Thank you for your request and for waiting this long for me, I really appreciate it, this is my first time writing for Ethan so I hope I did some justice to your request. Thanks for reading and hope you like it
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Laying in bed he kept tossing and turning, sleep nowhere to be found as her body was in a peaceful slumber next to him.
He thought that after spending the night with Vicky everything would feel alright, all pieces fitting perfectly together, both understanding each other in such a profound level given the background they shared but as she rested next to him, her arm wrapped around his waist and her face nuzzled in his neck, he couldn’t stop feeling uneasy, an anxiety beginning to form intensely in his chest and quickly spreading inside him, something was wrong and he didn’t know what it was.
That’s when your face popped into his mind, the image clear and welcoming leaving him with a warm sensation, he needed to see you. You had been friends for a long time now and you always had make him feel better, you always had been a constant in his life and he knew you were the only one who could help him in a moment like that.
Quickly he stood up, the sudden move waking Vicky up leaving her confused.
“Ethan? Where are you going?” she asked rubbing her eyes when she noticed him putting in some pants and a hoodie.
“Sorry Vicky, I gotta go, I need to go see (Y/N)” he answered in a hurry tying his shoelaces, the thought of getting out of there more important in his mind that the conversation they were having.
“(Y/N)? The doctor? Why would you…” she started but it was too late, he was already rushing down the stairs and out the door leaving her confused, hurt and jealous among other things.
You stirred in your sleep, some knocking bringing you back to reality, you tried to ignore it but it only got louder.
Groaning you opened your eyes and stared at the red numbers of the digital clock in your bedside table, 12:55 staring back at you almost like mocking you, the first time you got to bed early in a long time and someone decided to pay you a late night visit.
Pushing the covers to the side you stood up lazily, ready to send away whoever was at your door at such hour.
“I’m coming!” you said almost reaching the door, turning the living room light on on your way.
Opening the door you were ready to give someone a not so friendly greeting when you were faced with Ethan’s distressed face, worry filling you quickly.
“Ethan? Oh my god, come in” you said stepping out of the way and grabbing his hand to pull him inside, the wet sensation under your hand turning your attention to his drenched clothes, you never noticed it rained until now.
“Stay here, give me a second” you told him before rushing to your bedroom to grab a fresh towel from the bathroom and some clothes he had left at your place a few weeks ago you spend the night together watching some movie marathon.
It was a common thing between you two to spend the night in each other’s place, watching movies or stupid tv shows until 3 a.m. and sleeping together after that if your shift started late or you had a free day, you had that kind of trust, so it was no surprise at all to find some Ethan’s old shirts at your place or some of your makeup in his bathroom.
“Take that off” you ordered as you sat him in the couch and started taking off his shoes and socks, both dripping wet. You had to warm him quickly or he would get sick.
“Change your clothes while I go look for some blankets, don’t worry, you’ll be fine”
You didn’t even wait for a response already gone and missing the soft small smile that started forming in his face, he felt at home with you and even if he was dripping wet and still felt agitated he started to feel a little better, your presence doing more for him that anything else, you tended to have that effect on him.
Once you made sure he was dry and comfortable in your couch you sat next to him, unsure of what to say.
“Ethan… what happened? Are you alright?” you softly whispered grabbing his hand in yours, it was still a little cold.
“I’m not sure” he finally let out after a long minute “I was at home with Vicky and everything seemed fine but suddenly I started getting anxious and I knew I had to come see you, I feel bad for leaving her alone but I didn’t know what else to do” you squeezed his hand as he spoke, you knew it wasn’t easy to talk about that kind of things.
“Would you like to talk about it?”
“The thing is I don’t even know what I should talk about, (Y/N), I don’t have any idea why I feel like this. Everything should be fine and I try to cope, but I can’t sleep…” he said looking in your eyes, his filled with unshed tears making you wonder how many sleepless nights he have had in the last month.
The vision was completely heartbreaking, such a strong brave man breaking slowly in front of you so you did what you knew made him feel better, you took him in your arms, his head resting in your neck as you stroke his back calmly, letting him know it was okay to let everything out.
You felt bad, he was your best friend and you had no idea of any of this, you thought that Vicky was the one for him, they were alike in so many ways but now you saw that you couldn’t been more wrong.
You stayed in the same position for a while, Ethan finding comfort in your embrace as he tried to even out his breathing, it felt fine to finally let some one know what had been going on and if he truly had to be honest with himself it was like a little part of him always knew that being with Vicky wasn’t right, your current position being more intimate than anything he had ever done with her.
All this time he had been fallen for you and neither one of you noticed it, the realization hitting him like a truck. Now it all made sense, that was the reason why you always felt like home, why he felt like himself with you and only you. How could he not know it sooner?
It took him a couple more minutes until he felt ready to separate from you, already missing the calmed sensation you emanated.
“I’m sorry for waking you up”
“It’s okay, do you feel better?”
“Yeah, a little” he said scratching the back of his neck and looking down, his new discovery making him feel nervous.
“Do you feel ready to go back to bed?”
“Let’s go” he said standing up afraid of feeling again the way he felt an hour ago but not wanting to keep you up any longer, tomorrow you both had to get to the hospital early.
As you were getting into bed you noticed Ethan hesitating a little so you quickly got comfortable to pat the spot beside you inviting him in.
