#sergeant hank voight

[musntbill]

Hank Voight x Fem!Reader

(TW: Some violence and implied sexual abuse/[worse], but nothing explicitly said)

Hank’s eyes surveyed the crime scene. A murder, of someone quite important to the mayoral candidate. This was a high-visibility case, which Hank hated. That meant more people telling him how to do his job.

Hank crouched beside the body, the body of a young girl who had been practically mutilated. Tortured in all of the worst ways. Hank could only imagine what her last moments must have felt like. Something nobody should experience. Something he promised himself he would make the culprit experience, one way or another.

His eyes moved up as he stood, listening to Antonio telling him about the case. “We have no witnesses, apparently. At least, none who are willing to talk.”

Hank huffed in protest. “She was dumped in the middle of the street. Someone has to know something.”

“They won’t cooperate,” Antonio replied, shaking his head as he put his notebook and pen away. “Damn shame, too.” He then walked away to talk to some of the other officers.

Hank looked out over the crowd of people behind the yellow tape. They were watching and chattering amongst themselves, all except one woman. She stood there, facing Sergeant Voight, arms wrapped around herself. She had her hood up, hair blowing in the breeze to cover part of her face. As Hank looked at her, they locked eyes. She seemed to curl into herself as she moved backward, disappearing into the crowd. Hank hummed, musing to himself over the woman and her behavior as he looked over the crowd in an attempt to find her. When he found the effort to be futile, he moved away from the scene in the opposite direction, getting into his car and heading to the district.

— —

The case dragged on, dead end evidence everywhere they looked. Without a witness to put the criminal at the scene, all they had was circumstantial at best. Hank rubbed his forehead with one hand, taking in a deep breath as he poured over the paperwork again. It didn’t help that the folks in the ivory tower were breathing down his neck, watching his every move.

The bullpen was empty, as everyone else had gone home for the night. Hank knew he should leave too, but he needed answers. He needed to find the killer.

“Hank,” came a familiar voice. Strong but gentle, he knew it to be Trudy. He didn’t look up to meet her eyes, simply grunting in response. “Hank,” she insisted.

He sighed, looking up from the files to look at his friend and coworker, only to see a woman beside her, the same woman from the crime scene. She had her hair in front of her face, but her hood was down this time. She still curled into herself, as if at any moment she would be attacked. Hank stood to greet her, looking her over. “You were at the scene.”

“Then you know why I’m here,” the woman replied. “I’m (Y/N).” She reached out to shake his hand.

“(Y/N),” he repeated. “Sergeant Hank Voight.”

“I know,” she replied softly, Trudy nodding to Hank and leaving as (Y/N) sat down across from his desk. “You were there the night Emilia was murdered.”

“Did you know Emilia?”

“Yes. I was her babysitter, back when she was younger. We grew close in the last few years. I just graduated college.”

Hank hummed as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms to listen to the girl in front of him. “And?”

“And…” She sighed heavily, rubbing her arms. “I saw them murder her. They said if I talked…” She looked away, flashing back to the terrible memory that had kept her awake.

“Please, please!” She begged, crying and kneeling before the two men who had just mutilated her friend. “Please, please don’t kill me, please! I-I’m a nobody! I don’t have family!”

“Kill the bitch!” The first man said, obviously in a rush, since they’d left Emilia’s body in the street.

“Andy, she’s begging for her life! Let’s just get out of here.”

Andy growled, grabbing (Y/N) by the collar. “If you go to the cops, speak to the cops, or call the cops, you know what I’ll do to you? Huh? I’ll tie you down and cut out your tongue. Then, I’ll do all those nasty things to you that you see in the movies. I’ll make you suffer, more than your friend.”

“(Y/N)?” Hank had since stood, putting a hand on her shoulder and leaning down to her. “What did they say?”

“They said… They’d cut out my tongue… Do horrible things… Then make me suffer, more than Emilia did.” She took in a ragged breath, looking up at Hank.

Finally, he could see the light on her face, her hair moving back to reveal a black eye. Hank tucked her hair behind her ear, gently pressing his fingers to her chin, maneuvering her face so he could see better. “Did they do this to you?”

“Last night, when I was at home, they came in and threatened me again. They said the cops were getting close, and said that if I talked, I was dead.” She swallowed hard, tear welling in her eyes as she looked up at Hank. “They hit me and… And then they left.”

