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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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Love: Al Olinsky x Reader

Rated M for SMUT

Tagging: @marij0o @storiesofsvu

Part 1: Changes

Part 2: Rise & Shine

Part 3: First Date

Al hated the idea of disturbing you, but he needed you right now. He needed you to take away the pain that nestled deep within his heart. The funeral today hadn’t been easy, burying a brother in arms never was. The grief ate away at him.

He stood outside of your apartment door, still in his dress uniform rapping lightly, with the crook of his finger. It was a few minutes before you opened the door.

Al's breath caught in his throat at the sight of you standing there. Your hair fell around your face in loose waves. Your black jeans hugged your sensual figure, countered by the off the shoulder, black sweater you were wearing. Your dazzling eyes filled with a fire he'd never seen illuminate another woman before. Your cheeks were flushed pink, and your mouth curved into a sweet smile as you looked up at him.

"I thought you weren't coming tonight." You said, opening the door wider and gesturing for him to enter.

"I had to see you." he told you truthfully, closing the door behind him.

He took in the open laptop on the glass coffee table. The single glass of red wine perched next to it, the stereo on in the background playing Missy Higgins. Songs that he had never known the words to until he'd met you.

"I was doing some Internet shopping for our weekend away in Wisconsin." You said as he took a step towards you.

Your hands came to rest on his chest. He could feel your warmth as you looked into his eyes.

"How was it?" You asked quietly.

"I'm ok." he said softly, responding to your real concern.

His fingers were brushing the hair back behind your ear with a tenderness he held only for you. His fingertips glided over your skin as he cupped your face in his hand.

"I love you; you know." he said hoarsely.

Your fingers laced around his neck as you stood on tiptoes, your faces were close together, your lips barely apart. Your body brushed against his, his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you steady.

"I love you too Al." you whispered.

Your lips met, yours were soft and teasing. He felt your warmth flowing over him as your tongue sought out his, deepening the kiss. His hands roamed down your back, resting on your hips as the numbness inside him began to seep away, filling him up with something else. Something fierce and heated. He knew what it was already as your teeth bit down on his bottom lip as you pressed urgently against him.

He wanted you, like he'd wanted no one else. This was love and he desired it. His palms trailed up underneath your sweater, smoothing over the soft bare skin of your back. Your breathing quickened as his mouth broke from yours.

His stubble grazed your slender throat as your fingers made light work of the buttons of his uniform. He broke away again to pull your sweater from your torso and was surprised to find that you weren’t wearing a bra. The mere sight of you made the need to take you right here and now even worse. Your delicate hands pushed the dress shirt down his shoulders.

Your hands ran over his biceps, tracing the inside of his forearm, your fingers played along the raised skin of his Celtic Cross tattoo that stretched from wrist to elbow. The middle was new, the skin puckered and red over the heart, and the hands.

"It' a Claddagh, a Celtic symbol for love." he told you as you studied it.

"I wanted to always have a part of you with me." he mumbled into your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of jasmine on your skin.

"You'll always have me." You whispered into his ear, your hands tracing patterns over the scars on his back.

He almost asked you to promise him that.

Your lips began to creep across his collar bone. His hand rested on the nape of your neck as you nipped at his shoulder. Al drew back, his finger undoing the button on your jeans before guiding you down towards the floor. He wanted to take his time with you tonight. He wanted to hear you whimper and moan as he pleasured you in ways that only he knew how. The carpet was comfortable underneath him, as he stripped off your jeans leaving you vulnerable in a pair of lilac sheer Victoria's Secret panties.

He covered your body with his own, relishing the skin-on-skin contact as you arched beneath him, your fingers unzipping his own trousers. He kissed your lips, your jaw, your throat. His tongue traced a path down your neck as his warm hands cupped your breasts, thumbs teasing each nipple as he licked the space between them.

You gasped, wriggling underneath him to rub against the erection in his trousers. He made eye contact with you as his tongue veered downwards. His teeth grazed the top of your panties as his gentle hands caressed up and down your thighs. He knew you'd never had such attention lavished on you; you had always been the giver.

He kissed you through your panties. Your hips bucked as his hands slid over your underwear grasping your ass before he slid the panties down your thighs and pressed his mouth against you. An illicit moan erupted from your lips as his tongue began to trace your shape before he let himself taste you. He felt your muscles begin to tighten as you whimpered under his ministrations. Your fingers tangled in his hair urging him on.

Al withdrew, kicking off his trousers and underwear as he settled between your legs. He looked down at you, your face flushed, your lips parted in desperation as he rubbed the tip of himself against your wet core. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you tried to take him inside, but he resisted, enjoying you writhing underneath him.

"Please." You begged, grinding your hips against his.

His lips fastened on to yours, his tongue seeking yours as he thrust into you slowly. He felt every inch as you took him, gasping as he filled you up. He moved inside you with slow, deep strokes. Your legs fastened around his hips, allowing deeper access. Your nails raked his back, your face buried in his shoulder as you tightened around him pushing him to the edge. You moaned suddenly as your muscles clenched him like a velvet fist. Your name was on his lips as you climaxed.

"Jesus." You muttered, spent and unable to move as Al removed himself from you.

His fingers traced a pattern over your stomach and torso as you lay there flat on your back blissfully naked.

"I think I have rug burn." you commented, your eyes closed as you breathed in deeply.

His lips brushed your hairline as you snuggled closer to his body, rolling on your side. The feel of his skin on yours felt glorious. You pressed a kiss to the space above his heart before resting your head in the crook of his arm.

"I think you need to carry me to bed." You told him, all the energy had disappeared, flooding your senses only with contentment.

"I can do that." he murmured into your ear before lifting you up into his arms and carrying you into the bedroom.

He set you down before drawing back the sheets. Al curled around you, spooning your body lovingly. Your hair tickled his chest as he pulled you close drawing you against him. His body heat warming you underneath the coolness of the sheets. You were already drifting into a happy, contented sleep, wondering how lucky you could really be.

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fanficsforfun · 2 years

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A bad day

Pairing: Alvin Olinsky x gender neutral reader

Word count: 400

Warnings: none

Summary: You have a bad day but thankfully Olinsky’s there to make you feel better

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You leaned on your hands and stared at the papers on your desk with dark thoughts. You had already gotten reprimands from Voight twice in the same day and not entirely without a reason. It felt like you couldn't do anything right and if you could, you would have gone home right away. Unfortunately that wasn’t possible. You couldn’t just walk out in the middle of a work day, not when you had a tough case to solve.

In the middle of your miserable thoughts, you felt someone's hand on your shoulder.

“Hey kid, what’s the matter?” Olinsky asked quietly.

You looked up at him and saw a slightly concerned look in his dark eyes. After a moment of thinking you shook your head and replied: “I just have a bad day, that’s all.”

“Well, you look like you need a hug”, Olinsky stated. “May I?”

“Sure”, you replied with a smile and got up. The man wrapped his arms around you and stroked your back. You pressed yourself against him, closed your eyes and sighed. His touch made you feel better, though you still felt bad over the stupid mistakes you had made.

“Just focus on the case and leave your emotions out of it, okay?” He advised with a gentle tone. “I know it isn’t always easy but everyone's contribution is needed, especially now.”

“Yeah, I know”, you said. “I really wanna get the bastard who did this behind the bars and I tried to straighten the corners because of it. Voight was right, I shouldn’t have done so.”

“I agree, but to be honest, Voight isn’t a saint either”, Olinsky noted. “Don’t beat yourself up too hard for it.”

You grinned since you knew that was the case. It by no means meant you could have behaved the same way Voight did, but at least you weren’t the only one who had done something wrong in order to make something right.

“All right then, get back to work”, Olinsky said after noticing the change in your mood.

“I will. Thanks”, you replied with a smile.

The detective squeezed your shoulder lightly before returning to his desk. You continued working the case with a much better mood. It wasn’t a big thing that he did, a hug and a few kind words, but it definitely had made your day. You were grateful for having such a caring mentor.

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fangirlfrom-hell · 5 months

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Exciting ||Jay Halstead x Daughter and reader

Jay has to take his daughter to work for the first time and he’s not excited about it.

For the one that voted Jay x daughter on the poll (this is not a Christmas story though)

Jay wasn’t comfortable with the idea of taking his 4 years old daughter to work, but seemed like luck was not on his side. The girl was on vacation, Y/N was on a work trip, the nanny got sick, Will was on shift and the little girl’s grandparent’s couldn’t take care of her all day long, so he had no choice. He called Voight, who with his raspy voice and without any problem said “Bring her.”

He sighed, “Ok, baby girl. You are coming to work with me today” He notified his little daughter who was sitting with her short legs hanging from the couch.

“To the police station?” Her eyes were shining bright out of excitement.

“Yea”, her dad chuckled. “Mommy will pick you up later, when she comes back home from her trip, ok?”

“Okay. I am excited!” Excited was the last feeling she learned in school and from then on she would use it for everything.

“I am excited too”, he lied, he was more nervous than anything. “Go get your backpack”, he ordered and when she was gone he muttered to himself, “I’m already running late”

It wasn’t common to take one’s son or daughter to the bullpen, but is wasn’t so strange either. Voight and Al had done it in the past with their kids; Burgess and Adam had done it with Malayla too, even Kevin had to take his little sister from time to time. This was the family Hank talked about.

Jay went upstairs with a small pink and shinny backpack with unicorn form on his arm, making a funny contrast with the gun hanging from his hips.

“Where’s the baby girl?” Adam said when he saw his friend arriving alone.

“Platt stole her from me”, he answered. He would have arrived even later if he had waited for Trudy to give her back to him. Kim smiled at the image.

“We haven’t seen her in a while”, Al peeked his head from his hidden desk to participate in the conversation, “A bit of her cheerfulness will do good to this place”

“Well, she is, and I’m quoting, “very excited” to see you all”, the proud dad smirked.