It took him a second before accepting the invitation and crawling in with you so you immediately pull him closer to have his head resting on your chest. Quickly your hand went to his head to stroke his hair like your mom used to do to you when you were little and you were afraid of thunderstorms, that seemed to help him relax and no longer than 15 minutes later he was sound asleep next to you, you were happy he could finally have some decent night sleep.
The next morning came faster than you would’ve liked but spending time with Ethan was always fun as you got ready to go to the hospital.
The night before had been by far the best of the month for him and even when you have had barely 5 hours of sleep, you both felt fine, ready to face the day ahead as long as you were together to keep each other centered.
You arrived to the hospital just in time to start your shift, laughing and sharing a cup of coffee because of course he was going to say he didn’t need one and then regret it the moment you stepped out of your place.
As you got into the break room to put on your scrubs you heard someone clearing her throat behind you making you both turned around to find Vicky there, the tension immediately palpable in the room.
You finished getting ready and give a Ethan a reassuring palm on his back before leaving the room and closing the door behind you.
“Look Vicky, before you say anything I just want to apologize, last night I didn’t feel like myself but it’s no excuse at all to leave you like I did”
“You’re right, you shouldn’t have but instead of talking to me you just ran to her” she said motioning to the door you disappeared behind. “You just left me there like I didn’t mean anything for you”
“You know that’s not truth, you do mean something to me but I just think I can’t give you what you deserve”
“You think that or did she tell you that?” he tried to stay calm, they were still in a hospital and it wasn’t the right place to have an argument.
“She has nothing to do with this so leave her out of it, please, this is all me Vicky, I’m sorry, I really like you but I don’t think that’s enough, you deserve better, someone who can give you everything of him and I just realized I’m not that man” he insisted calmly, he didn’t want to hurt her anymore.
“I can’t believe that, Ethan, everything was just fine until she got in the way”
“No, this has nothing to do with her” he stated firmly.
“If that’s truth then look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel anything for her becauses this is it, you have to choose, her or me but you have to know that I won’t be living under her shadow”
“Then I guess that won’t be a problem” he said looking fiercely into her eyes “because I choose her”.
A/N: This is the last one for the day, tomorrow I will be posting much more 300 words drabbles for my 300 Followers Celebration and my 5 Years Celebration, hope you like it. Thanks so much for reading
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When your first received that call it was like everything just stopped for a second, your brain denying to believe what your ears were hearing, the voice on the other side losing all meaning after the first few words Will said: Jay’s been shot.
You took a moment to breath and close your eyes, focused on going back to reality and erase all bad thoughts out of your mind. He needed you to be strong, if you couldn’t get back to your best self you wouldn’t be of any help.
Swallowing the knot down your throat you put your phone back in your ear.
“Where is he? Is he with you?” you asked trying to remain calm and brave, already grabbing your car keys.
“Yes, he is getting into surgery”
“I’m on my way” you said hanging up.
Twenty minutes later you arrived at the ED.
“Will, is he going to be okay? I just need you to tell me the truth, how bad is it?” you asked when you reached him.
“It was bad” he said after a moment of surprise and hesitation “The bullet grazed an artery, he had severe blood loss but he arrived here just in time to get him to the OR, all is left to do is wait”
Waiting was definitely the worst, without knowing what was going inside, almost driving you crazy.
A few hours later you heard the sweetest words ever spoken, he was out of surgery, he was going to recover and he was asking for you.
“I thought I’ve lost you” you said as you entered his room, sitting next to him making sure you wouldn’t hurt him.
“Nah, it’s going to take more than this to get rid of me” he said smiling, he was going to be okay.
A/N: This one belongs to my 300 Follower Celebration and my 5 Years Celebration. Thanks so much for reading
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The night was going slowly, your place at the front of the restaurant as the hostess not being as interesting as other days, only a few older couples here and there going in to have a relaxed evening.
You looked at the clock for the seventh time in like 5 minutes and let a deep breath out, you knew you shouldn’t get your hopes high but it was too late for that.
When Will had told you that tonight was going to be a special night you got more than excited, your emotion only growing bigger when he asked you if you were going to work this day, your answer immediately being yes to let him know you would, in fact, be here but now you couldn’t wait to know what was particularly special about this thursday night.
Maybe he got a raise on his job and he wanted to celebrate it with you, maybe he was finally going to introduce you to some of his friends or to his brother or maybe he was finally going to ask you out on a date, the idea bringing a dreamy smile to your face.
The air coming from the open door brought you back to reality and you prepared yourself to receive whoever was walking in.
“Good night, welcome to Acadia” you said taking a couple menus from your station.
“Hey, (Y/N), it’s me” you suddenly heard Will’s voice, your head quickly raising to be faced with his beautiful smile.
“Will, I thought you weren’t coming anymore”
“I told you tonight was special, didn’t I? So table for two, please”
“Of course, is your brother coming?”
But before he got to say anything a beautiful brunette appeared next to him taking his hand in hers.
Request: Can you do a Connor Rhodes x reader where the reader is on squad and no one knows they’re dating cause they wanted to keep it on the down low and she comes into the ED hurt and Connor looses it?
A/N: Hi!!! I’m sorry it took me so long but it’s finally here! I gotta say, when this request appeared I was so excited and now I can say that I’m so happy with the final result, almost 12 pages!! Can you imagine? I have never wrote something so long but the ideas kept flowing and at the end I finished with this monster made out of more than 4K words Hope you like it as much as I do!!!
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Thanks for reading
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You woke up to the feeling of light traces on your back and a ray of light peeking through your curtains.
“How long you been awake?” you mumbled still with your eyes closed, savoring every second of this stolen moment.
