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emiewritesthings · 2 years

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ransom (pt 2) ☆ jay halstead

summary: in which y/n is rescued and jay has something to say.

warnings: language, guns, mentions of injury

a/n: I'm actually incredibly proud of this lmaooo. I love writing more light hearted pieces and am so happy so many of you loved the first part. many people requested a part two and hope you enjoy this also! - love emie <3

PART ONE

HOUR 2 OF 24

“Wait, guys. I’m getting a call, and it’s from Y/n’s number!” Kim immediately stood up, raising her phone in the air to show everyone the contact name flashing on her phone. Jay was soon by her side, desperate to hear Y/n’s voice once again.

“Answer it then!” Adam insisted, grabbing the phone out of the woman’s hand and answering it, to release the growing anxiety from his body from the phone continuing to buzz. Placing it on the desk, the unit gathered around as the call was put on speaker.

“Y-Y/n?” Kim called out, the fear clear in her voice which made her cringe at the sound of. There was rustling on the end of the line, and everyone waited anxiously for something to happen. “Y/n are you there?”

“Wait you want me to read that? Fucking hell which one of you idiots wrote this? I can barely make out what it says, it’s like a child wrote it.” Y/n’s giggles were caught by the microphone of the phone, and everyone seemed to relax at the sound. She still sounded as teasing as every, that was for sure. Jay felt the tightness in his chest release a little, feeling better knowing that she was indeed still alive. Adam’s previous comment about them shooting her had of course been an attempt at humour, but it seemed to strike up something in Jay that he hadn’t been able to disarm for the last 60 mins.

Noticing the Jay’s rigid posture, Kevin placed a hand on his shoulder, offering a comforting smile when he turned to look who it was. Jay nodded his head in appreciation, before turning back to the phone, wishing he could just be standing in front of Y/n instead of staring at a phone screen. Having not had her close in so long, his skin had began to sting as if in withdrawals. It was so painful, and Jay just wished they had a lead.

There was some bustling and commotion on the other end of the line, which mostly sounded like Y/n squabbling about the note that they must have wanted her to relay. In a way it was a blessing as it gave Mouse enough time to set up his computers and devices to start tracing the call.

“I’m just gonna wing it,” Y/n mumbled, clearing her throat in preparation. “Kimmy, you there?”

“Yes!” Kim jumped a little too quickly, instantly regretting it as everyone looked up at her. For an experienced member of the unit, it was very rare to see her act so clumsily. “Y-Yeah, I’m here.”

“Hey girl! Long time no speak, how you doing?” Kim frowned, eyes flicking over to Jay whose eyes were rolling at the laid back conversation his girlfriend was trying to start, despite most likely having a gun or three pointed at her head. Oh how she was going to get the scolding of her life, and then be held close to him at all times for he never wanted to be away from her ever again.

“Uh, not great?” Kim hesitated. Y/n awed down the line, snapping at one of the abductors that clearly was not pleased with her side tracking.

“Okay basically these fellas want you guys to know that tomorrow at 10am, you have to deliver the money to the lake at St James’ park. You know the one I bet Adam to jump in that time when we were drunk? Anyways, one of the guys will be there to collect the money and once they’ve confirmed the amount they’ll let me go. But, you know, of course if you don’t or you play games or whatever then I'll die, blah blah blah.” Y/n yawned, as she trailed off at the end not interested in what she was saying. “Did I miss anything, boys?”

“Y/n-.” Jay went to speak up but before he could finish saying her name, the phone was hung up and the room was left in a painful silence. The frustration rose in Jay as he let out a painful groan that rumbled through his body viciously, walking away from the group and out of the unit. He didn’t want to be around anyone in that moment.

HOUR 5 OF 24

“So...” Y/n hummed pouting her lips out as she looking up at the ceiling, admiring the spots where water had damaged the plastering. “How long of you guys been, you know, kidnapping?” Sitting up straight once again, she looked around to see no one in the chatty mood. Only two of the three men were currently in the room, the grumpy older leader guy having left to take a call an hour ago.

There was a long painful silence as neither men planned on answering yet another dumb question shot their way. Both couldn’t comprehend how someone so... Y/n-like could ever be a detective or a police official in general. The urge to shoot her every time she opened her mouth couldn’t be something only they suffered with, they were sure of that.

“I mean he's only young, you look like my little brother,” Y/n gestured to the scrawny young faced man that was unloading and reloading his gun over and over again. “He’s a little shit as well.” She grumbled.