But as much excited as she was, the baby Halstead was very shy to even say good morning to them. As soon as Trudy Platt carried her upstairs, the girl ran towards her father as fast as she could.

“Why are you crying?” Jay asked in a very low voice, while sitting her on his lap.

But the one answering the question was Platt, “She started to worry when she noticed you weren’t around downstairs and then silently started crying”

Ashamed, the little Halstead girl hugged her dad’s neck and buried her face on his shoulder. A chorous of “aw” was heard around. This wasn’t what she expected, visiting the police station didn’t make her feel excited after all.

“It’s alright”, Jay kept whispering into her ear. It was only after a few minutes later that she calmed down, but even when she was acting as if nothing had happened, she was still embarrased.

Al passed by from the coffee room to his desk and handed a coockie to the girl. She hesitated on accepting it, she first turned to her dad who nodded in approval and she stretched her tiny arm to take it.

“Precauted girl. Good”, Olinsky smiled at her and she smiled back.

“Why don’t you take your colors and get to work in your coloring book, hm?” Jay said more like an order as he put her down. He couldn’t really advance in his work if she was there right beside him.

They walked to an unoccupied desk right infront of Adam. The girl climbed the chair as her dad took her belongings out of the unicorn backpack, “There you go. I’ll be right there if you need me. Remember to…”

“…be quiet, shhh” his daughter completed.

She stayed there for a while, coloring different pages. The detectives, specially Kim, would praise her artistic work whenever they had to walk by her side. She liked Kim, that woman was funny, but she couldn’t really take her eyes off of the man who had gave her the cookie: Alvin Olinsky, but he was too busy to noticed.

“Daddy”, she silently stood up an whispered, trying not to distract the people around, “I don’t want to color anymore. I want to draw”

“Uh, let me check if I have something for you to—“

“I have some white sheets in here”, Hailey opened a drawer and handed a bunch to the Halstead girl. She liked Hailey too, she had a bright smile.

“How do you say?” Her father encouraged her before going back to her place.

“Thank you, Hailssss”

She was immersed in her own world, drawing, coloring and cutting. She stood up to get closer to Adam and touched his leg to call his attention.

“How do you write ‘I love you’?” She asked the detective.

“Oh!” He took a notebook and a pen, “Very easy, let me just show you”

Jay looked up to witness the scene, altough he couldn’t hear any word they were exchanching, “Hey, sweetie”, he called out, “Let Ruz work, ok?”

“No big deal” His collegue said handing her the sheet.

A few minutes later, the little girl stood up once more to go with her father. She stretched her hand to hand him a very colorful circle of paper.

“Wow! Is this for me?” Jay exxagerated his emotion, and then melted when he read the phrase ‘I love you’ followed by a crooked heart.

With excitement, she explained it was a cup holder: “Yea, you can put your mug there”. Following orders from such a smooth voice, Jay placed his mug over the gift.

“Just what I needed” He kissed her head. When she withdrew of his side, Jay immediatly took the paper with the witten phrase and placed it in a spot where he was able to see it all the time.

Before going back to sit on her chair, the girl passed by Al’s desk and stood next to him staring, until he finally noticed.

She took him by surprise, a cute surprise, “Hey, you scared me!” That made her laugh.

“What do you like the most?” The kid asked wothout any other introduction, “Ducks or unicorns?”

Detective Olinsky took his time to answer the question. He observed that Halstead’s daughter was wearing a T-shirt full of unicorns, her pink shinny backback also had the shape of a unicorn, so he went by that, thinking it would be the correct answer.

“Unicorns, I love unicorns”

But she didn’t had the reaction he expected, instead she sadenned, “Oh! I was going to draw a duck for you”

Being in a space close to Olinsky, and paying attention to what his daughter was doing all the time, Jay listened and couldn’t help to smile to the reaction of his parter.

“Oh, well, I love ducks too!” Alvin tried to amend his error.

“A duck, then?”

“Yea, a duck!”

And she moved her tiny legs as fast as she could. Both detectives shared a look and laughed.

It didn’t pass a lot of time when the girl was next to Olinsky’s chair again, but this time he noticed. Without speaking, she handed to him the drawing of a duck happily swimming in a lake.

“What? Is this for me?” She nodded. There was something peaceful in his voice that she liked. “Thank you very much! I really love it. What’s this?” He pointed to a brown circle tha was close to the animal. The answer make him smile showing his teeth.

“A cookie”

“Well, this masterpiece deserves to be in a special place” The detective took a bit of tape and pasted the drawing where it could be seen by everyone.

Little Halstead ran to his father to tell him what just had happened.

“That’s not fair!” Adam teased her later on the day. “I want my own drawing too! I showed you how to write that phrase, you gotta remember that!”

“It will have to be another day”, Jay intervened. “Time to pick everything up, your mom’s on her way to pick you up”

“Mommy’s back?” She asked with the same bright eyes she had when realizing she was going to the police station.

“Yeah!” Her dad smirked.

“I am excited!” She stated while putting her stuff back into the backpack.

“Say goodbye, time to go. Mommy’s downstairs”

She waved her little hand to everybody in the bullpen, “Bye bye”. She even peeked her head into Voight’s office, “Goodbye, Serge”

“You are leaving already? Goodbye, little one” Hank said in a very friendly tone, “Come back soon, whenever you want”

She laughed at the idea, “I will”

It was a bit hard for her to walk down the stairs. “Do you need help?” Jay asked with his arms opened to carry her and she jumped to him.

As soon as she spotted Y/N at the desk with Trudy she yelled at her. Jay put her down on the floor when the stairs were over and his baby ran towards her mom, who picked her up in a tight hug.

“Mommy!”

“Ugh, how much I missed you” Y/N said covering their daughter in kisses.

“Me too!”

“Did the detectives threated you good?” Trudy asked, “How was your day at daddy’s work, hm?”

Wothout hesitating and with a lot of emotion, the girl answered “Oh! It was exciting!”

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fromasgardandback · 2 years

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Detective Halstead’s Girl

Jay Halstead x Olinsky!Reader

description: Jay falls for Olinsky’s daughter.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: stalking, creepy men, step-parent hate, car accident, boyfriend Jay

masterlist | oneshots

Y/N Olinksy, the woman that Jay Halstead had fallen in love with. He didn’t know Alvin had an older daughter, but he did. They were young and in love when Y/N was born, and before he met Meredith. Not that Y/N had any distaste for her stepmother at first, but she did notice something off. Meredith would try to get in the way when she would come and spend time or even the weekend with her father. It got even worse when Y/N had to move in with her father. She had a good relationship with her sister, but because of Meredith, she spent most of her time outside of the home. That’s where she meets Jay, at Molly’s Bar on a Tuesday night.

“Hi.” He smiled his charming smile at her. “Thought you could use another round,” Jay set the bottle of beer down next to the drink on the counter. “I’m Jay.”

“Y/N. Thank you for the beer. I definitely needed this.” She smiled lightly at him. She wasn’t in the mood to talk, but with a handsome man standing beside her, she’d forget about her woes for the night.

“Would you like to talk about it? Maybe take your mind off of what’s bothering you?” Jay sat next to her, not waiting for her answer.

“I’d like that.” Y/N smiled softly. “It’s a family thing, well, a stepmother thing. I live with my dad for the moment while I’m apartment hunting and his wife is quite possibly one of the worse people you could meet.” She grinned, trying not to bring Jay down with her.

“I’m really sorry to hear that. If you’d like, I could help you find an apartment. Actually, my brother owns and building and so does my co-worker.” He smiled proudly.

“Are you serious? Yes, I would love to check out both of them. Thank you so much!” Y/N's smile widened, immediately lifting her spirits.

They spoke the rest of the night getting to know one another before they said goodnight. Jay gave Y/N his number promising to give her Will and Kevin’s contacts in the morning. Which he did, bright and early the moment he woke up. She thought it was sweet that Jay was still thinking of her even when he just woke up. Some women would have thought that was creepy, but not Y/N. It was kind and thoughtful.

A couple of weeks had gone by and Jay and Y/N have been on a few dates but made nothing official yet. Y/N was like her father in that way, mysterious and keeping people on their toes. But when she called Jay in the middle of the night scared, he didn’t hesitate to call in back-up for his girlfriend.

“Y/N!” Jay ran towards her as she stood outside the front of the local bagel place near her father’s home.

“Jay!” She sighed in relief hugging him as he held her closer into his frame.

“What happened, darling? Are you ok? Did they hurt you?” Jay took a step back to scan her face and body for any signs of injuries.

“No. No, I’m physically okay. Just scared and freaked out.” Y/N sighed, still slightly trembling.

“Talk to me, what’s wrong?” Jay led her to his car.

“I don’t know. There’s just this guy I’ve seen wherever I go. I didn’t pay any attention to it at first cause it’s a semi-small neighborhood, but then it started to get everywhere I went. To the gas station, the grocery store, the post office, the bank, and even outside the building I work in. I’m pretty sure he’s following me.” She sighed a single tear falling from her eye. Y/N didn’t dare mention anything to her dad. She knew that she wouldn’t be “allowed” to go out alone or to be stuck at home with Meredith. She wanted freedom and promised herself to be careful, but now she wishes she told Al. It was starting to get out of hand and terrifying her by the day.

“It’s alright, baby. I’ll protect you. No one is going to hurt you.” Jay held her close again, gently rubbing her back to calm her down.

Now it was taken to a new level of scare and threat. Y/N walked outside of her office building and to her car. A small fire started in a car parallel to hers in the parking garage. She panicked and dialed 911 to notify them of a car fire. She then ran towards the stairs to grab the fire extinguisher and put it out. Once she met up with the owner she left knowing they’d take care of it. But as this was happening, her stalker put a tracker on her car. As she was leaving, there was a blue sedan following her one car behind. She noticed a couple of turns with this guy but didn’t make the connection until she was mindlessly driving around Chicago. Where she went, he went. Now Y/N was terrified and shaking. She knew what to do now, but all common sense ran out of the window and was replaced with anxiety. She fumbled to call Jay or Alvin. She hit a random number and heard the dial tone.

