#sergeant voight

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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!

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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.

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.

@babi-correia

Sun, 08 Nov 2020 02:12:34

Words: 1715
Warning: Explosions, fire, injury, being trapped.

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.”

@babi-correia

Fri, 23 Oct 2020 00:00:21

Words: 1719
Warnings: Bruises?

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.

@babi-correia

Sun, 18 Oct 2020 23:48:56