“Maybe around twenty minutes, we should have closed your curtains a little better last night” he said in a low and husky voice, internally making you melt.
You loved moments like this, you and Connor, alone and tangled up in your bed just savoring each other’s company.
When you started dating, around six months ago, you decided it was best to keep it low key, a secret until you felt ready and stable enough to let the world know about the two of you, but, with the pass of time, you both found yourself very fond of keeping it all in private. You didn’t have to worry about noisy people or gossips everywhere you’d go.
Dating someone as important as Connor always brought along several consequences like living up to the Rhodes last name, being approved by his high – class father and being the object of jealousy of a bunch of other doctors and nurses who were constantly harboring a crush on the hottest cardiothoracic surgeon of the very prestigious Gaffney Chicago Medical Center and even when you were ready to deal with them all, truth to be told, along with avoiding all kind of uncomfortable situations, you wanted to keep as many memories and moments with him just for you.
Maybe it sounded a bit selfish but you already had to share him with the rest of the world when he was saving lives at the hospital so was it really too much to ask to just have a few moments with him now and then that only belonged to you two? You didn’t think so, especially not when you were finally getting ready to tell him you loved him.
You weren’t sure if 6 months were too soon or kinda late but neither of you had said it before because you both wanted to make sure it was truly how you felt when the time was right.
Just as you were about to ask him for 5 more minutes in such a blissful state, both your alarms started beeping, effectively breaking the quietness of the room and making you both groan, you weren’t ready.
“Time to go back to reality” he said stretching a little bit to get up.
“Do we really need to?” you pouted “I love having you here, just the two of us cuddling and watching a movie or cooking dinner or just talking”
“I love it too but we wouldn’t be able to afford half of that if we just stayed here” he said laughing a little bit and leaving a small kiss on your forehead before standing up. “Also, I know how much you love your job, being the only woman on squad 3”
“I hate it when you are right” you said now with a big smile, he was right, you were so proud of your job and how much you had accomplished, you were the only female on Rescue Squad 3 and one of the youngest to make it to the team, Kelly did it when he was 23, you were just a little bit behind with 25, it was really impressive.
30 minutes later you were both at your kitchen having some scrambled eggs, toasts and orange juice for breakfast, something “quick and light before going to save some lifes” as Connor liked to put it.
“So, will I see you tomorrow after your shift?” you asked
“Sorry, I can’t, my father wants to go have dinner, I don’t know what he wants but he says it’s important and I been trying to avoid it for a week now, I’ll just go so he stops calling me when I’m at the hospital”
“It’s okay, I’ll still have you all for myself this weekend” you said flashing him a big smile, you had waited for this weekend for almost a month when you made a reservation for a nice B&B outside Chicago just to celebrate your 7th month together far away from the chaotic life you both had.
“Just you and I” he finished before leaning to kiss you, sweet and slow but full of passion, it was amazing and it made you feel better about your decision, this weekend you were going to tell him you loved him.
You separated after a couple moments to take a breath before leaning your forehead against his, looking right into his eyes, taking in the silence of the morning and the man in front of you, your heart swelling with nothing but pure love and raw happiness, you never had felt like this before.
“Now I think I’m ready to go” you said smiling at him and pulling apart to take the dirty dishes to the sink.
“Well, that’s not fair because I’m the one who’s not ready now” he mentions while he stands up to go to you and hug you from behind, his arms sneaking around your waist.
“That’s a shame sir, because if we don’t go now we both will be late” you said playfully as you turned around in his arms to wrap yours around his neck. “So go grab your coat and let’s head out” you firmly stated leaving a peck on his jawline.
“Yes ma’am” he added before laughing a little and head to your door, you close behind him.
All the way to the parking lot of your building you joked around and enjoyed your last minutes together, his hand never leaving yours until you are in front of your car.
Before you could reach for the door, he grabbed your arm and turned you around to leave one final kiss in you lips, one hand on your waist, the other going directly to you cheek to deepen the kiss.
And just as sudden and fast it all happened, it ended leaving you breathless and a complete mess in front of him. He knew the effect he had on you and he loved to take advantage of that, so without any other word he opened your car door for you, gave you a final cocky smile and left to his car.
Frustrated you got into your car and closed your door, maybe a little bit harder than you should but making sure Connor heard before leaving the parking lot.
15 minutes later you were outside the firehouse getting ready to walk in to start your shift.
“Hey (Y/L/N), ready for another day on the job?” Kelly said from out your window.
“Hell, yeah!” You said as you stepped out your car and you locked it before heading inside with Kelly by your side telling you all about his latest date, him being one of your best friends.
The morning went by slowly, only a call around noon about a multiple car accident that needed the whole team to get the victims out of the wrecked cars but that had been all the action you have had all day, it wasn’t common to have days that quiet and it had everyone nervous about it, it was a bad sign.
You had spent most of the day playing around with the guys, chatting with the girls and beating the squad’s ass playing Monopoly, you had a bad feeling about this day in the pit of your stomach but you pushed it away and tried to enjoyed the free time with your friends.
The day was almost over, the night slowly coming down and you barely had started to relax when you heard the alarm went off letting you all know an apartment building had caught on fire and you were needed.
You all quickly suited up and drove to the fire as fast as you could, ready to face whatever was coming your way.
5 minutes later when you arrived, you knew you had been right all day long, this was bad. There was actually two buildings, 10 stories each and both on fire and for what you could see there was many people still inside.