“Y/N?” No answer from her. “Y/N, sweetheart what’s wrong?” She heard Al’s voice on the other end of the phone.

“Dad?” She sighed shakily into the phone. “Daddy, there’s someone following me. I think it’s my stalker, I don’t know what to do.” Y/N sighed trying her hardest not to panic anymore and break down into tears.

“Y/N, listen to me. Do not go home. Come straight to the district.” Alvin said.

“O-ok.” Was the last thing Al heard before the sound of a car crash and tires squealing.

Y/N sat in the banged-up car, bloody and confused. Trying to move, she saw a man slowly getting out of his car. She recognized the blue sedan and struggled in fear to escape the wrecked car. Her seatbelt was stuck and there was no way she would be able to get out of there without any help from the fire department. Sirens blared in the distance as the man walked closer to her. She saw a slight glimpse of something in his hand, and before she could register what was happening, gunshots went off.

Y/N woke up in a hospital bed, machines beeping, and a nurse checking her out. She let her eyes adjust to the light before looking over and seeing Jay asleep in the hospital chair next to her bed.

“Jay.” Y/N said hoarsely as he woke up, looking at her.

“Y/N. You’re awake. Hi baby.” He softly placed a kiss on her forehead, letting his lips linger a little longer.

“What happened?” Y/N looked tiredly at her boyfriend.

“You were in a car accident. But don’t worry we caught the guy. And yeah, he was your stalker, but he’s locked up now for a long time. He can’t and won’t hurt you anymore. I promise.” Jay slid into bed with her, letting her rest on him. “I got you now.”

“Thank you for saving me.” She cried into his chest.

“For you, I’d risk it all.” Jay kissed her forehead, cuddling his girlfriend.

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chicago-pd-is-weird · 1 month

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TL;DR - Taking requests for CPD oneshots/prompts

Itching for more Voight content…

If anyone has an ask or would like to submit a prompt for me to write, please let me know! I love writing oneshots and have been itching for Hank lately, especially due to the events of 11x7 (-_-)

I also will write Antonio Dawson if requested. Other characters possible, at my discretion.

I don’t write smut, but I will walk the line. See my already written oneshots on my alt accounts, @musntbill and @random-weird-fandoms, linked below.

https://www.tumblr.com/musntbill/745434538137796608/hank-voight-oneshot-tw-some-violence-and-implied

https://www.tumblr.com/random-weird-fandoms/745473828069769216/and-here-is-part-2-of-that-oneshot-again-not

I can write “x reader” like the above, in any POV (first, second, third) as needed. I can do fluffy, angsty, or tense, or something else, just ask!

I am open to any and all ideas and pretty flexible. :) Feel free to comment, DM me, or drop something in my Tumblr inbox if you’d like. <3

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regalbanshee · 2 years

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Yeeee boy.

Can I request for Hank Voight with a male reader? Where Voight has kept their relationship hidden for safety reasons but the team finds out about it anyway?

SECRETS- Hank Voight x male!reader

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Hank Voight x male!reader

Summary - Hank Voight has kept his relationship with Y/N a secret to protect him from the dangers that seem to follow Hank wherever he goes. He soon finds out he isn't such a good secret keeper when it comes to his team.

Word Count: ~1100

Y/L/N: your last name, Y/F/S: your favourite show. Oh also Alvin Olinsky is still alive in this, I just love him too much.

The sun rose through the curtains and lit up the room. Y/N turned over in bed, but where he expected a warm body to cuddle up to, he only found the warm sheets, a sign Hank wasn’t long gone. The next thing Y/N noticed was the pleasant aroma of hot coffee filling the air. Y/N got out of bed, following the delicious coffee smells into the kitchen, where Hank stood at the counter pouring two cups of coffee. Y/N wrapped his arms around Hank’s waist and leant close, peeking over his shoulder, watching as the black liquid settled into the mugs, the steam rising from them.

“Hi sleepyhead. I hope I didn’t wake you.” Y/N shook his head no. Hank turned around, handing one mug out to his lover. “Well, Chicago never stops.” Y/N pouted slightly, puppy dog eyes pleading for Hank to stay home today. “I know, babe, but Antonio called me, they’ve found a lead.” Y/N smiled slightly.

“I know, just come back to me in one piece.” Hank wished he could tell his team about Y/N. The reason he got up every day. The reason for his smile. The reason for the slight pep in his step that he tried to hide when he was at work - it was such an unusual sight for him, it would be bound to draw questions. He wanted to tell his team about Y/N - no, maybe that was selfish. Okay, it was selfish. No maybe about it. He wanted to tell his team about Y/N so he could show his absolutely perfectly imperfect, adorable, tender-hearted lover off. After Camille and Justin, he never thought he would find love again, and now that he had, he wanted so bad to scream it from the rooftops. But the rational side of him reminded him how dangerous that could be. The more people who knew of his relationship with Y/N, the more danger he put Y/N in. Criminals would use his relationship as a leverage, homing in on the one remaining weakness in Hank’s heart. His superiors would use it to ensure he did what they wanted - it was almost guaranteed given how messed up the policing system was in Chicago.

With a hug and a kiss, and a promise of being safe and coming home ‘in one piece’, Hank was out the door.

The day passed slowly for Y/N – the big boss-man having sent all the employees home for the week (who knows why, the man was eccentric; anyway, it’s not like Y/N was going to complain about having a week doing nothing, all the while still being paid – it just seemed like a win-win). Lunchtime rolled round, and Y/N decided to head up to the 21st district to find Hank – see if he wanted to have an impromptu lunch date at the diner on the corner – the new one with those to-die-for bacon cheeseburgers.

But when Y/N walked in and went to the desk, where he recognised Sergeant Trudy Platt – many a time had Hank talked about his team, Y/N was confident he could name all of them without ever having seen them. “I’m here to see Sergeant Hank Voight. Could you point me in the direction?” “Who’s asking?” Y/N was taken back a bit by the harshness, attempting to brush it off as a bad day on the sergeants part. “Y/N Y/L/N.” “He expecting you?” “Oh, ummm.. no.” The sergeant picked up a phone set behind the desk. “Dawson, there’s a Y/N Y/L/N down here saying he wants to see Voight. Sort it out.” Y/N was shocked. Maybe confused was a better word. He thought Hank would have said something by now about their relationship to his colleagues. Sure, he hadn’t actually met the team – he wasn’t expecting them to recognise him – but at least they would know the name. ‘Oh yes, Hank told me about you.’ ‘He never shuts up about you.’ Okay maybe not ‘Hank’, it seems he goes by ‘Voight’ at work.

By the time Y/N was upstairs, waiting in Hank’s office with the promise he would be back shortly from an errand, he was even more confused.

Hank walked across the bullpen into his office, urgency in his stride, shutting the door behind him with a short bang, turning to Y/N. “Are you okay? What happened? Did you get hurt? Oh god, why did I let this happen….” So this is what panicked Hank looked like – something of a new vista for Y/N.

“What? No, I’m not hurt, nothing happened. I was just bored at home, so I thought I would come see if you wanted to get lunch together. We’ve yet to try the apple pie at that new diner on the corner.”

“Oh thank god.” Hank knelt down to the floor in front of Y/N, who sat comfortably on the couch, growing more and more befuddled. “Text me next time. Or call; I’ll try to answer. I was so worried.” And now he cradled Y/N’s face in his large, calloused hands, stroking a thumb against the smooth skin of his lover’s face. “Don’t do that to me ever again.” He lent in and placed a kiss on Y/N’s forehead, before looking longingly into his eyes.

Of course, it was in this moment of love being shared between two men who arguably deserved it the most, Ruzek came into the small office (no knock, it’s Ruzek, what do you expect!). “Boss, we’ve got another lead.” Just as quickly as he appeared, he disappeared again.

“Oh shit.”

“You good?!” Y/N giggled at Hank’s exclamative.

“Now they know. Ruzek never keeps things to himself for long.” Y/N raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to one side in a visible confusion. “I hadn’t told them. I wanted to keep you safe. Chicago isn’t a good place – yes there’s criminals, but the system is probably the most messed up thing about this damned city. I thought the less people who know about us, the less danger I put you in.”

“Oh, you stupid man!” Only a small insult said with immense love and adoration. “I knew what I was getting myself into when I said yes to that date. I love you and I don’t care if that means there may be a bit of danger.” Hank smiled. “Come on, get out there. They’ve got a lead and they need their boss to help save the day. We can just put a rain check on lunch.” Y/N ushered Hank out into the bullpen, before leaving back down the stairs to leave the 21st district and go back home; a cosy afternoon on the couch with Y/F/S waiting.

“So, the bloods came back on our John Doe – “ Halstead attempted to brief the team and Voight on their findings so far when Voight interrupted.

“How much do you know?”

Ruzek spoke. “That you like Y/N, that you guys are finally dating or that he moved in with you?”

“You really think you could keep that from me?” Al chimed in.

Hank sighed and waved for Halstead to continue his brief.

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Beware Your Elders | Part 1

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Adam Ruzek x Reader

Genre: drama, angst, hurt/comfort, romance

Warnings: head injury, held hostage, murder

Word Count: 6154

Summary: When Adam gets assigned to patrol for the day, he is reunited with an academy classmate and friend. Based on Season 1 Episode 8 - “Different Mistakes”

A/N: I have been working on this for a long time, so long I fear I may never finish it if I don't post a 'part 1'. Huge thanks to @elius-learns-to-write for being so patient and helpful by reading this multiple times.

You approach Trudy Platt’s desk with a pep in your step, you felt like you were hitting your stride lately and being at the 21st was a good fit for you.