“Is that all they did?”

She swallowed hard, moving back from his grip and looking down, letting her hair fall back into her face. Silence washed over the both of them, (Y/N) pulling tighter into herself, clinging for life as she re-lived the night before.

Hank let out a soft breath, then crouched in front of her. “Hey… You did the right thing,” he reassured her, a tender hand on her leg, the other resting on her arm. “I’ll take care of you.”

She sniffled and took in a deep breath, nodding. “I know your reputation on the street. I asked around about you. If you give me your word… if you promised to protect me… I would believe you.” She looked up a bit, her eyes meeting his.

Hank nodded in response, looking up into her eyes. “I promise.”

#hank voight #hank voight x reader #jason beghe #sergeant hank voight #cpd #chicago pd

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Hank Voight x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Reader goes to a bar with the intention of hustling someone in pool, not knowing it would lead to something more.

You walked in with a soft hum, looking around the bar. You were in a cute dress, one that nobody would take you seriously in. It fit your hips just right, snatched your waist, and accentuated your bust and butt perfectly. It was short, but not too short, seeing as you didn’t want to come off as a prostitute. It was looser from the hips down, allowing you to move freely.

You moved to the bar, ordering a fruity drink, stirring it and looking around again, your eyes landing on the pool tables. You watched for over an hour as the men played over and over, and when they finished another game, you took your chance. Throwing a few bills on the bar for your drink, you walked over to the men, smiling. “Hey, can I buy in?”

They all kind of looked at one another, shaking their heads. “Nah, we don’t play with women. Wouldn’t be fair,” one said.

“Glad to see chivalry isn’t dead,” you said mockingly with a shrug. “Alright then, well, I guess I’ll-“

“I’ll play you,” a deep voice cut you off. It was gravely, not like anything else you’d ever heard. It was so unique. You looked to the source of the voice, a pool table in the corner.

Smiling, you walked over and put down a fifty dollar bill. “Great.”

The other men had since gone back to their games at this point, and the man with the deep voice hummed and looked at you. He also put a fifty down on the table. “Hank,” he said, reaching out a hand to shake yours.

“(Y/N),” you replied, nodding as you shook.

With that, you started the game. You purposefully held your stick wrong, hitting the balls horribly. This Hank guy blew you out of the water when it came to the game. He took your money with a hum. “Do you even know how to play pool?”

You shrugged. “I was watching them. It didn’t seem too hard.”

Hank raised an eyebrow, then walked over to you. “Let me show you how to hold your stick.”

You hummed and held your stick wrong again, Hank adjusting your body to put you into a more correct stance. Then, he racked the balls and got up behind you. “Here,” he said softly as he put his chin on your shoulder, your faces touching. You let out a breath as you felt him behind you, his body pressing against yours. His hands overlapped yours as he helped you hit the ball right. The two of you moved as one. “See?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, your face flushed from being so close to the man. You hadn’t really noticed before, but he had muscle to him. That subtle kind of muscle you couldn’t see because he didn’t show it off. He had strong arms and shoulders, and the way his body moved with and against yours was the feeling of bliss. You could barely think straight for a moment until he pulled away, leaving you colder than you’d been before. He played his turn before looking back to you. You walked around the table, still pretending to be confused as to how to hit. Again, his body pressed against you, his unique voice speaking softly into your ear. You wanted to be closer. You wanted this man.

After the practice round, Hank let you be on your own. You smiled as he racked the balls. “You know, I’m feeling pretty confident. Maybe we could raise the stakes.” You put down two hundred dollars on the table.

“I don’t think I can morally take that bet,” he replied, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “Are you just giving money away today, or what?”

You shrugged again. “I’m sure I can find someone else who will take advantage of a pretty girl like me.” Your eyes met his, and his darkened, having picked up on the double meaning on your words. He let out a breath, then pulled out enough bills to match your bet. You hummed. “You break.”

The game went on quite a long time, but you matched his skill. He didn’t say a word to you, despite your skill level rising higher and higher with each hit of the ball. Finally, when the eight ball sunk into the corner pocket that you’d called, you smiled. “Game.”

Hank hummed and nodded, looking to you. “You hustled me.”