Immediately Kelly and Matt started shouting orders and organizing everyone to go inside on a primary search, still unaware of how many people was actually inside and under what conditions, the fire growing with every second.
As soon as the squad got into the first building, Capp and Tony stayed on the first floor and you followed Severide to the second floor.
“Fire Department! Call out!” you yelled going into the first apartment, quickly making your way through all the rooms, all empty.
You went outside and met with Kelly on the hallway, him going into the third apartment and you entering the fourth were you were received with some coughing coming from the back.
“Fire Department! Call out!” you yelled again trying to figure out the origin of the sounds while making your way to the back.
“Help! I’m in the bathroom”
Running to the bathroom in the master bedroom you noticed that the ceiling was collapsing and the debris was blocking the door so you started to remove some of the bigger pieces and throwing them to the other side of the room, just enough to make room to open the door.
“Come with me” you yelled to the woman once you managed to open the door “keep your head down and do not take the wet cloth from your face, well done”
Once on the hallway you noticed Kelly guiding a family towards the stairs to exit the place when Capp called him, he needed some help on the third floor since Tony had taken a couple outside.
“Go, I got them” you yelled taking the hand of one of the members to guide them through the smoke.
Once you were all out you took a moment to change your oxygen tank while everyone was being treated by the multiple ambos waiting for the victims, all of a sudden you felt a tug on your arm and you turned around to see a crying woman in front of you, a teenager close behind her.
“Please, you gotta help, my baby is inside, I live in the 9B”
“Ma’am, you need to calm down, we are going to get him but you need to stay here”
“Please, help me!” she yelled.
“Brett!” you called Silvie “please, help me. Take care of her while I go inside for her baby”
Once the woman let you go and you made sure Silvie got her you ran inside straight to the third floor.
“Kelly, there’s a baby on the 9B, I’m going up”
“Wait for me! I’m coming with you” he said taking his hooligan with him “Capp, Tony, I’m going with (Y/L/N) to the ninth floor, we’ll make the search from top to bottom and we’ll meet at the middle”
“Okay, Lieutenant” they both replied before going into another apartment.
7 floors above you and Kelly splitted to each cover two apartments on the tenth floor, all being empty so you both descended to the ninth were you knew at least someone was in.
As Kelly took care of the 9A you knocked down the door to the 9B and went inside directly to the back were you could hear the baby crying. It was a relief knowing the baby was still alive.
You could see the fire was getting worse and you all really needed to hurry to take everyone out so the bomb could take charge of the building, there was just to many to do and just for a moment you let yourself get worry, maybe you weren’t enough.
You almost got lost in your train of thought when you suddenly heard Kelly calling for you.
“Back here, the baby seems okay but we need to take him out immediately”
“Go, I’ll finish the floor”
“No, you are faster, take the baby out and I’ll finish here, I’ll see you on the 8th” you said taking the baby and handing him to Kelly, his arms instantly taking the baby and putting him close to his body. You could see the hesitation on his face but you had no time for that “Go!! Now!! Take him out, I’ll be fine”
He knew he couldn’t argue with you so he handed you his hooligan and ran outside as fast as he could to leave the baby and get back to you, the same bad feeling everyone had the entire day settling on his stomach again.
Once you made sure the whole floor was empty you went down to the 8th, trying to move as fast as you could but making sure no one was left behind.
The flames were growing and you feared Boden was going to call you all out, that was one of the worst possible scenarios you could picture because it left you without any chance to save everyone.
Luckily, the 8th floor was empty, most of the doors already opened from when all the residents left and you could quickly moved to the 7th, only two more to go to be able to leave the building.
You met Kelly on the stairs, letting him know it was all clear from 10th to 8th so he could report back to Boden.
Once again you both separated, both knowing the routine you had to follow.
You were inside the 7B when you heard a loud noise above you, barely having enough time to look up before the ceiling collapsed over you, knocking you down and letting you unconscious.
Kelly had just left 7A when he heard the loud thump of the ceiling falling down, stopping in his tracks trying to figure out where the noise was coming from when he heard something ten times worse, your pass alarm signaling you hadn’t move in the last 20 seconds.
Running to the sound of the alarm beeping, he found you under a big pile of wrecked ceiling.
“Capp, Tony!” He yelled through his radio “I need backup on 7th, (Y/L/N) is down”
From where he was he could see it was bad, your leg trapped and your whole torso covered by a lot of wreckage. Starting to work to get you out as fast as possible he started to took the ceiling that was at the top to eventually get to you, two pairs of hands suddenly helping him.
They all moved around you, taking everything out as fast as they could in the limited time they had, a minute later only your leg left to be freed.
“Alright, lift that final piece over her leg so I can slide her out” Kelly instructed to the guys positioning himself above your head and grabbing your arms to pull you out.
It was heavy and Capp and Tony had to pushed a little harder to lift it enough for your leg to pass but a few seconds later it was over, each of them grabbing one of your legs to help Severide take you down were Silvie and Gabby were waiting for you to arrive.
Everyone was already outside, the truck had finished with the other building and the last two floors you had missed and the bomb was taking charge of the fire, all in silence wanting to know more about you but unable to enter to your rescue in case the weight was to much for the structure on fire.
It was a general relief when the squad came out through the door with you in their arms, setting you on the gurney and giving the girls space to work, they going in professionally to make sure you were properly treated, opening your suit and checking your vital signs.
They put a collar around your neck and immobilized your leg to transport you to the Med, getting help from Kelly to put you in the ambulance and hopping in to go with you, never leaving your hand.