“Good morning, Sarge.” You offer to the desk sergeant, watching her remain engrossed in what was no doubt a mountain of paperwork that seldom grew any smaller.

Eventually, she pulls her eyes away and looks up, “Mornin’, Y/L/N. What’s got you all chipper today?” She eyes you curiously, but still with a slight smile on her face.

You play up your mood, “Oh nothing, just happy to be here, Sarge, under your tutelage.”

Even though you were hamming it up, the sentiment was indeed true. Trudy Platt was one of the most revered and respected of her generation, and you could understand why. It’s why the 21st was such a coveted placement.

She shakes her head, giving you a dubious look as she checks her list of squad cars available.

On the cusp of making a decision, Trudy spots Alvin Olinsky coming through the door with one Adam Ruzek. She leaves you waiting patiently in exchange for calling the older Detective over.

You give Olinsky a polite and distracted smile, watching briefly as Ruzek heads towards the gated stairs that lead to Intelligence’s bullpen, silently watching someone you used to be so connected with pass through like a stranger.

It irked you that he hadn’t gotten back to the messages you’d sent him since he got picked from the academy to join Intelligence; it felt like a small ‘fuck you’ from Adam - for him to just forget his classmates, to forget you.

You two had been inseparable; forging a true understanding and appreciation of how the other worked. Sometimes it felt like you were soulmates. Whether it was platonic or romantic, you’d never had the chance to figure that part out.

You sigh, glancing at Trudy’s desk to find she’s still talking to Olinsky. The conversation isn’t exactly scintillating, something about non-suit reports, so you take a glance around at the hubbub of the precinct for a distraction from your irritation.

People are coming and going every second, keeping the district ticking over and running as smoothly as Chicago would ever allow.

Passing by are Burgess and Atwater, whom you wave goodbye to as they head out for their day on patrol, they had become good friends and you really liked having them around.

As you’re about to turn your attention back to the desk, you hear the familiar voice of Adam once again. He had apparently stopped to talk to some of your fellow patrolmen, also classmates from the academy.

You watched the three men converse, the patrolmen were fascinated with Adam’s sunglasses and he appeared to be enjoying the awe his very presence seemed to inspire.

You roll your eyes, glancing at Platt and Olinsky, realising that their conversation had come to an end. Now, they were looking at you curiously. Before you can question their staring you see Olinsky divert his attention to Adam and the patrolmen, just as you had.

Tuning into the conversation not even a few metres away, Adam’s words are just about audible as he talks to the guys in uniform, “Yeah I don’t know how it is for the patrolmen here. I mean, I skipped that part.”

Olinsky looks on, his expression changing to one of a disappointed parent, and you find yourself smothering a smirk. Clearly, the senior officer wasn’t too impressed with Adam’s lack of modesty.

You gawk in amazement as Adam continues, glancing at Platt who waves you off so as to let her keep eavesdropping too.

“Yeah, put in your time boys. That’s my advice. Then maybe you too can join us upstairs, right?”

Before you know it Olinksy is on the move towards Adam and you’re giddy at the prospect of Ruzek possibly getting chewed out by his superior.

You can’t hear what Olinksy says next but suddenly the patrolmen are saying their goodbyes and Adam is being ushered in your direction, towards the sergeant’s desk.

Finally, Adam spots you and immediately avoids eye contact, having the good grace to look sheepish as he does everything he can not to acknowledge you standing there.

You internally scoff, cowardice wasn’t a good look on him and you were ready to tell him as such.

You don’t let it sour your mood too much, watching in sheer anticipation as Olinsky has a wry smile on his face, “Say, Sergeant Platt. Ruzek here needs to better appreciate the, uh, the journey, that he, uh, got to bypass.”

You wanted to cackle like a maniac, seeing how Adam looks at Platt in shock, watching your sergeant’s face turn gleeful as she responds, “Oh I’ve been waiting for this day.”

–

From there Ruzek is ushered upstairs to put on some uniform, and you decide to use that moment to try and get your keys. You were ready to get your day started, and you didn’t want to be saddled with babysitting Adam on patrol.

Yet, you fear it’s already too late when you notice your keys still haven’t materialised. Trudy was clearly slow-rolling you, waiting for something, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what or who that was.

The look Platt gives you makes you groan, yet you’re unable to protest too much as the sergeant preemptively holds up a shushing finger.

“Don’t. Ruzek needs a partner and you’re free, and one of my best. So don’t make me change my opinion of you, alright?” Her eyebrows go up in a pointed expression, daring you to protest further. You sigh in defeat, watching Platt nod and smile satisfied with your acceptance.

You weren’t one to want to disappoint Sergeant Platt, and it didn’t really feel like you had much choice. Besides, you did know Adam and you knew he was good police, you would just have to put aside your misgivings about his attitude for the day.

You're standing waiting for your 'partner' when you hear the gate open again, turning to see Adam in his patrol blues.

It’s a weird sight given he never got to have this moment when you did, and your whole body fizzles with goosebumps when he catches your gaze again.

“Ruzek.” You greet him, nodding with a smile, emotions imperceptible in your eyes.

“Y/L/N.” Adam smiles, somewhat cautiously, “Good to see you.” He offers.

“And you.” You manage to squeeze the pleasantry out, your swelling wave of feelings not yet washing you out to sea, but close to it.

Your new partner gives Sergeant Platt a small salute, “Catch you later, Sarge. Do you need anything?”

“Nah, I’m all good, unless you see Portillo’s on your travels! Now go ahead, you kids have a good time serving the community.!” She says with a smug smile, all too happy to watch Adam get a taste of patrol life.

“Oh, I’m sure we will,” He answers facetiously, slinging his arm around your shoulder. With that, Trudy shoos you off, and you turn towards the door as you almost immediately start extricating yourself from Adam, walking ahead of him to the parking lot.

He takes a deep breath, knowing he had a lot of explaining to do. So he braces himself for impact, hot on your trail to the car.

You slot yourself into the driver’s side of the patrol car, turning on the radio immediately to check in with dispatch and update your status.

Adam climbs into the passenger side and shuts the door behind him. He desperately wants to be excited about patrol and ask you how it’s going, but there was a walk of fire that stood in his way.

He clears his throat, ready to make a speech, "Y/N, I'm-" But the very notion of him explaining his actions somehow sets you off, you'd been waiting for this moment.

"Sorry? Is that what you were going to say, Adam? Sorry that you left without a word, sorry that you blanked me when I asked if you were okay and if you needed anything? Sorry that you said nothing when I congratulated you and asked if you wanted to celebrate. Is that what you're sorry about?"

You swallow, realising that your outburst was out there now, permeating the air as your heart thundered in your chest. You didn’t realise just how upset it had made you until you were ranting in Adam’s face.

He doesn't flinch, accepting your hurt with a guilty expression.

“Yes, exactly that. I totally ghosted you, and that wasn’t fair or right… There is no good excuse or explanation, other than I got caught up in the excitement of it all, not stopping to think about the people…the person I’d left behind. And I’m sorry that you’re stuck on patrol with me today, I know it’s probably the last thing you want.”

You sigh. Actually, being on patrol with Adam was all you’d thought about at the academy, it was something that you’d ached for when you were finally given your placement but without your right-hand man to accompany you.

Not all the wrongs had been righted, but just knowing Adam felt remorse, knowing that he hadn’t suddenly changed his mind about you… you could feel the storm clouds getting lighter.

“It’s fine… You’ve got some learning to do, and lord knows you need all the help you can get, Mr Intelligence. Being stuck with you is not the worst punishment ever, so long as you’re not expecting me to fawn over those sunglasses and the fact that you work with Voight’s team.” Your mouth upturns into a smug smile as Adam goes quiet, sitting obediently as you pull out of the lot and begin your patrol route.

Adam is sincere the next time he speaks, nodding in agreement with your words. “I definitely could learn from you, Y/N, and I wouldn’t expect you to feed any kind of ego, that’s not your style.”

Your smirk, glancing at your partner, “Definitely not my style.”

There’s another pause between you, and you sigh. You didn’t have it in your heart to maintain that venom. You knew Adam wasn’t inherently selfish or careless, you and he were both young and starting out, so it was partially understandable that he’d gotten caught up in the excitement of everything. “It’s good to be riding with you, Ruze. Let’s just make the most of it, alright? I can chew you out some more and patrol at the same time.”

“Yes ma’am, that sounds like a fair compromise.” Adam smiles genuinely, and your small smile is just as genuine in return. He holds out a fist for you to bump with yours, and you roll your eyes with a shake of your head. It was unreal how easily he could melt you down from being in an icy mood.

You bump your fist with his.

A large portion of your morning is uneventful, between some petty theft incidents and helping CFD on some of their scenes, you and Adam decide to call it time for lunch. It certainly wasn’t the most action you’d seen on patrol, and it definitely wasn’t shaping up to be Adam’s biggest day on the job. You’d even taken to responding to several cases of helping the elderly with their shopping, much to their gratitude.

Adam shrugs off his jacket and tosses it into the back of the patrol car, “Man, it’s October in Chicago, why the hell is it still so warm.”

“The earth is not our biggest fan right now, Ruze.” You huff as the sun beat through the windshield, agreeing with the fact that even the slightest motion in your jacket caused you to overheat at the moment. You decide to join Adam and take off your windbreaker, launching it into the back as you settle into your seat.

Both of you sit in comfortable silence as you listen to the radio chatter coming in, tucking into the grilled sandwiches and shared fries you’d got from the Deli down the street, sipping happily at some iced tea. This felt like old times to you, and it settled the disquiet in your stomach from this morning’s confrontation.

You hoped that you and Adam could actually rekindle the connection you’d forged, that he wouldn’t forget you a second time.

The last bite of your sandwich is taken when the radio crackles to life once more,

“Units on the citywide, reports of a 10-67 and 10-68 at 1655 West Cortez, nearby units please respond.”

