#jay x hailey

[amsgrey]

Clouds

resquested by @rainechase45

warnings: descriptions of a car accident/crash, reader sustaining mild injuries in said crash, mention of blood and broken bones (not in-depth), description of hypothermia + hypothermia-related symptoms, reader really just going thru it in every way, metaphors for death, very bad metaphor writing

Authors Note: I got about 2000 words into this before i remembered that americans have different cars to kiwis. Hopefully, any mistakes are fixed but if they're not, it's because kiwis drive on the left side of the road not the right. 

When you first got your driver's permit, Will and Jay wouldn't let you drive without them. Even though you had completed the course and passed the driving test, they still didn't want you driving alone. Which wasn't an issue really, when you didn't have your own car anyway.

Now you have had your license for almost ten months. Will let you borrow his car from time to time. Today was one of those days. A friend from school lived outside of the city and Will had let you borrow his car to go see them. The drive was only about 45 minutes, not too long with your music blasting. Will and Jay were both working late, so you stayed for dinner with your friend and then started the drive home. It was 7 pm at least by the time you hit the road. The temperature was already 8 °F and only grew colder.

You always hated driving at night and in the rain, but both at the same time was a nightmare. It wasn't just rain now, sleet came down so hard and fast your wipers hardly had time to keep up. Driving in these conditions was dangerous, even for experienced drivers. So you slowed down, turned down the music and tried to limit the distractions. If you crashed Will's car he would never let you drive ever again.

Even with the wipers at full speed and your high beam lights on, the sleet made it near impossible to see. There was no one else on the road, at least, not in front of you. There was an SUV behind you in the left lane, you caught glimpses of its shape through the sleet every now and again. They were going much faster than you were, steadily becoming a larger shadow in your mirror. Eventually, you could see their lights fully in your mirrors. You let out a grumble as you realized they too had their high beams on. Flipping the tab on your rearview mirror didn't change the fact the wing mirrors were blinding you too.

"What on earth," You groaned, the only other car on the road, the only one you had seen in the last 20 minutes was burning holes in your eyes.

Everything changed so quickly. The SUV was speeding up, gaining speed even against all the wind and sleet. Then the car was hydroplaning on the ice and sleet on the road, it swung out of control, swerving from their lane and into your own. You couldn't look away from the mirror, watching in horror as the car kept spinning out of control. It slammed into the side of your car, hitting hard against your door as it pushed you off the road. Both of your cars slid down a bank, only coming to a stop when there was nowhere else to go.

You could feel the seat belt cutting into your chest, you wanted to claw it away but it wouldn't budge. The glass from the now smashed window was cutting through your skin, on your face, your arm, even a few pieces had cut their way through your jeans.

The cold was what kept you conscious. It flooded into your car, breaking the bubble of warmth and ripping away any sense of comfort you had seconds earlier. You weren't sure if it was tears or blood running down your face, but either way, you tried to clear your mind. There was a first aid kit in the glove box, one Will had made, if you could reach it you could help yourself. 

You forced yourself to go through the checklist Will ingrained in you. Starting with your head, you made note of the concussion you likely had, then your neck, whiplash for sure. Your chest next, which was in pain from the seatbelt, but nothing else you could tell for now. Your left arm was broken, but that was a problem for another time. Your legs were squished, but you should move your feet and toes without any pain. That was as good as it was going to get, you had to get out of here. The longer you stay in here, with the sleet soaking through your clothes, the longer you put yourself at risk. 

With a bit of wiggling and stubbornness, you managed to unclip the seatbelt. It didn’t move much, but with it not so tight you could now push it away from you and start the process of wiggling out of your seat. You climbed over the center console, taking your time to avoid smashed glass or hurting yourself further. Once in the passenger seat, you pulled open the glove box, dragging out the kit and rummaging through it. You ripped open one of the gauze packets, pressing it to the left side of your forehead, the sting causing you to hiss. You continued anyway, forcing yourself to open the plastic package with a sling in it. You forced the knot over your neck. Sucking in a deep breath you forced yourself to move your arm into the sling, clenching your jaw in until the pain subsided. After ten minutes of breathing through the pain, you decided enough was enough. You had to move, even if you didn’t want to, you had too. 