You shrugged once more, taking the money from the table. “That’s what you get for playing with a girl.” Then, you moved to walk out, but he grabbed your wrist.

“Hey, wait, come to my place.”

You hummed and looked him over, then nodded. “I’d be honored to hustle you some more.”

He chuckled and walked you out of the bar, helping you into his SUV and taking you back to where he lived. It had been the night of your life.

#chicago pd #x reader #fanfiction requests #hank voight #sargent hank voight #sergeant hank voight #hank voight x reader

[oliberries]

I read some Criminal Minds fic about Hotch where the reader was... a little too into the interrogation thing. Nervous but not because they were guilty, but because hot damn. I think Prentiss had to stop the interrogation because she realized what was going on?

Anyways...

Chicago PD fandom. Fic writers. Please God give me that exact thing except Hank Voight. Please please please please. It'd be so much more intense. More manhandling.

#chicago pd #hank voight #sergeant hank voight #hank voight x reader #cpd #cpd fic #cpd x reader #PLEASE i crave the content. #BARK BARK BARK BARK WOOF

[random-weird-fandoms]

5 Stages of Grief

When you accidentally write the 5 stages of grief into a 5-day story...

Well, Hank Voight and the Crackhead Detective is going to be very interesting.

Also, how did this become a lowkey AdamxOC story?? And why do I ship them so much??

Also, also, Day 5 is almost finished, then I have three epilogues to write, then I have to proofread it. I will be printing myself a copy and getting it bound at Staples this weekend! I am so, so excited! :)

I really hope others like this story. It will be too long, by far, to post on Tumblr, so I will make an AO3 and post it on Wattpad too. :)

@creativeimagination206 co-wrote this story!!!

#oopsie poopsies #chicago pd #hank voight #cpd #cpd fic #sergeant hank voight #antonio dawson #jay halstead #kevin atwater #kim burgess #adam ruzek #chicagopd #5 stages of grief

[thedestructionofgrace]

What is it with me and cops shows with older white dudes as the lead. I end up on tumblr til 4am when my alarm is set for 8am just so I can binge read fics on a guy twice (thrice?👀) my age. Help.

#leroy jethro gibbs #ncis #Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs #criminal minds #ssa aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner #hotch #gibbs #gil grissom #csi #csi: crime scene investigation #csi: vegas #csi: Las Vegas #hank voight #sergeant hank voight #sgt hank voight #chicago pd #one chicago #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #Hawaii 5-0 #hawaii 5 0 #hawaii five 0 #jake peralta #brooklyn 99 #do i have a problem?

[chicagopdcaps]

#sergeant hank voight #jason beghe #detective hailey upton #tracy spiridakos #s09e01 #closure

[kingbeghe]

#jason beghe #jasonbeghe #hank voight #chicagopd #3x6 #my edit #edit #sergeant #sgt #voight

[kingbeghemoved]

4.2

#jason beghe #jasonbeghe #hank voight #chicagopd #nbc #my edit #edit #sergeant voight #city #21 district

[shootforthestars-28]

#one chicago #chicago pd #cfs4 #chicago fire #hank voight #wallace boden #chief #sergeant #jason beghe #eamonn walker #content #edit #cf4x7

[fictionalreads]

Chicago P.D. Season 10 Episode 5

So I saw this one when it aired but didn’t do a commentary on it because I wasn’t planning to stay up and watch it that night. I just happened to see the first few minutes and got sucked in, I couldn’t just go to sleep. Here are the thoughts I remember having.

Tracy fucking killed it this episode.

Hailey is a badass.

Overall, A+ episode!

I had a feeling Shaun was shady, but it was solidified when that girl jumped after Hailey said his name.

I feel like Voight will believe her, but he knows they have to come correct with these allegations. You can’t miss when you shoot at the king (or in this case, his son).

I really can’t wait to see how this plays out.

#one chicago #chicago pd #hailey upton #hank voight #kevin atwater #dante torres #adam ruzek #kim burgess #sergeant trudy platt #trudy platt

[crinkled-emotions]

Getting the vibes Voight is on his way out

#the way he’s been letting Jay lead #train the new kid etc etc #but also #it’s probs time we had someone die in PD #I mean #gruesome and all #but about time I need more angst in my life #Hank Voight #should I say it #*manifesting Sergeant Jay Halstead* #there I said it #Jay Halstead #Kim Burgess #Kevin Atwater #Adam Ruzek #Hailey Upton #or are we tagging Hailey Halstead now?? #dudes I’m so out of the loop lmao #we can go Hailey Upton-Halstead right?