You instantly put your wrappers in the door compartment, Adam picking up the radio as you pull the squad car out of the parking spot. “Dispatch, 2113 put us as responding to that call on West Cortez”.

The dispatcher responds once again as you hit your sirens, heading to your new location, “Copy 2113, holding you down as responding.”

Adam adjusts his position in the seat, more upright and ready to prepare himself for whatever you come upon at the scene.

10-67 Person calling for help.

10-68 Call for police made via telephone.

As you pull up to the row of houses on West Cortez, you take note of the uniform build, each house virtually identical to the next, save for some outside embellishments from the residents. The house next to the responding address is for sale.

You pick up your radio as you step out of the patrol car, Adam doing the same as he looks around for any immediate signs of distress.

“2113 to dispatch, we’re a 10-97, please standby.”

“Copy 2113, standing by.”

10-97 Arrived at the scene.

As you approach the front door of 1655 West Cortez to knock and announce your office, one of the construction workers from across the street approaches.

“You here about the screaming, officers?” The older man asks.

“Screaming?” Adam asks, and the man nods.

“Richard Barnes, I’m the foreman on this job." He gestures his thumb behind him to the bustle of men working along scaffolding.

You nod for him to continue.

"I heard it a few nights ago, as I was locking up, it sounded like a big fight at 1655. I headed over there since the old gal that lives there made me and the guys coffee a few times. Sylvia is her name. She answered the door and said it was her and her granddaughter just having a little misunderstanding, I’ve seen the granddaughter a handful of times too - seemed nice enough though. Sylvia apologised for the disturbance and that was that. I didn’t have any other way to prove something was wrong, so I left her to it, teenagers can get stressed out, right? Didn’t seem too weird. Everything seemed alright beyond the arguing. This morning I could hear Sylvia yelling again, only her voice though, and now nobody is answering the door. That’s why I called it in for you guys to take a look.”

“You sure the granddaughter hasn’t left at all?” Adam queries,

“No, sir, I don’t think she has. I have security cameras for the site and equipment, she hasn’t shown up at all the last few footage cycles.”

That revelation makes you wonder. You nod at Barnes, “Thank you for calling us, you did the right thing, we’ll take a look.”

He waves your thanks away, “Of course, holler if you need anything else.”

“We will, thanks again. We might ask you to make another statement once we’re done here, alright?” Adam checks and Richard nods, “Not a problem, officers. We’re gonna be going to lunch soon, but we’ll be back this afternoon, maybe an hour or so.” He gives a small smile goodbye, heading back towards the work site and his crew.

You turn back to the property and to Adam, “Okay, let’s find out what’s up with grandma and granddaughter.”

Adam nods, picking up his radio, “2113 to dispatch, we’ve just had a 10-62A, we’re going to do a knock and talk.”

“Copy 2113, standing by.”

10-62A Take a report from a citizen.

You knock heavily on the pristine white door, glancing around the mostly empty street for signs of anybody who could give extra information. Adam takes a step back to look up at the large windows on the 1st and 2nd floors.

Nothing happens, you both wait. Moving to knock again, your voice loud and clear, “Chicago PD, anybody home? Sylvia?”

In the background, you hear the low chatter of Richard’s workmen and their various trucks starting up as they move off the site to head to lunch.

You look at Adam and he gives a knowing nod back. Calls like this could be nothing, but they also could be something, and it was always better to make sure it wasn’t the latter.

Adam knocks this time, not much louder than you had but you knew he liked to feel like he’d had a go too. With a sigh, Adam’s on the cusp of hammering on the door when you catch a faint shadow of movement on the first floor, the definition of a ‘curtain twitch’.

“Ruze, movement on the first floor.” You announce, keeping your eyes fixed on the window as Adam does try the door a third time. “CHICAGO PD, this is Officer Ruzek and Officer Y/L/N, we would just like a word.”

There’s a lingering moment, then the sound of locks and chains being undone, the door opening a crack to reveal an older woman.

“Can I help you?” The woman’s hair is greying, she is round in the face, a slight blush to her cheeks, shuffling from foot to foot in navy slippers.

“Ma’am we’re with the police department, we’ve had a report of distress being heard at this address. Is your name Sylvia?” Adam asks politely, offering a friendly smile.

If the woman doesn’t like his question she doesn’t show it, offering a small smile back. “Yes, I’m Sylvia Lupp. This is my home, and I told that nice man across the street that there was nothing to worry about, I do hope we haven’t wasted too much of your time.”

Most people would offer a more detailed explanation and some kind of reassurance, but the woman is quick to try and shut the door again, only stopped by Adam’s quick palm at the centre of the door.

The gesture is assertive but not aggressive, just enough to give Adam some extra talking time. You see the woman’s face sour for just a moment before putting back up the kindly expression.

In the motion of the door trying to shut, it had created a draft of air that carried a smell with it. It smelt simultaneously like bleach and off-meat, with a slight odour of faeces. You share a look with your partner, you already knew this wasn’t a call you’d be putting down as “nothing”. So you step forward too, letting her know that you and Adam wouldn’t be dismissed that easily.

“Uh, ma’am, please, it would really ease our minds if we could just check the house out, make sure everything’s as it should be and that both of you are okay. If it’s just a normal family dispute, then we’ll be on our way. Do you mind if we come in?”

At worst this was about to be a crime scene, at best it was going to be a severe case of hoarding and neglect of the property, you steeled your stomach for both. You rest a quick hand on Adam’s shoulder, silently conveying you had his back as the woman reluctantly stepped aside to let you in.

You start looking around at the peeling wallpaper and the damp spots on the walls and ceilings. The smell was much stronger even a metre into the house. You swallow hard, trying to not breathe in too much.

“I have been working on the house, we’ve had some…sanitary issues lately as I’m sure you can see. I don’t move as fast as I used to, but I am working on it. My granddaughter isn’t fond of contributing to the home, that was the reason for our argument.” She didn’t seem nervous, but she did seem like a car salesman trying to convince you of her pitch.

You let Adam take the lead, watching as he followed her into the first room on the ground floor. You used the time to radio dispatch as quickly and as quietly as you could manage.

“2213 to dispatch, we have entered the premises 1655 West Cortez, speaking with Sylvia Lupp. We are now investigating a 10-29h. Be on standby for a Code 8. There is concern for a 10-54 or 10-91D. Might have cause for CFD assistance.”

10-29h Caution - severe hazard potential.

Code 8 Request cover/backup.

10-54 Possible dead body

10-91D Animal, dead

A voice crackles through, “Copy, 2213, on standby for your Code 8, 10-54 and 10-91D. CFD are aware of the call.” You spot Adam and Sylvia coming out of the room again, Adam’s face tells you everything. Sylvia looks from you to the radio in your hand, turning on her heels as she beckons Adam to keep following, you make sure to stay in tow.

You were starting to worry about what you’d find beyond the stacks of yellowed and moulding newspapers, uneven piles of miscellaneous goods, the strewn cans of food, and the almost constant thrum of flies buzzing.

Eventually, you decide to broach the topic, “Sylvia, we’re not here to judge, but we are worried about your safety on the property right now, and your granddaughter’s safety.”

Her head snaps to you, looking affronted, “The house needs some love, that’s all. I wouldn’t pry into how you keep your home, officer.” Adam gives you a terse look, subtly shaking his head, encouraging Sylvia to continue the tour.

You hold your hands up by way of apology, deciding you’d try again once you’d seen more of the house. This would already constitute a hazardous environment by the city’s standards, you wouldn’t be surprised to find complaints from neighbours if you checked the city’s sanitation records.

By the time you make it to the kitchen, you can’t understand how you’ve managed to not lose your lunch all over the floor, the smell had only gotten stronger and one scent, in particular, had you covered in goosebumps.

The smell of death.

Sylvia stops at a door, unlocking it with a gold key she produces from the pocket of her cardigan. The door in front of you is older than the others, wooden and pale from losing its paint finish, scuffs and scratches litter the wood. She gestures to the rickety stairs dimly lit by an overhead orange glow of a lamp on its last legs. “My Luzie lives down here in the basement, spoilt girl gets her own space. She’s not home right now, out at college.”

For the umpteenth time today, you find yourself sharing a sceptical look with Adam, close to suggesting you both turn back and regroup outside.

It played on your mind that Sylvia’s granddaughter, according to Richard from across the street, should absolutely be in the home.

The older woman looked as if she was about to close the door again, but once again Adam stops the motion.

“Ma’am, we really need to inspect the entire property, if you don’t mind.”

Sylvia’s nostrils flare in what you sense is anger and frustration, but she steps aside and gestures dismissively downwards.

You let Adam go downstairs with Sylvia, keeping an eye on her from the top of the stairs, making sure you still had a view down the hall to the front door, just in case anything else or anyone else were to appear.

Then, there’s a crash and several loud thuds.

“Oh, officer, quick! He’s fallen!” Sylvia cries out, sounding frail for the first time since you met her.

Your feet carry you as fast they can down the rickety steps, coming upon the scene of Sylvia crouched over a motionless Adam. You fall to your knees on the cold concrete floor, assessing Adam quickly and methodically.

Adam was out cold but breathing. You take off your CPD gaiter to press to the wound on the side of his head, eliciting a soft groan from him.

“It’s alright, Ruze. I got you, we’ll get an ambo here.” You reassure, only receiving another moan in response. Picking up your radio, “Dispatch, 2213 in need of backup and an ambo to our last location, an officer is injured. A head wound.”

You wait, static is the only answer to your request. So you repeat it again, and again. Your stomach begins to sink with each passing moment. The basement was stopping you from calling for help, and you were stuck down there with someone you didn’t trust.

“What happened?” You ask Sylvia, noting that though she had her hand over her mouth in ‘shock’, her actual face showed no expression at all.