HOUR 11 OF 24

“Have you lads ever thought of maybe sprousing this place up a little,” Y/n asked as she leant back in the wooden chair that she’d been bound to for nearly five days now. Her eyes zipped around the dark, cold cellar - or what she assumed was a cellar - that had become her temporary residence. “You know, maybe a ‘Live, Laugh, Love’ sign and some fairy lights would distract your guests from the pissy stench in here.” Looking around, Y/n could see how each syllable out her mouth grated on the souls of the three men that were slumped around the room, their guns still very much pointed in her direction, none of them able to predict her next move.

“Please remind me why we can’t just shoot her?” One of the abductor looked towards the leader with a look of desperation that had come with listening to Y/n’s stories. She’d spared zero details when telling them about quite possibly every person she’d ever come into contact with. It seemed the more she talked the more they got annoyed, and that’s when they started making mistakes. Mistakes that Y/n knew could help her in the long run.

“Because if we kill her, they won’t pay us the money. And if they don’t pay us the money then we might as well just hand ourselves in.” The man grumbled, leaning back to rest his head against the grey wall with a defeated sigh.

“Holy shit,” Y/n suddenly sat up, catching all the men off guard as they took the safety off their weapons and pointed them aimed directly at her head. Y/n’s eyes were wide but not with fear of the imminent death she faced, but something - in her opinion - far more harrowing. “What time is it? What time is it?” Looking around frantically, this was the most panic any of the men had seen the woman in. The bald man looked down at the watch he was wearing.

“Uh, 9:26pm.” He recited.

“Fuck sake,” Y/n grumbled, kicking her legs against those of the metal chair in frustration, as her bottom lip poked out. “I hope you fellas are happy. I am missing The Kardashians for this shit.” All the men frowned, anger running through their veins upon realising they had been played once again. The leader of the pack of criminals kicked the wall behind him before storming off out of the cellar clearly needing a breather from the mind game Y/n had them trapped in. Whistling upon watching his reaction, Y/n turned to look at the two remaining men. “He’s such a Kourtney, right? I knew it as soon as I met him.”

The men rolled their eyes slumping back into their earlier positions, wishing to drown out the sound of Y/n’s voice, which after nearly a week with minimal liquids and constant chatter was hoarse and painful to listen to in moderation.

“Baldy has to be a Kim, there is no denying that great ass,�� Winking in the man’s direction, the comparison was not appreciated but was not punished either. “And then obviously babyface is Kylie. Discuss amongst yourself of course, but I know I’m right.”

“We really should have brought some fucking duck tape to shut this bitch up.” The bald man growled.

“I never had you down as the kinky type.” Y/n hummed.

HOUR 19 OF 24

“Is that your boyfriend?” Y/n was starting to doze off when the baby faced abductor held up her phone and pointed towards the picture that decorated her background.

She couldn’t help but smile seeing Jay’s face, even if it wasn’t in the flesh. It had been taken maybe a month ago when they were both drunk, Y/n’s hand had been squishing Jay’s cheeks together which looked incredibly adorable enough for Y/n to take about 300 photos of him until she found her favourite. Ever since it had been the first thing she’d see when picking up her phone, knowing it could make her feel 10 times better.

“The one and only.” Y/n confirmed with a slight nod of her head, feeling the exhaustion roll off her body at the mention of the handsome man that she imagined was equally pissed off at her as he was worried. She could picture the look on his face during the ransom video and the phone call, listening to her enjoying her time despite her life being at risk. But angry Jay was definitely in her top 5 favourite moods of her boyfriend. It sounded a little strange, but it was the truth.

“You are right he is hot,” The man hummed, admiring the picture before showing it to his bald counterpart that nodded in agreement. But his face was still cold, as he went back to counting his bullets. “How did you guys get together?”

“Seriously?” The other man asked, looking up to the younger man with an incredulous look. After all the hours they had been begging for the woman to be quiet and this moron was encouraging her to continue? Not to mention there was no need for any of them to know any more about the woman’s life than what she had already given up for free - which was a lot.

“Do we really have anything better to do?” He snapped.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t wanna know too, baldy,” Y/n ignored the protests and began to reminisce. “I joined the unit like... 5 years ago? He was put with me on my first case with the team and you know he was this hot, don’t fuck with me, slightly older type of guy and I... well I don’t have a dad so perfect, you know?” Both men nodded. “So we started hooking up casually, and then like any friends with benefits situation we became overly attached to one another and started hooking up as boyfriend and girlfriend. Romantic, isn’t it?”

The two men looked at one another with wide eyes, but the woman didn’t notice for she was lost in a loving memory. A stable warm smile on her face as she thought about how young they had been and how far they had come.

HOUR 21 OF 24

“Knowing we only have a few hours left being with each other, I have a confession to make,” Y/n yawned, eyes closed as her head lulled back in a position that looked painful but was surprisingly comfortable. She could really go for a nap right now, but she refused to leave herself vulnerable. “I don’t really want to go back. I’ve got work on Monday and I can’t be fucked-. I really can’t be bothered. My boss is doing my absolute tits in at the moment.” Y/n groaned, thanking the man that held a glass of water to her lips.