After losing Shay, he swore he would do everything in his power to never lose anyone again, specially you, you had came when he most needed it and offered him a sincere friend, someone who never judged him and was with him through thick and thin.
“She’s going to be okay, Severide, we got her just in time” Gabby tried to assure him, knowing what was going through his mind.
She was about to say something else when your heart rate started to go wild on the monitor, catching her by surprise and making her jump to her feet immediately.
“Start CPR now!” She yelled to Kelly “I need to intube her, Brett hurry!” she said while taking the equipment she needed to make the procedure, completely focused on her task to put the ambu bag as fast as she could.
“I got in! How much longer, Brett?!” she asked worried.
“We’re two minutes away, they are waiting for us”
Once you arrived it was crazy, Gabby letting the doctors know of your situation, starting with possible ribs and right leg fractured as well as a dislocated shoulder, while April and Ethan started to wheel you into Trauma 1 on the ED, leaving Gabby, Silvie and Kelly outside.
Connor was just leaving the OR ready to take on another patient when he saw you, all bloody and unconscious being moved to a trauma room, his worst nightmare becoming a reality just in front of him.
“What happened?” he yelled going behind you ready to take action.
“The ceiling collapsed, Dawson and Brett just got her in” Ethan informed unaware of the real state Connor was in, trying to hide his emotions as best as he could. “We need some x - rays and maybe a CT scan to make sure there is no internal bleeding” he was going over the routinary examination when a single sound send shivers down Connor’s spine, a flat line on the monitor.
“She’s crashing, charge the defibrillator to 150 and send one epi in” he said as the nurses laid her completely down and started with chest compressions again.
“Charged to 150” April handed Ethan the defibrillator and applied some gel to it before he used it.
“Clear” he said before shocking you once and waiting for a second “No change, charge to 200”
Connor was watching the whole scene going unfold right before his eyes, the rage going through his veins faster than the team who was trying to bring you back to life. He turned for a moment to take a breath when he saw Kelly standing at the doors of the ED.
He wasn’t sure what controlled him but he went straight to Kelly and pushed him to the wall grabbing him by his collar, face to face and ready to fight him.
“You were supposed to take care of her! Where the hell were you when this happened?”
“What the hell?! Back off!” Kelly said pushing him back, as angry as him because he had no idea what he was going through “What the hell do you care?!”
By now, everyone’s eyes were on them, their voices the only sound of the room.
“What do I care?! She is my girlfriend, you idiot, and she trusted you with her life!” Connor replied, not caring anymore of your secret. Everyone stayed silent for a minute, the revelation causing a big shock among the presents, that’s when Connor realized something and all the anger faded away, leaving him all weak and desperate. “She is my girlfriend and I love her” he finally whispered “I can’t lose her… I can’t lose her, damn it!” his mood swings were insane, he didn’t really know how he felt, it was all mixed up, he was angry, sad, desperate, hopeless, stressed, it was all too much.
Just when Kelly was about to say something, the gurney from Trauma 1 was being wheeled out, a bunch of nurses, medical equipment and Dr. Choi behind it going straight to the OR yelling instructions to the whole team.
“What happened?” Connor ran behind them “What’s going on?”
“We need to take her to the OR, we got her back but she has some internal bleeding going on. We’ll take charge of the rest after we control it” Ethan said before the elevators doors closed.
He felt lost, he couldn’t do anything and it was killing him, stumbling he entered the break room and broke down on the couch, his hands to his face hiding the tears that wanted to spill from his eyes.
“She is going to be okay, she’s a fighter after all” Will said sitting next to him and patting his back.
“She better be because I don’t know who I am anymore without her” he said in a low voice, afraid it would break if he spoke louder.
“Why you never told us anything?”
“At first was we wanted to make sure it was the real thing, you know? But then she just loved the privacy of it all, having little dates on new places where it was only her and I and no one knew about us, the Med’s surgeon and the newest squad member, you know? She just wanted to keep it all away from our crazy lives and dangerous jobs” he finished letting out a sigh.
“It really sounds like her” Will added laughing a little “I don’t know her that well but we have talk a few times at Molly’s, she is so sweet and funny and so open all the time but it’s annoying because at the end of the night you still don’t know much about her. You’ll only know what she wants you to know” he said remembering the few nights you had spent with the whole ED team, having a beer and getting to know everyone.
Now it all made sense, you were getting to know the people who Connor worked with.
The sound of Connor’s laugh broke the silence for a moment, taking Will by surprise, it was just odd considering the state of the man just a few seconds ago.
“Yes, she is like that. You don’t know how much effort it took me to get her to say yes to a date, it was all worth it though” he laugh again, Will joining him this time “Will, she’s the most amazing woman ever and we’ve been together for the last 6 months and I’ve been the happiest man ever since we made it official. This weekend we were going somewhere special, you know? She had it all planned so we could go away for a couple days and just be away from the chaos of the city, she was so excited and now we won’t be able to go”
“Don’t worry, you’ll go, maybe not this weekend but I bet that in a month she will be good to go”
“You can’t promise me that”
“I can, I’m sure of it because right now she have the best team of doctors taking care of her, and she doesn’t let anything stop her from what she wants, isn’t it right? That’s how she got into squad 3 in the first place and how she managed to keep your relationship a secret for over 6 months. She is unstoppable, Connor, I know she will be fine”
“Thanks, man. It’s really nice to hear it” he finally said after a moment, taking Will’s words in.