“I-...he just fell, I don’t know, he hit his head on the unit there.” She points to a scuffed, faded, display unit full of old china. However, as you look at the unit you can’t see any blood or any signs that it had been disturbed by the weight of Adam hitting it.

What you do notice is a golden bronze eagle statue laying a few feet across the basement floor from Adam. It was darker in spots, darker as though it had blood on it.

You couldn’t prove anything without taking a closer look, but you also couldn’t afford to let Sylvia know that you were beyond suspicious. You quickly avert your gaze, focusing on your partner once more, his eyes had half opened now.

“Hey, buddy.” You murmur, giving his arm a squeeze. “I need you to keep pressure on that wound for a sec, alright?” You ask, waiting for his confirmation of understanding.

“M’kay… Y/N, she-” He grumbles, you fix him with a look so as to stop him from talking, you figured he was about try and warn you about Sylvia, but you were already there. Instead, your partner returns to lifting a shaking hand to press to his own head with a small hiss. “Good, real good, Ruze. Just gimme a minute, I’ll be right back.”

There were too many variables. You had to make a decision. That decision was to detain Sylvia so you could leave the basement and radio for help.

You push up to full height, “Sylvia, I’m going to need you to stand-” As you turn to face Sylvia you’re cut off by the sound you knew all too well, the cocking of a gun. A gun that was now pointed at you.

Fuck, Y/L/N, you didn’t check for Adam’s weapon.

You stare at Sylvia, all your suspicions were now a reality and you were mad at yourself for not being harder on her, her age had well and truly stalled what would have been immediate caution and apprehension if it had been someone younger.

Your jaw clenches, shifting ever so slightly to stand directly in front of Adam, shielding his prone form on the floor. “Sylvia, I think you and I both know that pointing that gun at me is a big mistake. My partner is injured, and this house is now in our system and flagged, anything you try to do will only make things worse.”

Sylvia waves the gun gesturing downward, “I think you’ll do as you’re told, I’m sure you can guess by now what happens to people in my home who don’t obey the rules and give this house the love it needs. Sit down, officer, by your partner. There’s a good girl.”

You grit your teeth together, deciding you couldn’t risk trying to draw your weapon and giving Sylvia a motive to shoot. So you slowly sit on the cold floor of the basement, glaring as the old woman pushes forward, the gun never leaving the target of your head or your partner’s. Almost instantaneously the concrete makes your muscles tense and shiver, and you hear Adam’s chattering breaths on the ground beside you.

Satisfied you weren’t going to do anything, Sylvia bends awkwardly with her hip to pull your weapon out of its holster. You consider taking your chance to tackle her to the floor. You easily had muscle and speed on her, yet your surroundings did not give you ample opportunity to move or get help if something were to go wrong. You weren’t a fan of the decision, but you couldn’t risk Adam’s life like that.

You choose to instead trust that dispatch would try to check in, then they would contact Platt who would ultimately be pissed you hadn’t returned one of her patrol cars on time and come hunt you down. That, or somebody from Intelligence would notice Adam’s prolonged absence and come looking for him.

For the moment you’re resigned to watching Sylvia totter back up the creaking stairs with both weapons and the key to the door at the top.

Unsurprisingly you hear the door slam, and the clicking of a lock and bolt follow.

The first thing you do once you’re sure Sylvia isn’t coming back down those stairs is turn to Adam who offers you a sheepish smile, still pressing the gaiter firmly to his wound.

You sigh, checking him over as he chuckles with a pained wince, you couldn’t believe how calm he was - maybe he had several brain cells knocked loose.“Seriously, I’ve got us trapped down here and you’re giving me those doe eyes?”

Adams frowns, “Last I checked it was that old gal that got us locked in here. She saw me bending down for this…” Adam fishes in his trousers pocket, producing a gold chain with a pendant attached. “That’s how she got the drop on me.”

Your eyes widen at the revelation, the pendant was marked with an engraved “L”, it seemed a given that the L would stand for “Luzie”, Sylvia’s granddaughter.

You’re about to open your mouth again, but Adam knows what you’re about to ask, “I guess in the excitement of holding officers at gunpoint she forgot why she knocked my peanut loose in the first place.”

Frustration leaves you, kicking the dirt beneath your feet, “I should have been less patient with her, I should have knocked her on her ass. I shouldn’t have let you go down here alone with her.”

Adam scoots closer to you as best he can without letting go of his head, you reach out a hand to steady him, helping him lean against the wall. “Listen to me, you stayed up there where you should have to make sure nobody was coming in or out without our notice, you didn’t hand her that eagle, and you couldn’t have known she’d be so brazen… She already had me before you were even down the stairs, Y/N, so I don’t wanna hear anymore about it being your fault. Alright?”

There’s a pause as the realisation sinks in for Adam, feeling sorry for himself for getting caught off-guard, watching with some amusement as he groans again, “Man, she really got me good.”

You squeeze your arm around him gently, “I think she would have found a way no matter what, Ruze, don’t take it to heart, alright? How’re you feeling?”

“Like I got whacked in the head.” Adam retorts, meeting your unimpressed face he relents with an apologetic look, he knew you were worried for him.

“Sorry, it smarts but nothin’ I can’t handle.” The warmth of Adam’s hand on your arm makes your stomach flip, his reassuring hold burns through your shirt sleeve before he lets go again.

You try not to draw attention to your surprise at the contact, pushing yourself up to stand. “Well, for as long as you’re able to make your smart comments, I’m gonna see if there’s a way to get our radios to reach out of this godforsaken basement, or a way for me to go and get us help. Stay put.”

Adam wants to laugh at your lack of a request but rather an order, except laughing would hurt his brain, so he settles for a wry smile. “Yes, officer.” He quips, tickled by the roll of your eyes as you turn to start checking the walls of the basement for a window or alternate access point.

Adam’s starting to really feel the chill of the basement as he watches you move boxes and old bits of furniture away from the walls, he studies you with a pained expression, wishing he would stop feeling so dizzy so he could get up and help too.

“You okay over there?” Adam asks, trying to shimmy on his ass to not let his back and shoulders go to sleep, his butt already well past numb from the cold of the concrete.

You sigh, trying to not be annoyed by his concern, it was sweet and you know it was hard for him to keep still, “For the 4th time, I am absolutely fine, Ruze.”

He sighs, “Right.” Simmering in his own soup of thoughts until he feels compelled to open his mouth some more, “Y/N, I’m really sorry for everything, you know that right? I got so caught up with Intelligence, then I felt like I’d abandoned you, I didn’t know what to do with that, more time passed, and it just became this whole awkward thing.”

You stop your rummaging and periodical checking of your radio, something you were also surprised that Sylvia had forgotten to take - then again, people didn’t always consider everything when they were acting in a moment of rash behaviour.

With hands on your hips, you face your partner with an incredulous expression, “Adam, I have been trying to talk to you about this for weeks, and being trapped in a basement is the time you choose to circle back to it?”

Adam shrugs, “No time like the present, figured before we freeze or starve to death, I’d let you know that I know I’ve been a jerk.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, searching for the calm to not whack Adam yourself. “Please, pretty please can you just save for this for when we’re out? We’re not going to starve or freeze down here… God, even when you’re hurt you still find a way to be a little shit.”

Adam does smile now, gesturing nonchalantly with his free hand, “It’s why you love me, Y/N. Let’s not pretend it doesn’t charm you.”

You sigh, “Oh yeah, I love you because it’s really fun when you make things more difficult.”

Adam snorts, ignoring the stab of pain in his skull, “Ah, so you do love me then, didn’t deny that bit.”

The statement goes without an answer in return, falling back into ‘comfortable’ silence as you resume your hopeful task of finding something that will get you and Adam out of this. Finally settling at a tall storage unit, one that was somehow producing a particularly cold draught from behind it.

You brush your fingers behind the heavy mahogany, feeling the cold bite at your fingertips your heart picks up the pace. It certainly felt like something was concealed by the display unit, an open space to be precise.

“Adam, I think there’s something behind here.” You say it almost to yourself, afraid to declare it to the room should it lead nowhere.

“You need me to…?” Adam gestures in your direction, already trying to get to his feet with a slight grunt of surprise at just how unsteady he was.

“Will you please sit back down before you fall?” You chastise, taking quick strides to slip your arms around Adam and put him back on the ground.

“I know you want to help, but the best thing you can do is stay here and let me just worry about one thing at a time, alright?” Your voice loses its irritation, face softening as you can see the frustration on Adam’s face. Granted your irritation was because you were worried about him but you didn’t need to give him the attitude.

Your partner lets out a slight huff, “Okay, Y/N, yeah, I can do that. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, man. I know it’s not a great situation, I’d be pissed off too.”

Adam hums in acknowledgement, letting you wander back toward the display unit. It takes you a second to get your stance right, putting your weight into the side of the heavy wood as you push. Your boots crunch bits of concrete and gravel underfoot as you force the unit to one side with a noise of upheaval, revealing a blue door, metallic and rusting - the stench of death was stronger now.

End of Part 1 of /?

tags: @resanoona - @elius-learns-to-write - @dumb-fawkin-bitch

#chicago pd #one chicago #adam ruzek x reader #beware your elders

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samantha-chicago · 1 year

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Chicago Med Masterlist

Reaction (Will Halstead, Adam Ruzek x Everleigh Lindsay(OC))

Saving Him ( Reader x Adam Ruzek, Alvin Olinsky, Intelligence, Med)

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years

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Changes: Al Olinsky x Reader

Tagging @marij0oo

You were fighting with the vending machine when Al came across you. You’d been loaned out to Intelligence from Homicide for a couple of months, covering for Adam when he chose to disappear on an undercover assignment. You seemed to fit well with the team, often partnered up with Al who had mentored Adam throughout the duration of his tenure. There had been a little friction at first, he’d assumed he’d have to babysit you, but you had shown your worth during a particularly nasty encounter with a perp who’d nearly blown both your heads off. Things had been warmer since then, the two of you enjoyed each other’s company even if it was sitting in silence in the middle of a stake out.