“How come?” Babyface asked, taking a seat on a couple of piled up boxes. His hands abandoning the gun besides him and instead focusing on lighting up a cigarette. Offering it towards Y/n, the kidnapped woman declined.

“The man hates love!” She exclaimed, head looking up against and her eyes wide with passion. “He sees me and my boyfriend look at each other and suddenly we are being lectured about keeping it in our pants. It’s like you get caught shagging in the unit a few times and suddenly you are unprofessional. Crazy, right?” She scoffed, looking at her captor who hummed in agreement.

Y/n wasn’t sure how it had got to this, but for the last couple of hours she had formed a friendship of sorts with one of the men - aka Baby face. It was the other two’s mistake to leave the man alone with her, a guy so young with clearly little to no experience at being the abductor in an abduction. Y/n almost felt sorry for him, wanting to give him pointers on how to come off more... intimidating. But instead chose to tell him more anecdotes about her life which the man seemed to eat up now unlike before.

“You know I have this friend that I think you’d love. I mean she is a cop, but I’ve always been a fan of those enemy to lover tropes.” The man tilted his head, seeming slightly confused as to why she would ever want to set one of the people she cared about with a man that had helped in keeping her hostage. “Kim could do with a bad boy, spice up her life a little you know?”

“You are insane.” Baby face chuckled, and Y/n simply grinned.

“You have no idea.”

HOUR 24 OF 24

When the boss came stomping back into the room, Y/n nearly fell straight to the floor. Her body jumping up from where she had been semi-napping, along with the two men that had also been sleeping against the wall. The two men shot to their feet, not wanting to let the man that was twirling his gun around like a toy that they had been relaxing.

“It’s time.” He growled, looking at both of his coworkers with a knowing look. Y/n’s head was a little fuzzy from the lack of sleep and slight food deprivation, so much so that she struggled to work out what was going on. “Terry, you should go meet them at the park.”

“T-Terry, huh?” Y/n smirked, looking at the bald man. “You look like a Terry, Terry.” She confirmed, watching as he rolled his eyes and stood up, and walked over to the man, exchanging his large gun for a smaller hand gun.

“And remember when you have the money text the secret code.”

“I know the plan, Dave.” Suddenly Y/n burst out into laughter, so much so the chair beneath her began shaking.

“Your name is Dave? Stop. Stop it, I’m gonna pee.” She insisted, tears in the corner of her eyes which cleared some of the dirk from her face as they fell down her cheeks. The youngest man that was in the corner had to cover his mouth to stop himself from exposing his entertainment at the woman’s attitude.

“Just go.” And just like that Terry left with laughter following him out. As Y/n began to cool down, she suddenly noticed Dave standing over her, a wicked look in his eyes. “For the mean time, I think we could all do a little break from you,” frowning in confusion, suddenly the butt of the man’s gun came down onto the woman’s head knocking her out cold in seconds. “Ah, silence. Why didn’t we do that days ago?”

2.5 HOURS SINCE DROP OFF

“Where the fuck is he?” Y/n had been enjoying the inside of her mind, when the sound of Dave’s voice began to send it crumbling back into reality. Wanting to let out a groan as the throbbing in her head became more apparent, she repressed it wondering what the men were saying whilst they thought she was passed out. “It’s 6pm, he should have texted us by now.”

“Maybe he hasn’t got signal?” Baby face offered, his voice wavering showing his internal fear clearly in his tone. But something told Y/n it wasn’t Terry he was worried about.

“Come on, Billy.” The older man scolded. “He hasn’t texted because clearly they’ve got to him.” Paranoia laced his voice so much so it coaxed Y/n’s eyes opened to watch as the man’s face began scrunching up in thought. His feet slapping against the floor as he paced back and fourth. “You know what that means, right? We gotta get rid of her, now.”

Shit, Y/n thought fidgeting in her seat wanting to rip herself free of all the ropes but knowing she had no such strength when she was health and not held for nearly 5 days, let alone in her current condition.

“Let’s not be too hasty-.” Billy tried to reason with him, his eyes flicking to Y/n His shoulders relaxed ever so slightly upon realising that she wasn’t dead like he had previously thought the last three times he’d checked her pulse.

“Hasty? Hasty?” Dave roared, grabbing the young man by the collar of his shirt. “Do you want to go to prison, kid? ‘Cause that’a where we’ll end up if we stay here and wait for them to come and get us. We gotta get rid of the hostage and get our asses on the next plane out of here.”