“I have to go but I’ll come back later to check on you”
Will left and there was nothing more to do than wait, it was awful. Standing up again and breathing a few more times he exited the room and went to the wait room, there was one more thing to do.
“Hey, man, I’m sorry” he said standing in front of Kelly “I just… I lose it when I saw her lying there. I know it wasn’t your fault”
“I didn’t know you were dating, she never said anything”
“I know” Connor said taking a seat next to him “She wanted to keep it all a secret. Could you… could you tell me what happened?"
"We were on a big fire, two building, 10 stories each. A woman told (Y/N) her baby was in the ninth floor so we went up to get him, I asked her to take him out but she send me instead, said I was faster and I didn’t want to argue with her so I went. We met back at the 7th doing our primary search and we splitted to cover each 2 apartments, the fire was getting worse and when I was about to catch up to her I heard the sound of the ceiling collapsing, it fell on top of her so the rest of the squad and I rushed to take her out. She was just on the wrong place at the wrong time”
“Thanks, for taking care of her and bring her as fast as you could”
Hours passed and you were still in the OR, the tension on the air was palpable and everyone was on edge, the whole firehouse already there waiting to hear news about your state.
Mrs. Goodwin quickly heard about the delicate situation so left Connor without duties for the rest of the day, he wasn’t in the right state to keep attending patients so he was as nervous as the rest, so when Ethan walked through the door of the wait room it was like a blessing. Everyone immediately stood up to approach him, Connor and Kelly right at the front more eager than anyone.
“She is still sedated” he said knowing they were her family “we put her shoulder back in place and she’ll have a cast for the next 6 weeks on her right leg, we were able to fix all damage and stop the internal bleeding but she’s still dealing with a couple broken ribs which will make a it a little harder to breath but she’s fine. We’ll have her under medical observation for the next couple 48 hours but you can go see her now”
“Go” Kelly told Connor “We’ll go after you” he added with everyone behind him nodding their heads.
“Thanks”
Once in your room it was a hard vision to watch, tubes and machine all connected to you but it all went away when he saw your eyes fluttered open.
“Hey, babe, I’m here, you are okay” he said grabbing your hand.
“Connor? What’s going on?”
“You had an accident but you are all fine now, the guys took good care of you. (Y/N), I… I’m just glad you are okay, for a moment I thought I would lose you and I wouldn’t be able to tell you how much I love you” he whispered looking you in the eyes, tears once again forming in his eyes but this time it was all relief.
“Connor, babe, you are not going to lose me, not ever” you reassured him giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Not when I love you so much too” you added blushing a little and a smile coming to your face “I wanted to tell you this for a while now and I was waiting till our trip to make the perfect moment, guess that’s out of question now”
“We just made our perfect moment, you and I and all the beeping of the hospital machines” he said making you laugh but quickly regretting it, your ribs making it difficult.
“That’s so not fair, it hurts” you said giving him a light punch to his arm.
“I love you though” he winked at you and send that cocky smile from earlier this morning, the memory feeling so far from where you were now.
summary: late nights with Kev when you don’t have to work the next day make you feel like you’re floating
word count: 2.6k
pairing: Kevin Atwater x black!reader
warnings: 18+ smut, no plot really, dives right in, inspired by caught a body by iniko, vaginal penetration, oral (both receiving), light daddy kink, squirting, use of a vibrator
a/n: while this is still a marvel blog, i want to venture out and write for other fandoms that i am a part of so I don’t lose my love for writing, so I don’t feel stagnant.
summary: late nights with Kev when you don’t have to work the next day make you feel like you’re floating
word count: 2.6k
pairing: Kevin Atwater x black!reader
warnings: 18+ smut, no plot really, dives right in, inspired by caught a body by iniko, vaginal penetration, oral (both receiving), light daddy kink, squirting, use of a vibrator
a/n: while this is still a marvel blog, i want to venture out and write for other fandoms that i am a part of so I don’t lose my love for writing, so I don’t feel stagnant.
summary: late nights with Kev when you don’t have to work the next day make you feel like you’re floating
word count: 2.6k
pairing: Kevin Atwater x black!reader
warnings: 18+ smut, no plot really, dives right in, inspired by caught a body by iniko, vaginal penetration, oral (both receiving), light daddy kink, squirting, use of a vibrator
a/n: while this is still a marvel blog, i want to venture out and write for other fandoms that i am a part of so I don’t lose my love for writing, so I don’t feel stagnant.
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The rain hitting your window in the distance added to the sensual atmosphere you and Kevin had set. Candles lit along your dresser being the only form of light in the room. Feeling his hands run over your skin caused butterflies to erupt all over your body. Not many words were shared as you two let your bodies do the talking. It was addicting to feel him grinding into you over your panties. You already felt like you were floating before you even got to the intense part of all of this.
Your lips were locked as you two rocked against each other, heavy breathing, needy hands grabbing each other. You felt his lips kiss down your neck and thank the heavens above that he’s going in the right direction, the direction where you need him the most right now.
“That’s right, baby,” you gasp as he plats kisses across your belly, you run your hand over his coils, spreading your legs wider, trying to tell him to go ahead and take your panties off. He didn’t want you to wait any longer because he didn’t want to. He wanted his lips on your clit. He wanted his tongue to taste when your body loved to offer him.