The coffee from the vending machine was vile but after an early start and then the late night call out you were practically dead on your feet. The problem was your case just kept getting weirder and weirder, which in turn piqued your interest even more. The gears inside the machine grinded together, steam coiling out along with a few drops off dark liquid and nothing more.

“Fuck.” You uttered, slamming your palm against the machine.

“Woah, Woah calm down.” Al said approaching you with a cardboard cup holder in one hand. “I got you covered.”

Despite the fact you had both worked the exact same shift pattern over the past few days he looked bright and alert. There was a dark line of stubble across his cheeks. He’d changed into a midnight blue shirt that illumined the hues of his tanned skin. He’d rolled the sleeves up to the elbows, showing muscular forearms and a watch with a brown leather band that his daughter Lexi had bought him for birthday.

His salt and pepper hair was combed back behind his ears and tucked underneath his flat cap, those dark curls coming to rest at the base of his neck. You wondered if they would feel underneath your fingertips.

“Thought you could do with a pick me up, you know after finding that finger in the guy's fridge and all." Al reminded you, his dark gaze upon you as you removed your coffee cup from the cardboard housing. “It’s that chocolate thing with the caramel and the cream. Didn’t want the caffeine to rot your stomach.”

The scent was heavenly, you felt the tension roll off your shoulders as you took a sip. You hadn’t even known you wanted it but as soon as the sugared drink hit your bloodstream you found yourself sighing with contentment.

"I just got done with the wife…” Al informed you, leaning back against the wall. “The guy was an amputee wannabe. “Told me the guy used to strap it up and go out like that. He tried to drill his leg, freeze it... Anything to get the doctors to amputate it."

“That doesn’t explain him having a finger in his fridge when he has all ten still attached.” You pointed out, shaking your head in shock. “I can’t even imagine what it must feel like to want to chop off one of your own legs.”

Al’s gaze lowered to your legs and huffed out a breath. The way they looked clad in those skin-tight jeans made his own Levi’s tighten just a little. Shapely calves that gave way to athletic thighs and that perfect ass, rounded just like a peach he wanted to sink his teeth into…

“You got good legs.” He said taking a swig of his green tea, in an attempt to distract himself.

Working with you had become a game of small distractions, one that he thought he may be losing. Since his separation from Meredith, he had barely looked at another woman, but there was something about you that seared into his brain. He tried to hide it, tried to shove it away into a tiny box in his head however simply being in your proximity was enough to engage him. He’d tried to fight it at first, keeping his distance, putting up a cold front but then that asshole had got the drop on him, and you’d been there like a damn knight in shining armour before the bullet had even had a chance to leave the gun. He knew he would have been dead that day if it wasn’t for you.

Knowing that awakened something deep inside of him, a fierce desire, a need. He hadn’t been with a woman since Meredith and even that had been over a year ago. He’d forgotten what it felt like to yearn for someone, to crave them. His skin prickled with electricity as a wicked smile curved across your face. It felt like his heart stopped in his chest. He wanted to reach out and touch you, to run his fingertips through your hair.

"I bet the boys have a hard time keeping up with you, huh?" he said, touching the rim of his flat cap and tilting it down even lower.

“I’m not really interested in boys; I prefer men with experience.” You told him with a raised eyebrow.

Al cleared his throat gruffly, his hand grasping his takeaway cup even tighter. That feeling was back, that deviant rush of heat he felt whenever he was in your presence. He’d thought the attraction was one sided, he was twenty years your senior for Christ’s Sake, but that chemistry was there, fierce and undeniable. The fact that you felt it too…

That changed things. That changed a lot of things.

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fanficsforfun · 2 years

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Has anyone seen some fics where someone of the guys from Chicago P.D is calming down the reader who’s afraid of cops ‘cause she’s seen or heard or whatever them being rough and thinks he’s gonna hurt her?

I could write a such fic myself but I was hoping someone else might already have done it. If so, please let me know

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 4 years

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Title: Partners On And Off The Clock

Gif credit @imthehoneyyourethebee

Requested by @littlehalliewho. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for requesting.

Happy Reading Dollies

Taglist: @nocturnalherb16. @jesseswartzwelder

You know, keeping any secret is hard? Well try keeping that secret from your boss and friends/coworkers that you're not fucking one of their friends/coworker while seeing them everyday. Did I mention that the coworker you're fucking is also your partner. No, it's not really that hard. Nah, totally cool.

Try again on that.

"Your cheeks are really red today". Erin observed you as you poured a cup of coffee.

"It's a little warm in here". You tried covering it up.

"Not that warm. So spill, who is it"?

"What are you talking about"? You nervously chuckled.

"Well, yesterday you came in all cutesy and last week you had about four hickeys on your neck. So there is someone and you need to give me details".

"Erin, there's no one".

"Bull. Tell me. I want to meet him".

"Fine, he's really handsome and hes so smart. Super sweet, so funny and kind. God, the lips on that man melts me everytime he touches me. I cant get enough of him". You gushed, biting your lip.

"Awwww, you're in love".

"Stop". You laughed, shrugging it off.

"I know you so well, Y/N. You love this guy and you know it".

"Okay. I really like him but it can't go anywhere. Just spending some time together and that's it". You said as Alvin came in, his coffee cup in hand.

"So what's the drama today? Adam, staple his ass to the chair again"? Alvin made you spit out your coffee. It landed all over you and the table. You and Erin busted out laughing.

"Wow. No. Our little Y/N here has a boyfriend". Erin told Alvin before you could open your mouth.

"Is that so? Is he the one that's been giving you those hickeys". Alvin brushed your hair from your neck ,to show a slight purple spot below your ear.

"Okay. Stop. Enough with my love life and my neck. He's a guy that I like and that's all. Now please let's get back to work". You huffed and went back to your desk.

"She's in love with him".

"Really? How can you tell"? Alvin asked Erin.

"Well, for one she's is gushing over this guy and she admitted to me that she does in fact love him. But they cant go anywhere with the relationship".

"Hmm. Wonder why"? Alvin sipped his coffee.

"Don't know. But I hope he doesnt break her heart or I'll break his neck". Erin warned as she went back to her desk. Alvin followed.

You were being assigned to a robbery by yourself, your partner had things to take care of before coming to the scene.

Getting out of the car you saw the uniforms on the scene and went to speak to them before going inside.

"Who called it in"?

"The owner after he became conscious. The suspect hit him with a can of corn and bolted after he got the money".

"Well that's sweet of him. He didnt want to go to prison for a murder charge". You say before going into the store.

The place was trashed, the security tapes were being processed and finger prints were being done. You just looked over the scene and talked to the owner and witnesses.

"Did he have any tattoos or scars"?

"Ma'am, I was to worried about the .38 pointed at my face than looking at him. Sorry". The owner huffed.

"That's okay. The tapes will show us something and we'll get the guy. Don't worry". You reassured him and went to your car. Just as your partner pulled up.

"Hey". You say as you handed him your notes.

"Thanks. Sorry I couldn't make it on time. I had something to do".

"Its fine. There's nothing really for us to do. The officers on scene had everything covered. So I guess we can go".

"Alright, um. Can you ride with me for a minute"? He asked, looking around.

"Okay"? You were confused but got in his car and he drove off.

"Y/N, Erin told me what you said".

"Al, I know what you said when we started. We could never have this outside of the bedroom. I'm okay with that".

"No you're not. I know that. I want us to be something more so that's why i went to get these". Alvin handed you a yellow envelope.

"Divorce papers"?

"Yeah, I want something real with you and I know that getting a divorce will be the first step". Alvin pulled into a empty parking lot.

"If you're not ready, I dont want to pressure you".

"I'm ready. I want a life with you. I want you to be able to introduce me to your friends and parents as your boyfriend".

"Al, are you sure? This is a big step. We'll have to tell Voight and he'll assign us a different partner. I like being with you".

"But this means we can go out with friends and have a peaceful relationship. Not have to hide and have to worry that someone is going to find out".

"You're right. I want that more than anything. I'm so happy". You squealed, leaning over the console and kissing Alvin's neck.

"Are we celebrating right now"? He smirked.

"Maybe". You both quickly undid your pants and you got on top of him.

"I love you, Alvin". You said between kissing his lips.

"I love you too". He wrapped his hands in your hair and kissed you hard.

It was uncomfortable in the car but you were getting use to it, since that's mainly where you two had your sexy time.

"Fuck". You moaned as you sunk down on his cock. His bit his bottom lip, his hands on your hips as you started rocking your hips.

The car started rocking hard, the alarm went off. Alvin quickly shut it off as you giggled. It was so funny.

"I think the car is trying to get us caught, that's the third time it's done that". Alvin grunted.

"Let it, we're out now. Nothing to hide". You took your shirt off and put your breasts in Alvin's face.

"Definitely not". He mumbled against your skin.

You grabbed his shirt collar in your hands as you rode him. Alvin brought his lips to yours.

"I'm glad you're mine".

"Me too. Now I'll have to fight of the younger dudes for sure".

"No you won't. I have my anti-young guy propellant on. Only you can get near me". You gasped out when Alvin took over and quickened his pace.

He bucked his hips into you, driving his long hard cock deep into you. Making your orgasm build and build until you came crashing around his. Clenching around him, squeezing his cock.

"Fucking hell". Alvin growled as he was about to cum. He quickly pulled out and came on his stomach. You slid your pussy lips over his cock to help him release.

"Next time you're coming in me". You sighed a happy sigh as you got off him with a kiss to his lips.

"Why couldn't I now"?

"We have work to do and I dont feel like having you dripping down my leg or making my panties soaked. I mean they're already soaked everytime I think about you. So that's all the time. But it wouldn't be professional".