“C-Can’t we just let her go?” Billy offered, and it was then that Y/n’s concussed brain put together the obvious clues that the kidnapper was worried... about her? Maybe they were friends after all.

“Of course! Why didn’t I think of that?” Dave let Billy go and threw his arms in the air, as the sarcasm flowed out his mouth. “I mean she only knows our names and our faces. Wow, why didn’t I think of just ‘letting her go’?”

“Aww,” Y/n cooed croakily, grabbing both of the men’s attention. Dave seemed alarmed and frustrated having been thrown back into the game he never thought he’d have to play with their hostage. “You two are like a married couple, it’s so cute.”

“That’s it.” Dave grabbed his gun and came marching up to Y/n’s side, taking off the safety he pressed it to Y/n’s temple. His teeth were clamped together, bared towards the woman who simply smirked up at him with a calm look upon her face. The man seemed to be hoping for a bigger reaction as his face reddened in anger. “What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m going to kill you.”

“Bring. It. On.” Y/n squinted, staring the man straight in the face, silently threatening him to go ahead with his plan. She could feel his hand shaking, with the gun pushing deeper into her temple.

“No!” Billy called out, and suddenly the gun Dave carried was turned and shot out towards the young guy. Y/n watched in silent horror as the bullet split through the air and collided with Billy’s leg, sending him hurdling back into a stack of boxes. The man cries were haunting, echoing around the cellar.

The gun soon returned against Y/n’s head, but her eyes didn’t even glance back at Dave. Her eyes were glazed over in numbness as she watched the man she’d grown to like - all things considered - rolling around on the floor.

“Any last words?” Dave whispered into her ear.

“Nah I’m good,” Y/n shrugged, “Fire away, David.”

Not saying anything else, Y/n shut her eyes and prepared for the impact. She focused on the sound of Billy’s shaky breath and whimpers, and just as she thought the blast was coming there was a sudden crash.

“Chicago PD, put your hands up!” Kevin yelled as him, Kim, Adam and a bunch of other officers came running down the stairs and through the metal door. Their large guns pointed towards Dave and the bleeding Billy whose hands were instantly in the air, bloody from where they’d been pressed against his wound.

“Drop the weapon and put your hands up!” Kevin ordered once more as Dave seemed to be conflicted, with his gun slipping against Y/n’s skin. The woman whose eyes were now open and wide, felt all the adrenaline that she’d been surviving off since she had been taken disappear as her rescuers entered the room. “I won’t warn you again, we will shoot.” And suddenly the weapon was being placed on the floor and Dave slowly raised his hands.

“Y/n!” Kim yelled, rounding the men that tackled Dave to the floor and the other officers going to detain and assist with Billy. Kim crouched down in front of the woman who instantly grinned at the sight of her best friend, whose fingers were fiddling with her restraints.

“Kimmy,” She slurred, eyes blinking slowly as she let her body sway woozily. “I knew you’d find me.” As the tightness around her limps subsided, Y/n’s consciousness began to slip away from the ropes.

“Hey, hey stay awake.” Kim lightly tapped her cheeks, trying to avoid the bruises that looked to be beginning to heal. “Someone call Halstead and an ambulance!” Was the last thing Y/n heard as the light disappeared completely.

“Jay...”

Jay’s boots squeaked against the hospital flooring as he ran through the entrance of the ER. His head nearly turned 180 degrees as he searched for someone to ask about the location of his girlfriend. Ever since he’d got called out of the interrogation room with one of the abductors to be told that Y/n was found and had been rushed to hospital, his body felt ten times heavier than usual.

“Jay!” Spotting Adam with blood covering his hands, Jay felt his heart stopped beating, as he froze. Every muscle in his body froze, his eyes hyper focused on the red stains. “Hey-,” Adam noticed his wayward eyes and followed their faze to his hands, and instantly shut down his nightmares. “It’s alright, it’s alright this isn’t her blood. Did you hear me? This isn’t Y/n’s blood, it’s one of the abductors.”

Jay’s hands instantly went to his hair, running through the dark strands that were damp from the rain during his run from where he’d parked to the hospital. Taking a deep breath, he was reunited with the beating of his heart as he followed Adam through the halls in the direction of his girlfriend’s room.

“Is she... okay?” The man asked quietly, looking over at his close friend. His eyes lit up with fears, as he wiped away the sweat from his forehead and wiped it on his trousers. Adam hesitated, humming in agreement.

“Okay as she usually is. The doctors recon she’s in shock, but I’ve been telling them that’s just who she is.” Adam snorted, wrapping his arm around Jay’s shoulders in a comforting hug of sorts. Jay let out a small smile at the thought of Y/n chatting like she loved to do, but then remembered how she ended up in the hospital and what he had seen during the ransom video yesterday.