Throwing open the door, you forced yourself out into the weather. The first aid kit stayed tucked under your arm so that you could help the other car. Walking up the incline was harder than getting out of the car, the pain from your arm and the other scrapes and bruises weighed you down. One step at a time. One foot after another. Eventually you made it to the driver's door. The windscreen was smashed, webbed cracks making it impossible to see through. You reached for the handle on the driver side, using it to steady yourself the last few steps then yanking it open. Inside, the driver was hunched over his steering wheel. 

“Hey,” You tried to shake his shoulder, but he didn’t respond, “Please, no.” 

You took a deep breath, then placed two fingers to the man's coritod, trying to calm the sound of your own heartbeat to feel the man. 

10 seconds passed. 

20.

30. 

Nothing. No Pulse. No Signs of Life. 

You pulled your hand away slowly, as if not to disturb him. 

“I’m so sorry,” You pulled away, stumbling a few steps back. 

By now, you could guess it had been almost half an hour. Half an hour in the sleet and rain, with no coat, no dry clothes. No one would be able to see you from the road, there was no barrier or break in a fence. No one could see you.  You were at risk, you knew any longer out here would kill you. You had to call for help. Forcing yourself to walk back down the slope to your car was hell. Your entire body shook, every time you took a step, your legs shook and you had to take extra time to steady yourself. When you finally got back to where you started, the passenger side door, you used your right arm to pull yourself back into the car. You had left your phone in the holder on the 

 There were no lights on in your car, nor the other one, so you had to search with light from the moon and strained eyes. You patted down the floor of the passenger side, nothing. Leaning over the console you tried the driver side. Avoiding the mangled parts was hard, no wonder your leg was scratched up and sore. Eventually your fingers found an irregularity, your phone face down on the ground. You yanked it up, pulling it to your face and trying to turn it on. With the screen facing you, you could see the damage. It was like it had been through a blender, the only intact part of the phone being your case. It was useless. A glorified paperweight. 

“Fuck!” 

40 minutes in these wet clothes. You had never been so cold in your life. It was as if there was no heat left in the world, the comfort of warmth was a fleeting memory. The aggressive shivering was making it hard to do anything, but you were more worried about what would happen when you stopped shivering. Growing up in Chicago, with a doctor brother, meant you heard all about how hypothermia could sneak up on a person. Most people didn't see it coming, didn’t know the signs. You were painfully aware of them. 

The racing heart. Tachycardia. 

The cold white fingers. Your body pulling blood from your extremities to protect your core.

Next it would be the brain fog, shock, the feeling of being overheated. There was no telling when it could strike. 

The other driver's phone. 

A lightbulb went off, literally. 

If you wanted to survive, you had to get back to the other driver. You had to fight. 

Finding the driver's phone felt like grave robbing. You could see it sitting in his cup holder. Some kind of miracle it hadn’t bounced out. You had to lean over the man to get the phone, trying not to move him or touch the blood that was staining his clothes. With the phone in hand, you gripped it with two hands to press the power button and activate the emergency call. You pressed the phone to your ear, it rang twice. 

“911, what is your emergency?” 

“I was in an accident,” You answered, “I need an ambulance.” 

“Can you tell me where you are?”

“I- I don’t know. I’m not shivering anymore. I’m not shivering.” 

Your arm dropped, phone tumbling into the snow on the ground. 

“It’s not cold anymore.” 

“Dispatch, we’re going to need a Medevac.” 

“Hey kid,” The paramedic was trying to keep you alert, “Not far from a hospital, okay?”

“It’s too hot,” You slurred, strapped to the gurney in preparation of the Medevac, covered in foil safety blankets. 

“I know, love,” The woman was so nice, her voice was so soothing. “Just hold on a little longer, yeah?” 

You could hear the sound of the helicopter approaching, a steady rhythm. It grew louder and louder. it  felt as if it was taking the rhythm from your heart, as the helicopter got louder you could feel your heart getting quieter. 

The deafening sound and the wind that came from the chopper made you feel like you were hallucinating. The whole time as you waited for help, half conscious in the snow. It was nothing much at first, shooting stars, the moon glowing brighter and brighter. Then it was Will’s voice, Jay’s humming. All the things that reminded you of warmth, of that all encompassing feeling. 

Holding onto your own consciousness was like trying to hold onto a cloud. You could just see it, sense it, but physically touching it, holding it… it was nearly impossible. 