His tongue was perfectly warm, practically french kissing your pussy, tongue diving into you making you instantly arch your back. His hands never stopped caressing your legs and you began to mimic him, allowing your own hands to roam your body, nipples hard with arousal. You were grinding up into his mouth, tweaking your nipples every time he moaned around your clit.
He moaned so loud while eating you out, you would have thought it was a plate of your famous home cooking that he’s feasting on, but no, it’s just you and you grew more sensitive with his beard tickling.
It began to feel like your mind was opening up to another dimension with all this pleasure you were experiencing. Your own hands make you tremble with his mouth devouring you.
You looked down to see him already watching you. You let out such a needy whimper and saw the way he smirked at you. He was staring into your soul over your mound as his tongue maneuvered effortlessly through your folds.
“You eat it so good, baby,” your eyes lightly rolled, no one knows how much of a sucker Kev is for praise. He was so good at exploring you and making you feel good, your body was like a map and he always knew where he was going without any help.
He gave a hard suck and you can see the smirk on his face at your reaction of a loud gasp. It’s like he was sucking the life out of you to have you leave your body. You noticed him humping the bed while his face was buried between your legs, you needed to reciprocate this energy. You needed to treat ya man and feel the weight of him in your mouth.
“Get up here, baby,” you moan, “I need to suck ya soul out,” you sit up, meeting him halfway to taste yourself on his lips, slowly licking his mustache where it’s wet so you can collect your juices on your tongue and stick it back in his mouth so you two can share.
“I need that mouth,” he grunted. Kev loved to fall apart for you when you sucked him off. It really did feel like you sucked his soul out of him most times. You knew how to get him sensitive and whimpering, sweating and gasping right before you as you stared up at him like you were innocent and not doing anything.
He sat against the headboard and watched you lay on your stomach, taking your lip between your teeth as you watched his dick bob up and down with precum leaking down his gorgeous length. So veiny and thick, you can’t wait to feel the heartbeat of it against your tongue.
You started at his balls, softly licking, kissing, lightly sucking.
“Gah damn” he huffed. You hasn’t even gotten to the good part yet and he was ready to bust.
“That’s right. Let it out for me, daddy. It’s just us,” you kissed up his length until you got to the tip. You stared intensely for this. For the hissing and gripping of the sheets he does every time you first put him in your mouth.
“Swallow that dick, baby,” he wanted to badly to put his hand on the back on your head and make you take all of him right then and there. While you wouldn’t have minded, he wanted to enjoy the pace.
You worked your mouth down on him, using no hands as they were to occupied roaming his chest and thighs, setting his nerve endings on fire for you. You kept going until your nose was touching his pelvis and swallowed, moaning at the same time.
“You sucking me so good, shit!” He wiped the side of your mouth where he saw some spit, sucking it off the pad of his thumb.
“Mmmm,” you moaned around him, eyes fluttering at his actions. That fucking lip bite he does his causing you to drip onto the sheets. The shadow of the flames dancing behind their glass walls painted an imagine on his chest that made him look like a God. A God who was getting some candle lit head in his royal quarters.
You moved faster, wanting to get him worked up, which worked. His heels dug into the mattress and his fingers finally gripped your tight coils so he could thrust himself up into you, going deeper and feeling your gag. He felt so good in your mouth, veins creating the perfect soft friction against your tongue, creating the perfect tension in your throat. You look up to see his head tilted back, mouth hanging open and chest moving up and down quickly. He was grinding into your warm hole that was welcoming him so well. He looked down, eyes half lidded, gasping with need.
“Unless you want me to nut in ya mouth I expect you to come sit on my dick cause I can’t take no more,” his fingers pulled at your roots and gave a few more deep thrusts before pulling you off, smiling at your gasping figure. With his hand still tangled in your curls, he pulled you up onto him, pussy right above his dick as he shoved his tongue into your mouth.
“Don’t be selfish, lemme taste,” he said against your swollen lips. You tasted yourself off his lips, he might as well get the same right. The taste of his precum lingered in your mouth and it tasted so good. His hand wrapped around your throat as he sucked on the pulse point on your neck feeling it pound for him. You tried to sigh deeply but you couldn’t breathe when he gripped your throat tighter and pushed his fingers into your wet walls.
“Kev!” You shook against his chest. His fingers reached the perfect spots, curling just right.
“Before I fuck you so hard that you experience an ascension, I wanna feel you cum on my fingers. Grip me, baby. Make a mess on daddy,”
“Oh fuck,” a small squeal left you. Your hands held onto his forearm, feeling it flex beneath your fingers when he squeezed the sides of your throat a little harder. The wet sounds of your pussy filled the room and it was Kevin’s favorite song.
“Look at you, making a wet ass mess on my fingers already,”
“Yes! Yes yes! So good,”
He pulled you forward so your foreheads were pressed against each other and his eyes stared into yours. You always felt so vulnerable when he stared in your eyes like this and it almost brought tears to your eyes every time because he stared so intensely and all you could feel is love and admiration radiating off on him to fuel you.
Your clit needed some attention, so you reached down to run circles on your bud and moaned loudly right in his face.
“You gonna cum?” He smirks.
“Mhm! Mhm!” You frantically nod. He fingered deeper and harder, smirking at your twitching body, watching it prepare itself for the orgasmic wave that’s about to crash down on you.
“Gimme that shit, baby girl. Make daddy proud”
“Uh huuuh!” Nodding continuously until he gets you there, you felt it all in your bones, calling out for him when you cum all over his fingers. He helped you ride it out before pulling his middle and ring finger out of you, sucking one clean and giving the other to you.