Just as he was about to say something, the two of them heard a chorus of laughter from a room they were approaching. One of the main contributors being a sound that they’d grown to love. Looking towards Adam, the man seemed to be equally confused as it was definitely not the room he’d visited Y/n in earlier. Both men sped up and pushed the slightly closed door open wider.

“... I saw myself in the reflection of that camera and I said ‘If I look that fat, just shoot me already’!” Y/n joked, as she leant back in the wheelchair with bandages wrapped around her head, along with both her wrists and ankles. However instead of being sat at the side of her own bed, instead she was by the side of the shot kidnapper, surrounded by the officers that were suppose to be guarding the room but were instead laughing at Y/n’s anecdote.

“What th- What are you doing in here?” Jay fumed, taking a step forward away from Adam and into the room to expose everyone to his presence. The man that was laying down, cuffed to the hospital bed, jumped in surprise, whilst the officers had a look of guilt on their face. Y/n didn’t seem bothered at all though, throwing her arms up in the air in excitement at the sight of her boyfriend but cursing when feeling the pain shoot around her body.

“Baby!” She cheered, smiling innocently noting the crossed arms and grumpy look on Jay’s face as he had his eyes focused on her. The tension was suffocating, an environment that Y/n didn’t exactly thrive in.

“Wow, you were right,” Billy glanced over to Y/n. “He is even hotter in person.” Jay grumbled incoherently at the comment, eyes narrowing at the man that she was half tempted to shoot in his other leg for being a contributing factor in the injuries his girlfriend was sporting and the separation they’d been forced to experience due to him taking her away from him.

“Baby,” Y/n hummed, putting extra effort into fluttering her eyelashes in hopes of tricking him into not being mad at her. “This is Billy, Billy meet Jay. Billy and I became friends after he stopped pointing his gun at me every time I breathed.” Y/n smiled, patting Billy’s hand. And suddenly Jay couldn’t take it anymore, rounding the bed, his hands gripped the handles of Y/n’s wheelchair.

“If you guys let her a metre within this room again you can say goodbye to your badges.” Jay growled, not sparing Billy another look as he pushed Y/n out of the room despite her protests. Passing Adam, the man didn’t bother following them, figuring they definitely needed ‘couple time’ to talk about... whatever that was.

“Jay.” She whined, her head lulling back to look up at the grumpy face staring straight ahead with that fiery look in any other circumstances he’d find incredibly hot.

“Don’t ‘Jay’ me.” Even though it was very clear she was about to receive the telling off of her life, Y/n was glad that she got to at least be scolded with him there with her. The feeling of him being in her presence was a pain killer no hospital could ever prescribe. Noticing her gushy eyes sparkling up at him, he had to repress his smile and focus on his overwhelming frustration.

Arriving at her room, Jay assisted Y/n back into bed in silence. Placing a blanket over her legs, he pulled a chair up to the side of her bed but didn’t sit, instead moving to stand at the end of her bed with a frown and narrowed eyes. Opening his mouth, Y/n raised her bandaged hand and stopped him.

“I know what you are going to say-.”

“You do, do you?” Jay scoffed, shaking his head as he moved his eyes to look anywhere else afraid he’d crack if he kept admiring her face like he was. Y/n hummed, letting out a small yawn as she cozied down into the comfort of her bed.

“You say ‘I can’t believe how reckless you have been. Do you know what could have happened to you?’” Her eyebrows knitted together like Jay’s already was. “And then normally it’s something along the lines of ‘You can’t keep running your mouth off at people with guns’. Then we have hot angry sex, we both start feeling bad that I've upset you and you’ve shouted at me and then we have phenomenal make up sex. Was I right?” Raising her eyebrow, the couple stared at each other in silence as it became more apparent that she’d hit the nail on the head. “I rest my case.”

Jay stayed silent for moment.

“I can’t believe how reckless you have been!” Jay yelled, throwing his hands in the air, causing Y/n to laugh at the fact she’d been correct. She watched as Jay walked back and forth, hands pulling at his hair. “You could have been killed? You know that, I know you know that. Why would you- Why would you think sassing dangerous men with guns was the right approach?”

“I wasn’t sassing dangerous men with guns,” she shook her head. “I was sassing Dave, Terry and Billy who happened to have guns, they weren’t going to shoot me.” She insisted, making Jay stand there and stare at her in disbelief at how unbothered she was being.

“You had a gun against your head when the team arrived!”

“Dave’s a pussy, he would never have done it.” She snorted, picking at the grapes sat on her table that Kim had brought for her. Jay wanted to shake some sense into the beautiful woman that he would literally die for.

“He literally shot that Billy guy.” Looking at Y/n for some kind of explanation, the woman just chewed her grape with a thoughtful look on her face.