A moment of clarity had you reeling it in, forcing your eyes open. 

Inside the chopper was just as loud. But more hectic. A symphony of chattering radios, yelling voices and beeping machines. 

“My brother,” You croaked. 

“Don’t speak, kid,” The Medevac paramedic was a different man, older than the paramedic from before. He looked like a dad. 

“My brother, Doctor Halstead… Chicago Med.” 

The man's face was out of focus, but you could see the realization on it. He knew what you were asking. 

He turned to the other body in the back of the shopper, the one that was just a blur of blue shapes, “Get him on the radio now.” 

He looked back at you, “What’s your name kid?” 

You whispered it back to him, voice raw and mouth dry. You felt like you were drenched in sweat. Everything was burning. The clouds in your mind were getting further and further away, but you forced yourself to hold tight to consciousness. You needed to talk to Will. You had to talk to him. 

“My name's Tom,” The paramedic was placing headphones over your ears, adjusting the mic so that your voice might reach it, “I’ve got you, alright, kid? Just take it easy.” 

The other person was speaking, explaining something. You could hear the bass of his voice through the headphones, like he was speaking inside your head. But he might as well have been speaking another language, because nothing he said made any sense. Your eyes were so tired, burning from the lights inside the chopper, even though you knew they were as low as they could go. Light flares made it impossible to focus, everything blending and swirling in a sickening live painting. Nothing was peaking through those clouds now. They were dark, cold, and sinister. The ones that roll through right before a thunderstorm, before everything went haywire. 

But then there was sun, a beam of warmth that basked you in calmness. 

“Hey, sweetheart.” Will. The warmth that kept you safe. 

If you had been in your right state of mind, you would be able to hear the strain in his voice, the pure anguish. But you didn’t. All your brain could comprehend was that he was there. 

“I love you,” You whispered, not sure if it would be heard. 

Tom repeated your words, mumbling something about numbers or stats dropping. 

“I love you too.” Will replied, “I love you so much. I will always-” 

Will cleared his throat, it registered somewhere in the very back of your mind now. He was crying. 

“I will love you, forever. No matter what happens, sweetheart.” 

Will didn’t call you sweetheart anymore. It was always squirt. Sweetheart was what he called you as a child, the nickname that fizzled out when you turned 10 and having a hovering older brother was embarrassing. Again, that feeling of warmth returned. The feeling of lying in the sun after a swim, letting it dry you and warm you slowly. It was calm, gentle, nurturing. The warmth that made plants grow and flowers bloom. That you had spent your whole life with. Will was the sun in your family. Warm, nurturing and oh so loving. Always there, reliable and steady. If Will was the sun, then Jay was the moon. That Light that guided you through the dark. The one that brought coolness, serenity and wiseness. Jay was the one that kept you calm. Taught you to stand on your own two feet, to fight. The moon was always there, every single night. Sometimes it hid, keeping its light hidden, but it was always watching. 

Your brothers, your lifelines. 

The steady thrum of the helicopter was growing silent. Replaced with a ringing that pulled you into a clear empty and dark sky.

There were no more clouds. There was nothing. 

Will was on the roof as soon as he got word the chopper was getting close. The fear and anxiety that ran through his blood was making it hard for him to focus. He was standing by with strict orders not to intervene. When Goodwin had heard what was happening, she had made sure WIll knew that he could not be involved in treatment at all. No matter what, he could only watch. 

“I got this, Will,” Marcel assured Will. Marcel was a brother, he knew what it was like to worry over his sister. 

“I know,” Will responded, the words meant nothing. Nothing anyone could say would stop the thumping of his heart, the fear in his veins. 

As the chopper landed, Will watched Marcel and the trauma nurses run in, a practiced team. The hand-off was smooth as it could be, then everyone was running back inside, headed to the ED. Elevator rides with patients were always slow and nerve racking, now was no different. The Helipad was only a few floors above the ED, the distance was hardly far enough to feel as long as it was. 

“Baghdad's free” Maggie called as they barrelled into the ED. Marcel started barking orders, calling stats, medications. Will had done the routine before, thousands of times. Now, watching from outside the room,everything felt foreign and new. 

Marcel and Trinny cut off your damp clothes, replacing them with warm blankets and heat packs. 

“Temp check?” 

“61.2. Heart rates dropping. 62, 56, 43…” 

Maggie grabbed Will's arm, pulling him back as the monitors flatlined. 