“You taste so much better when you cum for me,” he emphasized. You taste good to him regardless but when he tells you to cum for him and you do? He doesn’t know why but you just taste different.
Your head fell against his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. You kissed his neck between breaths, licking up until you reach his ear so you can whisper.
“I’m ready for you,” without a warning, you take his dick in your hand, rubbing his tip against your soaking lips.
“Sit that pretty pussy on me,” his fingers dug into you thighs, moving his head back to watch you sink down on him. It’s always that feeling of him first entering you that brings tears to your eyes, the feeling was unreal, you would never get tired of feeling him within you, never get sick of the fact he became a part of you and wanted to remain.
You had your hands on the wheel so you were the one in control. You propped some pillows up under your knees so you could ride him better. You started slow, teasing yourself and him, it was easy to tell he wasn’t taking the teasing well and just wanted you to ride him into the horizon. It was comforting to feel him move your hands to your round, brown ass cheeks to squeeze so he could stay grounded.
“Stop playing,” he’s never whined with such need before in his life.
You kissed his cheek, leaning closer, hands on the top of the headboard behind him, “I gotchu, daddy. I’ll give you everything I got,”
“That’s what I like to hear,” the smack that landed on your ass is what prompted you to begin bouncing on him, the guttural moan that left him was feral and you took solace in that. You loved driving him crazy.
You felt him deep within you, his tip kissing your cervix, hitting all the hidden spots within your walls. The shadows your body created on the wall was beautiful enough to record, it was scenic and sensual and you wanted this to forever be engraved in your memory.
Kevin didn’t know if he wanted to shut his eyes because it felt so good or to look you deep in your eyes and talk you through riding him. You had him feeling like you were guiding him to ascension. His body was getting hit with pleasure from all directions.
You however, were tongue-tied as you watched him try to keep himself together. You weren’t doing your best at staying out together either though, especially not with him slowing you down for a second to get your pretty blue vibrator from the night stand, wasting no time to turn it on and tease your clit. It felt like your souls were in a different plane, both of you being pulled out of your bodies almost with how good all of this felt. That was something you and Kevin could never deny, your chemistry and energy were unmatched.
Kevin pulled you close to him so you could arch your back and ride him faster, he never moved that vibrator from your sensitive clit. You couldn’t hold back your moans anymore, the flames of the candles dancing to the tune of your outbursts.
“Y’feel so fucking good,” you peel back a little to look him in his eyes, seeing the red of the flames in his irises, letting it be a double entendre, letting it be a statement of the love, the hot, passionate love he holds for you every time he sees your face.
“Keep gripping me like that. Damn you feel so- fuck!” Kevin trembled when your walls clenched around him. You were sure you weren’t going to be able to last much longer, especially with the vibrations on your clit sending you to another dimension.
Before you knew it though, Kevin had you on your back, fucking you into the mattress, tucking the toy between you two so he could lay over you, forearms framing your head so he could get deep as he plowed into you.
“You gonna cum f‘me? Hmm?,” you ask him between moans, “I feel you pulsing. I can feel it, you’re gonna cum in me, aren’t you?,”
He couldn’t help but groan at your words because you were right, his balls were heavy, slapping against your ass each time he rolled and snapped his hips into you. He was ready but he wanted to get you there first. The way you cry out for him always pushes him over the edge.
“You better cum f’me first, baby,” his big hand found your neck, holding it tight in his grasp once more, he loved making you breathless, “You keep getting wetter, girl. I know you almost there. Be a good girl,”
“Yeah! Yes yes!,” you chant. He was grinding into you slow and hard now, the perfect amount of pressure, the perfect pace, “I’m gonna cum all over ya dick, daddy,”
“Don’t tell me, show me,” he grunted. He was ready for you. Your earthly body was no more at this point, you felt like you were just a bundle of raw nerves, experiencing a thousand things at once, ready to pop.
“Kev!!! Yes, yes yes!,” your legs wrapped right around him as you squirted again, his thrusts making it splash on his abdomen and thighs. He went faster, wanting to milk you of everything you had to offer to him. Your toes curled, heels dug into his ass, back arched high toward the ceiling, mouth wide open and body shaking.
“I’m almost there,” he gasped. Feeling you clench and pulse around him had sealed his fate, he was going to lose it and you loved it when he did.
“In me, cum in me,” you declare, turning the table and taking the advantage to flip him over and bounce on him to get him there, you don’t know how you still had energy to bounce on him so fast but the fact he would soon fill you up fueled you up from E to Full.
You wrapped your hand around his neck, squeezing as best as you could as you continued to ride him. His head dug into the mattress, matching his heels when he lifted himself up to meet you halfway.
“I’m ‘bout to cum, baby!”
“Give it to me! Gimme gimme,” you coaxed his nut out of him.
He let out your name with a roar, your mouth dropping into an ‘O’ shape, feeling him fill you up was always breath taking.
“That’s it,” you cry out. Your walls pulsing even more as if they were drinking up each last drop that he dropped into you.
“Gah damn,” he huffed, “Tryna kill me?” He voice fill with
“Just caught me a body and somebody got hit!” You laugh in his face. He can’t help but laugh with you.
You two have this inside joke about “catching a body” when you make each other cum because it feels so good it’s almost like you’re dying.
“Let’s get cleaned up and in bed, huh?” he slowly pulled you off him, sitting up to kiss you deeply. He always took good care of you, and you did the same.
The energy you two shared was omnipresent and no one could take that away from you two.
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