“Hmm, you got me there.” She agreed, wagging her pointer finger of her non-bandaged hand in the direction of her boyfriend. Grabbing the bowl of grapes, she extended it towards Jay. “Grape?”

“I don’t want a grape, Y/n,” Jay spoke quietly, abandoning his place at the end of the bed and collapsing into the bedside chair. His eyes covered by his hands. “I want my girlfriend to understand that she isn’t invincible and that- that I could have lost her today but she doesn’t seem bothered.”

There was no way to hide away form the guilt anymore. Y/n looked over at way and felt her eyes begin to water as she realised that her attempt at keeping everyone feeling light was hurting the one she loved the most. Carefully, Y/n reached out her hand towards Jay who was slightly too far for her to reach. Just as she went to pull back, Jay must have noticed for he grabbed her hand between both of his.

“I'm sorry.” Her bottom lip trembled, as her eyes watered. Jay quite literally watched as for what felt like the first time in the years he’d known the woman, the what ifs of the situation fell onto her like a ton of bricks. “I’m so sorry, Jay.” Standing up from his seat, Jay released her hand and moved to wrap his arms around Y/n in a firm loving hug.

“I didn’t want to upset you,” He insisted. “I just- I love you so much, Y/n. And I love that you are so funny and charismatic,” Pulling back, Jay’s finger ran down the side of Y/n’s face, smiling as he admired her face up close for the first time in a while. He wondered every day for the last 4 and a bit years how he had ever been so lucky as to know, let alone love, a woman like Y/n. “But sometimes you just need to realise that you aren’t untouchable, you know? And- I don’t want to live in a world without you.”

Leaning into Jay’s touch, Y/n nodded placing her hand over where Jay’s rested now on the side of her face. Closing her eyes, she focused on the warmth emitting from his palm onto her skin. Opening her eyes once again, she glanced up at Jay in the eyes before flicking her gaze down to her lips.

“I love you too, baby.” She whispered, before she moved her hand behind his head and lead her head down until their lips were pressed against his. If she was being honest the moment she’d woken up in hospital, she had forced Kim to go and buy her a pack of gum which she chewed all off in preparation for this very moment.

Pulling away, both of them grinned when Jay leaned back and pecked her lips again and again and again. Y/n began to giggle at the feeling of his lips repeatedly tapping her’s, Jay attempting to make up for all the kisses that he had missed during their unplanned time apart.

“Not to ruin the mood, but I’m kind of missing the angry sex part of this scolding.” Y/n mumbled smirking as Jay started to chuckle, still leant in front of his girlfriend, with now both of Y/n’s hands hooked around the back of the man’s neck.

“Well when you get out of here, I’ll pretend to be pissed again and we can finish this the proper way.” The smirk that the man produced was beautiful, Y/n wished she could take a thousand pictures of it. Nodding repeatedly, the woman felt the excitement make her body buzz. “Now you get some sleep, I’ll be right here.” Returning to his seat, Jay pulled his chair even closer, enough to hold her hand from where he was sat.

Closing her eyes, and leaning deeper into her pillow, Y/n welcomed the backlog of sleep she needed to catch up on. Just before she fully submerged into the pool of unconsciousness, she was reminded of something she needed to tell Jay.

“Oh and just so you know,” Y/n muttered, words breathy with tiredness. “I may or may not have promised Billy that he could come stay with us once he’s out of prison.” Jay’s smile dropped, whilst Y/n gripped his hand tighter. “I love you.”

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emiewritesthings · 2 years

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spooky season ✩ jay halstead

summary: in which y/n celebrates her favourite time of the year with jay and the intelligence unit

a/n: this is something I wrote around halloween but never finished until now! also lol soz I've not posted in 2785927 years, started uni and now have zero free time.

in the eyes of y/n y/l/n, halloween had always been and would always be the best time of the year. she didn’t know what it was about it all that had her buzzing the moment that the calendar changed to october, but it was undeniable.

“that’s it i’m not coming out! i look ridiculous, y/n!” adam yelled from where himself, jay and kevin had gone to get ready in the break room. stood besides kim as they both secured the orange and brown wigs onto their heads, a hearty laugh slipped past her lips.

“oh come on, ruzek, it can’t be that bad!” y/n knew how dramatic the man could be, and judging by the reaction she had received when she handed him the costume, she had been expecting a little resistance.

the sound of the squeak as the door pulled open had the pair of best friends completely abandoning their task, instead completely focusing on the man appearing dressed head to toe in a scooby doo costume. y/n couldn’t even supress it, the laugh that left her body had her doubled over. her hands gripping the desk for support as kim’s laughter soon joined into her chorus.