“Get me an amp of epi!” 

"Epi’s in.” 

“Hold compressions…” 

“No pulse.” 

“Resume compressions.”

Will looked at his watch, the minutes were ticking by. 

“Alright,” Crockett switched with Asher on compressions, taking a step back, “Temps up to 63…” 

“It’s been ten minutes,” Asher said through compressions, “Should we try ECMO?” 

Marcel turned to Will, not for permission, but to see if he was following. THe face that Marcel saw was full of hopelessness. This wasn’t Will Halstead the ED Doc, it was Will Halstead the big brother. 

“Maggie?” 

“On it, Marcel,” Maggie stepped away from Will barking her own orders at nurses. 

How is this happening? 

Nothing else could take up space in WIll’s mind. Why was this happening? 

This morning when you had left, you showed Will the weather forecast, telling him it would be cold and rainy, that you would take your time and go slow. He knew you would too. You hated driving in the rain, so you were always alert. 

This morning, you had dropped him at work and yelled out the window, “Don’t kill anyone!” Before cackling and driving away.

You were so full of life when he last saw you. 

Now all he saw was a limp body that shared your face. 

“Will?” Jay's voice from across the ED. 

Will wasn’t just your big brother. He was Jay's too. At that moment, he knew Jay needed him. 

Will stepped away from the treatment room, intercepting Jay before he could get too close. 

“Listen to me,” Will pulled him aside, grabbing his shoulders, “You don’t want to see her right now. Marcel and Asher are working on her, they have it handled.” Lies. They were lies, or half-truths, either way, Will didn’t believe them. 

“How did this happen?” 

The Halstead brothers didn’t cry much, but now the both of them were tearing up. The fear of losing the light of their lives was weighing them both down. 

“That’s not important right now,” Will forced himself to say, “Right now, all that matters is she is getting treatment.” 

Jay nodded, he pulled out of Will’s grasp and turned to Hailey. She had watched the whole exchange, but Will hadn’t seen her until now. She looked like she might cry too. The same thoughts circling in the Halstead brothers minds were circling in her own. 

“She’s strong,” Hailey croaked out, “She’ll be okay. When she wakes up, she’ll have us, and she’ll be okay.” 

Will smiled at his sister-in-law. She really meant it, her belief giving Will something tangible to hold onto. If Hailey saw the way out, he would too. 

“I got a pulse!” 

The beeping of machines never sounded so sweet. A steady even beat. 

Will hadn’t prayed in so long, but he let slip, “Thank you, God.” A silent prayer followed. 

Where there was once nothing, now there was a wide blue sky, littered with meager clouds. They weren’t the ones that looked like faces or shapes, they were so small that they almost blended into the sky. But they were there. You could see them, feel them. God help you, you were going to reach them. 

The sun was out today too, a warm glow that set the perfect temperature. A spring morning with the first blooming flowers. The moon was there too, a watery reflection against the blue. It felt so serene here. The sun was calling to you, warming you in its embrace. You chose then, this would not be your goodbye to the sun and moon. 

Opening your eyes was the hardest challenge of the day. It was harder than walking up that slope, or staying conscious in the helicopter. Your body screamed for sleep, but you were too stubborn. You had to see the sun. 

“Will, Jay, get in here.” 

A warm hand on the side of your face, another one cradling your hand so gently. 

“We’re here, sweetheart.” 

“We’re not going anywhere.” 

This time they were real. When your eyes focused, there were your brothers. Your warmth on a cold day, the light on a dark night. When your eyes fluttered shut again, you knew they would watch over you, keep you tethered. You weren’t fearful of what would happen this time, they were looking out for you.

#jay halstead x reader #chicago pd imagine #halstead!sister #chicago med #jay halstead x sister!reader #will halstead #jay halstead #will halstead x reader #chicago med x reader #chicago pd x reader #chicago fire imagine #chicago med imagine #chicago fire x reader #chicago pd #one chicago x reader #one chicago #one chicago imagine #jay halstead imagine #will halstead x sister!reader #jay x hailey

[renegadesstuff]

THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER 🥺🤍

#chicago pd #hailey upton #upstead #jay halstead #jay and hailey #hailey and jay #jay x hailey #hailey x jay #chicago pd series #chicago pd edit #chicago pd rewatch #chicago pd season 8 #8x14 #safe #upstead forever

[imjustwritingg]

i miss you, i’m sorry

Hi friends! The season premiere of PD was rough to say the least for the Upstead fandom, so here is a post-ep fix-it/rewrite of it because in no universe do Hailey and Jay not end up together. Hope you enjoy! 💕

The title for this fic is taken from the song, “I miss you, I’m sorry” by Gracie Abrams.