"We just fucked on the clock in a police car so I dont think that would be the problem". Alvin chuckled as he buckled his pants up.

"Funny. We should be getting back. They probably figured it out by now. Especially Erin, she is dead set on finding out who my mystery guy is".

"Let's see how long it will take her. This should be fun". Alvin kissed your lips and took his hand in yours, heading back to the station.

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wellimaginethat · 4 years

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Secret Admirer

Pairing: Alvin Olinsky x (female) Reader

Word Count: 1822

Author’s Note: So this is my first time writing for dear Alvin, I never thought of writing for him before I was asked if I would consider it, but not because I don’t love his character, I just worried that I wouldn’t get him right, so please let me know.

Trigger Warning(s): Language, mention of a case involving bombs

Disclaimer: I don’t owe nor am I affiliated with any of the Chicago shows, I just like to play with the characters

Summary: Y/N Y/LN is a badass police officer with the bomb squad. Alvin Olinsky has admired her from afar, never really talking much to her despite the one time that Intelligence worked with her department. Well when she’s transferred to Intelligence, she thinks he doesn’t trust her and confronts him.

Y/N = Your Name

Y/LN = Your Last Name

He admired you from afar. A quiet distance. He thought you didn’t notice him.

He was impressed by your skill set, it seemed like you could do it all. You were smart, strong, and beautiful.

Alvin found himself incredibly impressed by you, and he admired you. He wasn’t sure if it was just that he thought you were cool or if he had started to form a crush on you.

You had only ever exchanged a handful of words to each other, the one time your unit teamed with Intelligence for a case. While working with Intelligence, it just seemed like you naturally fit with the team.

You ended up being the one to crack the case and actually take the guy down, and that was when he became impressed by you. You were a woman that didn’t need a man to protect her.

So after that case, he admired you from afar. He’d see you in passing every once in a while and you’d give him a polite smile, but he never said anything to you.

“We have a new addition to the team, transferring over from the Bomb Squad.” The moment those words left Voight’s mouth, Alvin began wondering if it would be you or one of your teammates. He hoped it was you, but at the same time he didn’t want it to be you. He didn’t know how he’d work with you, not with whatever he felt towards you going on. Whether it was just admiration of your work or an actual crush, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to talk to you and not seem stupid.

And that was when you walked in, smiling like always. He didn’t know how you could do what you do and still stay happy, it was just another thing that he admired.

“This is Officer Y/LN.” Voight stated. “I’m sure you all remember her from that case a few months back.”

“Hell yeah, she’s a badass.” Jay was the first to speak up, standing up and walked over to you to shake your hand.

His comment only made your smile grow. “Well thank you, Halstead, right?” You asked as you shook his hand.

“Right.” Jay nodded.

“Glad you two seem to get along because you’ll be partners.” Voight informed the two of you.

You nodded to him. “Alright.”

“Cool.” Jay said as he took a seat at his desk again. “So partner, tell us about yourself. We know you’re a badass, but what else?”

You laughed some and shrugged. “There’s not really to tell, honestly. I’m divorced, have been for about a year now, and that pretty much sums up my entire life.”

Jay frowned. “Well that’s sad.”

You laughed again and shook your head. “Not really, dirty bastard used to sleep around behind my back while I was at work.”

Jay snorted. “You got any kids?”

“I have a dog that thinks he’s my kid.” You told him with another small laugh. “His name is Milo.”

Jay nodded some. “Well this has been interesting.”

“Are you two done playing twenty questions? We have work to do.” Voight’s voice stopped you just short of a sarcastic reply. “You can get acquainted with your new team later.” He told you.

You nodded to him. “Yes sir.” You switched to all business, serious and stoic.

As the case went on, you took notice that Alvin would keep looking at you. You assumed it was because he was judging you, and took it personally.

So after the case was closed, you cornered him after you thought everyone else had left. “Do you have a problem with me?” You asked him, frowning and full on glaring at him.

If he thought he would have trouble talking to you before, being on the receiving end of your icy glare made it that much harder. “No?”

“Then why the hell have you been watching me? Checking up on everything I’ve been doing?” You asked, crossing your arms and leaving absolutely no wiggle room. He couldn’t help but think that you would be a phenomenal interrogator.

“I haven’t been.” Alvin tried to talk his way out of it, remain cool but under your glare that was hard to do, he was certain you’d be able to get anyone to crack.

“Yes you have.” You huffed, keeping your voice level and low, it was an intimidation tactic you picked up over the years.

“Is there a problem out here?” Voight asked, stepping outside his office after noticing you glaring at Alvin through the windows.

“Seems like Olinsky doesn’t trust me.” You said, turning to face Voight, arms still crossed.

Voight was silent for a moment, his eyes trained on you. “I’m sure it’s just because you’re new to the team.” He replied curtly, leaving no room for argument as he headed back into his office, shutting the door.

You turned back to Alvin. “Stop double checking everything I do.” You said pointedly, huffing as you stormed out.

Alvin ran a hand over his face, so much for admiring you from afar.

You went to Molly’s after leaving and noticed your new partner sitting there. “Can I buy you a beer?” You asked him.

Jay turned to you and nodded. “I’ll never turn down a free beer.” He said, motioning to the empty barstool next to him. “So partner, how are you liking it with Intelligence? Think you’ll stick around and kick it with us some more?”

You nodded slowly, pondering over your thoughts as you stared at your hands on the bar.

Jay watched you before bumping your arm with his. “What’s going on?”

You looked at him with a raised brow. “What do you mean?”

“I might not know you real well yet, but I can tell somethings bothering you.” Jay commented. “Come on, you can tell me, we’re partners.”

You laughed some but stopped short and sighed. “I know I’m new, but I thought that maybe everyone would be a little more welcoming and not so distrusting. You know, since I have teamed with you guys before.”

Jay nodded slowly. “And by everyone you mean…?” He trailed off, because everyone seemed to be nice to you.

“Olinsky.” You huffed, a frown gracing your features. “He’s been watching me and double checking everything I do like he doesn’t trust me.”

Jay watched you for a moment before laughing.

“What?” You asked, frowning at him now.

He took a sip of his beer and shook his head. “He’s not watching you because he doesn’t trust you.”

Your frown only deepened. “Then why is he watching me?”

“He’s admiring you.” Jay laughed.

Your cheeks heated up and you shook your head. “Impossible. You’re wrong.”

Jay continued to chuckle and shook his head. “I’m not. If you need someone else to confirm it, just ask his partner.” He motioned to Adam who was just down the bar from the two of you.

“I think I will.” You replied simply as you picked your drink up, stood up, and walked over to Adam. “Hey Ruzek.” You started sweetly with a smile.

He looked at you and raised a brow. “Yes, Y/LN?”

“Can I sit?” You asked, motioning to the seat.

He nodded slowly. “Be my guest.”

You took a seat and turned to face him. “Can I ask you a question?”

“You just did. Two actually.” Adam commented with a smirk but then nodded. “Sure, go ahead.”

“Your partner, Olinsky, what’s his deal?” You asked, not beating around the bush whatsoever.

Adam looked at you for a moment. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what’s his deal?” You asked again, huffing a bit. “He’s been watching me.”

“I’m sure that’s not-” You cut him off by holding up a hand in a stopping motion.

“Save it.” You said. “I already know he’s been watching me, I want to know why.”

“You’re new.” Adam tried.

You narrowed your eyes. “Is that it? I’m new and he doesn’t trust me?”

Adam watched you for a moment, trying to figure out what the best strategy would be in this situation. “I think you should talk to him about this.”

“I tried and that got me nowhere, he just denied everything.” You told him.

Adam sighed, uncomfortable with this whole thing, he didn’t want to betray his partner but he also didn’t want to get on your bad side, especially if you were planning on sticking around. “He admires you.”

You frowned. “That’s the same thing Jay said.”

Adam only nodded and turned back to his beer.

“Why?” You asked.

“Why not?” Adam asked. “He just thinks you’re cool. After that case you helped us on, with the serial bomber, he told me all about how you took the guy down and how it was an amazing feat.”

You frowned again. “Really?”

He nodded. “Really. I’m not trying to get him in trouble here, but I think the only reason he’s been watching you is because he’s amazed by you. Which is saying something because I don’t think I’ve ever seen him amazed by anyone before.”

You couldn’t help the small smile on your face. “Huh.”

“What?” Adam asked, looking at you.

You shook it off. “Nothing.” You finished your drink before going home.

The next day after work, you stopped him as he was getting ready to leave. “Hey Olinsky, wait.” You jogged over to him.

He looked at you, wondering if you were upset again.

“I’m sorry.” You told him. “About last night.”

Alvin nodded slowly.

“Can I ask you something though?” You asked after a moment, a bit nervous, which threw him off because he didn’t think you ever felt nervous. You continued after he nodded. “Why were you watching me?” You asked in a much nicer tone than you had the night prior.

“You’re a good cop.” He told you. “Actually a great one. You’re great at your job, not only from what I’ve seen but from what I’ve read.”

You tilted your head. “You read about me?”

Alvin nodded. “I read your file.” He cleared his throat, looking away from you and towards the door.

You hesitated. “I’m sorry, I’m keeping you.” You felt bad for keeping him since he seemed like he was in a rush to leave.

He shook his head and turned his attention back to you. “You’re not.” He assured you softly, then sighed. “I’m sorry I was watching you.”

“Don’t be.” You brushed it off. “Halstead and Ruzek said it was cause you were admiring me.”

“I was.” He admitted, causing you to look at him wide eyed. “Why wouldn’t I? Like I said, you’re a great cop.”

“Is that the only reason?” You asked softly, looking at him, unsure what you wanted the answer to be.

He shrugged his shoulders slightly. “I honestly don’t know.”

You smirked a bit. “You wanna grab a beer?”

He smiled at you and nodded. “Yeah, sounds good.”

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