“i’m meant to be a respectful member of this community! i can’t go out looking like this!” his voice was slowly rising in pitch the longer he was agitated. y/n and kim couldn’t even look at each other, tears clouding their eyes, and a realisation that if they did they’d just laugh even harder.

“since when were you a ‘respectful member of this community’?” kevin suddenly appeared besides him, arm wrapping around his friend’s shoulders. “looking good ladies.” winking y/n and kim’s way, both girls stood up to give a twirl of their daphne and velma outfits that they had to help one another get on.

“how come kev gets to put on a green shirt and brown trouser, but i have to walk around in this sauna of a costume?” kevin’s eyes rolled back at the bickering he had to listen to for the last hour and what seemed like the rest of the night.

“looks like someone needs a scooby snack.” knocking one of his ears, adam quickly retaliated and the pair of them began a bickering war. “down boy!” kevin continued to tease until kim had no choice but to get between the two before the real dog fight began.

usually y/n would have enjoyed watching as adam complained about everything and everyone, but instead she was too distracted by the one member of the group that was missing. frowning, she casually strolled towards the closed break room door.

y/n didn’t even bother knocking, instead slipping in knowing that no one would notice. leaning against the closed door, a small smirk attached itself to her lips as she studied the man in front of her fiddling with the orange bandana around his neck.

“need some help?” jay had been so caught up in trying to finish off his outfit that he had not even heard her walk in. however the moment that he pulled his eyes away from the orange material it was soon falling to the floor, immediately distracted by the goddess of a woman sharing his space.

“fucking hell.” his eyes roamed from her purple knee high boot up along the clingy, figure hugging purple material all the way to the artificial orange hair that was resting upon her head. pushing her way off the door, y/n steps were placed strategically, capturing his attention more and more until it was practically throttling him.

“looks good?” she whispered, her chest pressed against his own. bringing her fingers up to his face, she softly caressed down his cheek before grabbing the material that had been giving him such problems. jay’s eyes were transfixed on her face, hypnotised by the glossy red lipstick that he’d risk ruining his white shirt.

“you look amazing. you better be keeping this outfit after tonight.” he grinned, as she glanced up innocently, though the look in her eye was anything but angelic. jay couldn’t stop his hands from slipping along her waist, and anywhere else they could reach.

“wow, you weren’t kidding when you said you had a crush on daphne as a kid, huh?.” releasing the knotted handkerchief, y/n lightly tapped her boyfriend’s chest, pulling away so he didn’t make the decision to ruin her makeup for a kiss. sighing loudly, jay’s hand stung from losing contact from the warmth that constantly emitted from y/n’s body.

just when y/n went to open her mouth, a loud knock on the door had them both alert remembering that their coworkers were still waiting for them on the other side of the door.

“the taxi is here!” kim called out, popping her head around to see the two.

“come on, lover boy.” grabbing jay’s hand, y/n pulled him out to the others. the two other men nodded in respect at the fred costume that jay was most certainly pulling off.

“lets go to the mystery machine, gang!” y/n shouted.

“you’ve been waiting this whole time to say that, haven’t you?” jay whispered in her ear, as she giggled. ignoring him, the group soon filtered downstairs into the taxi and towards the community party.

“oh my god, you guys look amazing!” herrmann cheered as he caught sight of the entire group enter the community hall. y/n immediately spotted cindy and the kids all of them dressed as the 101 dalmatians, offering them a wave, she looked back at the father. “you lot really are the mystery gang!”

“see, herrmann gets it!” y/n snapped towards adam, who had been going off about y/n’s dumb costume choice the whole time during the cab ride.

“whatever, i’m gonna go steal some candy off a child.” adam huffed, storming away shortly followed by kim who was in charge of making sure adam didn’t ruin some poor kid’s halloween.

“i think i’m gonna go get a drink, i’ll see you guys in a bit!” y/n mumbled, more to her boyfriend than anyone else. jay didn’t seem keen to let go of her, not that he ever was, but the growing group of people whose eyes were waving over his girlfriend had his grip tightening a little more than usual. “get a table, and i will get us a drink. i’ll be fine.” jay trusted her, that wasn’t the problem. it was everyone else and the strange amount of confidence a holiday and moderate amount of alcohol gave them.

peeling away from his side, y/n skipped over to the bar. leant against the countertop, she waited for the barman to serve the couple a few seats over. as she did so, her eyes switched over to observe as the groups of children ran around in their costumes. a smile was brought to her face as she was reminded of the halloweens of her childhood.

her mom had always loved dressing her children up in costumes, typically handmade. their home would be lit up with decorations often to a more extreme extent than during the winter holidays. this time of the year always made her extra nostalgic and comforted by memories

“well hello there, daphne.” and moment ruined. turning to her left, y/n didn’t express any emotion as she studied the so called ‘joker’. his blonde hair had quite viciously been attacked by green chalk, whilst his face resembled that of a three year old let loose within their mother’s makeup bag. “I have a little mystery for you to solve... what is hot, single and thinking that you should come home with him?”

the grimace that was bestowed upon y/n’s face was one of the best she had ever created. with her eyes scanning the scrawny man who was obviously very proud of his ‘pick up line’. his tongue glided over his lip and eyes narrowed as he attempted to look sexy, but in turn it only enlarged the woman’s urge to thump him in the face.