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#upstead #hailey upton #jay halstead #chicago pd #upstead fic #upstead fanfiction #hailey x jay #jay x hailey #upstead forever #new fic

[go-to-two]

A Little Bit of You and a Little Bit of Me

Hailey has had pregnancy scares in the past- one or two, over the years- but none have felt like this. This is different. She wants this.

--Seven snapshots in becoming parents

Hello! This is very unlike anything I have really wanted to write in the past, but the idea rattled around in my head until I just went for it. I'm going to blame the multiple pregnant people I have had in my life this year. If you're not into a pregnancy story, this probably isn't the one for you! I have some very, very vague descriptions of medical stuff, but never graphic. It's broken up into seven sections, and I'll put the week of pregnancy as the header. It is set in the universe of the show, but the details don't really matter. Canon is unimportant here. Happy reading!

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#upstead fanfiction #upstead fic #upstead #jay x hailey #hailey x jay #jay halstead #hailey upton #chicago pd #a little bit fic

[anniesardors]

superstar (desperately in love with you)

Summary: a "one more song" sequel oneshot where Hailey surprises Jay on tour

AN: Two months later, it’s one more song day again! Hi friends! Long time no see. I’m happy to be back with a special oms sequel oneshot in honor of a dear friend’s birthday! I hope Rockstar Jay helps brighten your Monday! Thanks for reading!

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#upstead #upstead fic #upstead fanfiction #chicago pd #jay halstead #hailey upton #jay x hailey #hailey x jay #anniesardors writes #one more song fic

[tvshowscouples]

Reblog if you are Team Upstead

#upstead #jay and hailey #hailey and jay #halstead and upton #upton and halstead #jay halstead #hailey upton #jesse lee soffer #tracy spiridakos #chicago pd #jay x hailey #hailey x jay #halstead x upton #upton x halstead #team upstead

[cpd5777]

“She hasn't been protected a day in her life. Doesn't know that she can be, that she should be.”

I just do not understand how a show and a writer’s room that has been building this protection arc for Hailey from literally her first DAY on the show would find that it makes any sense at all to do this.

I get that Jay is not coming back and they want some kind of fresh slate or “phoenix rising from the ashes” story for Hailey now. That they want to start fresh (I don’t agree with it, but I see that’s their current ridiculous angle).

Thinking we’ll believe she’ll emerge from this stronger and better is insulting our intelligence. They took two of the most reserved characters and built trust. She was still trusting and loving him in this last ep. So you took a woman who has a history of abuse, brutalized her for an ep, kicked her while she was down, and then forced her through Voight to question the “one good thing” after you destroyed that thing by assassinating Jay’s character.

Tracy is the best actress in a generation and the writers are relying on her to act them out of a corner again and again. She’ll make us believe whatever they put on a page.

But, it’s the most amateur of storytelling. I feel like I am reading a “choose your own adventure” book vs. watching one of the top rated shows on network TV. As much as I adored Jay, this is not about wanting him back.

The main tenet of shows is to realize that strong shows respect the stories and the characters they built. So keep that loyalty to the ones on the screen still, like Hailey. Even non-upstead stans and casual watchers are perplexed. That’s a sign that no one gets it.

I’ll watch this show as long as Tracy is on it because I enjoy watching a masterclass every week even if she is in the background, but the direction of the storylines on all fronts feel decidedly amateur and that’s a shame. We could have continued with an enjoyable procedural post Jesse exit, and the OOC character plays are just downright distracting now.

#upstead #chicago pd #hailey upton #jay halstead #tracy spiridakos #jay x hailey #jesse lee soffer #nbc chicago pd #chicagopd

[justmypartner]

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

Summary: She’s chasing ghosts, he’s chasing a case. Hiding behind disguised intentions and false identities, their paths cross, only to realize their objectives might be one and the same. Will they let each other be the way forward, or will their pasts stand in the way?