“oh come on!” he groaned with a wide smirk, his head lulling back as it ruptured through his chest. “what? you have some little boyfriend around here or something?” his finger trailing down her arm as she stood their in pure shock, her mind debating whether it was the right time to grab the pepperspray she carried in her bag for occasions like this.

“actually, yeah I do.” she humoured him, pulling her arm away but this only made him step closer to her. his body was uncomfortably warm and sticky, but y/n found it impossible to move back anymore trapping her.

“really? cause i don’t see him.” just as he went to reach for a strand of her wig that had fallen in her face, a hand clamped down onto his shoulder causing him to halt in surprise.

“turn around,” the voice was like a sign of home to the woman, who didn’t miss how it was a little deeper than usual. the joker seemed to recognise the threat that stood behind him, body awkwardly turning until he was stood face to face with an extremely pissed off jay halstead. jay’s eyes were dark and portrayed how the tight lip smile that he was displaying was anything but kind. “now you see him.”

the drunken fool recognised he was outranked as he was soon wriggling away, apologising to jay for ‘trying it with his girl’, not looking twice at the woman he had been harassing the entire time. y/n and jay stood there for a couple of seconds just looking at one another, jay’s gaze had defrosted and a sympathetic look was painted upon his face. part of y/n had expected him to say something like ‘I told you so’ - because he had done just that. but that wasn’t jay.

“I'm gonna kill him.” he stated fists clenched against the bar, as he eyed the man that had moved to sit in the furthest away corner. his body was hot with frustration, having noticed too late the hassle his girlfriend was facing. he should have stayed with her, he cursed himself out, but knew that y/n was no frail object. he - along with most of chicago - had seen her singlehandedly take down some of the city’s biggest and most terrifying individuals. yet the urge to protect her never lessened.

moving over to him slowly, he was again fell into her enticing aura as she took ahold of one of his fists in both her hands. with her fingers running over his knuckles comfortingly, she brought it up to her lips and pressed a soft kiss. with her eyes drawing to his, a small smile graced her lips.

“as fun as that may be to watch, forget about him,” y/n reassured, releasing his hand which instinctively moved to rest upon her hip. as the barman approached, y/n ordered their usual, before returning to the man admiring her by her side. “why you looking at me like that?”

“you are just so beautiful, I don’t understand how I ever got so lucky.” pulling him closer to her, a small gasp left her lips. the way he spoke was so genuine that y/n felt her heart squeeze.

no words felt strong enough to express exactly how she was feeling or how she wanted to respond, so instead her hands travelled up to the back of his head and pulled him down until their lips firmly pressed against the others letting all unspoken feelings and thoughts out.

pulling away, they both beamed.

“we should probably go find the others...” y/n hummed, much to jay’s dismay who groaned in annoyance. he wanted nothing more than to kiss her again and again for the rest of his life. “as much as I love you, I promised kim that we wouldn’t run off to leave her to deal with ruzek alone.” she frowned, leaning up to press another kiss against his lips.

“I love you too.” jay grinned, making y/n’s eyes roll. of course that had been the only thing he had heard. grabbing their drinks the pair of them returned to the table that was filled with their friends, who were all in full blown laughter and conversation. it was at that moment that both members of the couple noticed the source.

in the centre of the room, besides kim, sat Adam with a grumpy frown upon his lips as he looked at the ‘dog bowl’ that the bartender had been instructed to put his beer in as a final surprise by y/n and kim. truth be told y/n had completely forgotten about the little prank, but it all seemed worth it now.

“I hate you.” adam mouthed as the woman took a seat down besides her boyfriend, who was almost in tears. blowing a kiss in his direction, y/n took a large swig of her long Island ice tea and relaxed as she felt jay’s arm wrap around her shoulders.

“you are an evil woman, you know that?” jay whispered into her ear, his hot breath creeping down her neck. it felt surreal the way they could shift so easily into a world of their own, blocking out everyone around them with just a look, or a touch or a word.

“isn’t that why you love me?” raising her left eyebrow, jay couldn’t argue with her. he was undoubtably, completely in love with y/n y/l/n. smiling as he pulled away, he shrugged in defeat.

“more than you’ll ever know.”

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