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#upstead fic #upstead fanfic #upstead fanfiction #jay halstead #hailey upton #jay x hailey #hailey x jay #chicago pd #justmypartner fics #collection of em's fics #TOTKO fic

[acid-rain1]

I kissed her our last kiss (8.03 x 10.03)

#upstead #jay x hailey #chicago pd #cpd #hailey upton #jay halstead #i miss them so much #mine #sait

[uncasualfangirl]

I miss you... 🥺😣❤️

#how can one man be so fine #chicago pd #jay halstead #jesse lee soffer #one chicago #this man will be the death of me #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead oneshot #jay halstead x reader #jayhalsteadedit #jay x reader #sniper jay #jay halstead smut #jay x will #jay x hailey #sniper!jay does things to me #sniper!jay #the halsteads #halstead brothers #upstead #bring back jay halstead #detective jay halstead

[karihighman]

NEW/OLD UPSTEAD FROM 8X04 AKA: THE MORNING AFTER SCENE!!!!

#chicago pd #jay halstead #hailey upton #upstead #tracy spiridakos #jesse lee soffer #cpd 8x04 #morning after scene #new/old photo #new footage #i'm literally having a fit #theyyyyyy #i miss them so much #thank u nbc #jay x hailey #hailey x jay #cpd season 8

[amsgrey]

Blind Date

Halstead reader x Jay halstead

Requested

Warnings: bad writing. misogynistic comments.

Synopsis: Your date goes horribly and Jay thinks it's the funniest thing ever.

Note to self; never let Gallo set you up a blind date again. Never, ever let him within 50 feet of your dating life. And while you are at it, make sure Violet and Ritter get what's coming for their peer pressure in all of this.

"You know," Violet said, sitting down next to you at the table one shift, "One of us has to have a successful dating life and it might as well be you."

You turned and scowled at her, "Why me?"

Violet grinned, "Gallo is a lost cause and Ritter is, well, Ritter."

The two sitting across from you looked up from their plates and made mumbled protests. Violet shooed her hand at them, shutting them up. She turned back to you and started rattling off ideas to find you a date.

"What about a blind date?" Ritter said in passing, grinning as you scowled at him.

"I know the perfect guy! I went to the academy with him," Gallo said, growing excited in his typical Gallo way.

You screwed up your nose in disgust, "When has a blind date ever been a good experience?"

"Blind dates are fun!" Gallo protested.

Hermann gave Gallo an incredulous look as he walked by, muttering about Gallo's stupidity.

You laughed, "I'm with Hermann on this."

Ritter shrugged, trying to hide his grin, "Hey, maybe it will be fun. You never know until you actually go."

-

Oh, man were those three going to pay the next shift. You were sitting opposite one of the stupidest firefighters you had ever met. You spent the entire first half of the meal listening to him recount how he had made the record at the academy for whatever, you had almost completely zoned him out.

You were both finishing your meal when he finally asked something about you, "So you work at Firehouse 51 right?"

"Yea-"

"Man!" He interrupted, "That house has so many rumours! Don't you all live together or something?"

"Uh, I mean I guess?"

"Yeah, my house is super tight too, we'd die for each other ya know?" He launched into a recounting of when he almost died in a warehouse fire. Does this man ever stop talking about himself?

You finally finished your meal when he wrapped up his story. The young waitress came over and asked how your meal was, "Are y'all after the dessert menu?"

"No," You said at the same time your date said yes.

He laughed awkwardly, you completely ignored him.

"No, thank you," You clarified for the waitress, "Thank you though."

She returned with the bill after a few more moments, which you split and started to get ready to leave. Your date was almost dragging his feet, you regretted letting him pick you up.

"So, you and Gallo went to the academy at the same time?" You asked as you got into his passenger seat.

"Yeah!" He grinned, "Gallo and I were head to head during the academy, expected him to make squad already."

You nodded, "I'm sure he will soon," You and Gallo talked about making Squad a lot, both of you actively trying to pursue it, "We train together a lot."

Your date laughed, "You train for Squad?"

You frowned, "Yeah? Severiade said I have a real chanc-"

"Ha! Yeah right, a women firefighter on squad?"

You stared at him in awe, "What's wrong with that?"

He looked over at you as he realized you were offended, "Look, you have to be honest. The only reason female firefighters exist is that the academy lowered the physical standards and woke culture at work."

It took you a few seconds to actually process what he said. When you did, you replied, "Ok yeah. Uh, Pull over, now."

"What? Why?"

"Pull over!" You demanded, "Let me out now."

He pulled to the side of the street, watching with a frown as you got out of his car and grabbed your bag, "Take this as a no to a second date."

You slammed the door and started walking down the street. Never let a date pick you up, that was your second mistake. The first mistake was letting Gallo near your dating life.

You pulled out your phone, opening the group chat you Gallo, Ritter and Violet were in.

Blind dates are the worst, I hate you, Gallo.

You watched Ritter and Violet immediately respond with laughing emojis. You ignored the conversation and opened your phone to see if Jay was working. You knew there was a good chance he would be working, but if he was too busy you could always try Will.

"Halstead," Jay answered the phone after three rings.

"Do you not check Caller ID?"

You could hear the pause as Jay rolled his eyes, it was your greeting now. "What do you want?"

You giggled, "Are you at work?"

"Yeah, sitting in the Bullpen, why?"

"Any chance you can come get me? I'm stranded." You said sheepishly.

"Stranded?" He asked.

"Gallo set me up on a blind date and I couldn't be around that prick anymore so, I walked out," You explained, bracing yourself for his response.

"Who goes on blind dates anymore?" He chuckled, clearly trying to hide how amused he was.

"Don't be mean," You heard Hailey in the background.

"Yeah! Don't be mean to your little sister who is stranded in downtown Chicago in the middle of the night," You replied.

"Alright, Alright," Jay sighed, "Where are you?"

You relayed your location to him, rattling off the street signs around you.

"Okay, just stay there, Hailey and I will be there in ten."

You sighed, putting your phone back in your pocket and crossed your arms over your chest. There was no way you would hear the end of this from anyone in intelligence. You could already hear Ruzek and Atwater's jokes about how terrible an idea blind dates were.

You were about to text Jay and ask him where he was, when you heard police sirens from a few streets over.

Please, lord no.

The black police car came around the corner much slower than was necessary, you could see Jay grinning like the Cheshire cat through the windscreen. The few people who were on the street looked over at the commotion, you could feel their stares as Jay did a U-turn and pulled up beside you.

He turned off the sirens, climbing out of the car.

"What are you doing out here alone, young lady?"

"Jesus Christ, Jay," You sighed, smacking his chest, "Do you make everything in a commotion?"

"Ma'am, did you just assault my partner?" Hailey called from the passenger seat.

You threw your hands up, "I should have just walked home!"

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DO YOU GET DÉJÀ VU? 😭💔

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[imjustwritingg]

Hello friends! I am SO excited to share my new multi-chapter Upstead fic with all of you! It’s called “like you wanted it forever” and the first chapter will be posted next Tuesday.

Here’s a sneak peek of the chaos to come. 😈

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All of My What Ifs - Chapter 1/Prologue

She sees him. At first, she thinks her eyes might be playing tricks on her. She saw him everywhere, everyday for months after he left, but that hasn’t happened for years. Hailey knows those broad shoulders and that resolute stance. There is no mistaking the body she knows as well as her own. She couldn’t forget it if she tried- and God, she tried. For the first time in two years, six months, and twenty-eight days, she sees him.

Hello, everyone! I'll just start by saying that if you're one of the people who has seen me state that I would never write a long (for me) story, look away. This one will probably be around 14 chapters, but that has potential to change. This is my first go at a story like this, so the pacing might be a little funky. It might have some growing pains. It's all part of the process. I've been having fun putting the beginnings of this one together over the past handful of weeks, so I hope you all have fun reading. I think Fridays are going to be my day of choice. This week's intro is more of a prologue than anything, so I'll be back next Friday with a longer chapter. Thanks for reading!

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[anniesardors]

Lost Boy - Chapter 3

Summary: When Jay looks down at his green army fatigues, he feels nothing but sadness and pain. But for the few minutes every few months he hears this girl play her guitar and sing, he feels something resembling peace // or...Jay meets a girl when he comes back from the war and she helps him find his way again.

AN: Hey friends! Happy Sunday! Thanks for the kind words about the first two chapters of Lost Boy. Chapter 3 is up and we’ll learn more about Hailey and maybe even get some answers about who Wyatt is 👀 thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy! 🤍

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