[nctzen4life]

I feel like Sergeant Hank Voight and Detective Elliott Stabler would have been great friends...🤔

#elliott stabler #detective stabler #law and order svu #sergeant voight #hank voight #chicago pd #they would have been great friends

[chicago-pd-is-weird]

Hank Voight x Reader Oneshot

Prompt: Fear

(TW: Slight implication of SA, but nothing explicitly mentioned - 2nd person, mostly angst and some fluff)

You ran through the woods, panting.

Your chest was aching in pain, heart pounding heavily against your rib cage. It pounded loud in your ears and in your head, making you want to bury yourself, just to get away from it. It felt like your heart was trying to escape from your chest, pounding, pounding, pounding…

Your chest tightened, your lungs being unable to fill the whole way. You couldn’t afford to stop, to take in a much-needed deep breath. You had to keep running, to keep going, even if it meant your lungs aching in protest at the lack of oxygen to supply your body with.

Meanwhile, your muscles were constricting. They tightened with each passing step, barely loosening enough for you to take the next one. They begged you to stop, threatening to tighten up for good if you didn’t rest. But, how could you rest? How could you when you were running for your life?

The only thing keeping you going was the adrenaline coursing through your veins due to the active footsteps behind you, matching pace. You couldn’t run any faster, and you could feel yourself getting nowhere. You cried out, screaming into the dark woods, hoping someone, anyone would hear you.

The fear of being caught was overwhelming, to say the least. It weaved itself into every fiber of your being, engulfing you like a hot flame would engulf a piece of paper. It burned into you, making the hairs on your neck and arms stand up on edge. You knew this was a loosing fight, but the fear kept you going, trying to run from the man behind you.

You felt something snake around your waist, stopping you in your tracks. You panted heavily, fatigued, knowing it was over. His strong arms squeezed the breath out of you. Defeated, you wound up on the ground, the man on top of you in the dark. You could barely breathe, your head spinning and body aching. He seemed so far away, and yet, here he was, doing the worst things you could imagine to your body.

You heard him say your name, and it sent chills through your spine. You wanted to protest, but you were weak - too weak to move any more. Even if you got him off you, you wouldn’t be able to run. You had nowhere to go. The fight was futile once again, like it was every day and night.

He said your name again, this time stronger, and his voice sounded different. It sounded too deep to be the man who was chasing you. You whimpered in soft protest, feeling arms on your shoulders, moving you. He spoke your name over and over, each time his voice getting louder. It wasn’t his voice. It was someone else’s.

-

When you opened your eyes, you took in a sharp breath and sat up, looking around. The overhead light was off, but the lamp beside you was on, shining a soft and shadowy glow over the room. You panted, hands coming to your body, roaming to find any injuries, only to find there were none. You realized where you were, looking around as your eyes landed on Hank. He was sitting beside you, brow furrowed with worry as he reached out, taking your forearms in his hands gently. “Hey, (Y/N),” he spoke softly. “It’s alright. I’m here.”

You swallowed hard, holding his arms in a soft embrace before pulling away, peeling the covers from your sweating legs. You got up from the bed, still trying to catch your breath as your heart beat echoed in your head. As you moved into the bathroom, you saw yourself in the mirror. You looked ragged, probably due to the lack of sleep in the past few days. You also looked like you’d personally been to Hell and back, making you let out a deep sigh.

Leaning over the counter, you caught your breath, then turned on the cold water, collecting some in your hands and pushing it against your face. As you slowly slipped back into reality, you rubbed the cool water over your arms and dumped some on the back of your head and neck. You ran your fingers through your hair, then turned off the water. You moved back into the bedroom, opening a window to let the cool air hit your wet skin. Breathing in the air deeply, then exhaling into the night, you took a few moments like this, leaning on the windowsill and overlooking the abandoned street below you.

Finally, you shut the window and made your way back over to the bed where Hank was sitting, waiting for you to calm down like you did every night. You sat beside him, putting your head in your hands as your elbows rested on your thighs. He slowly rubbed your back as you leveled your breathing once again. He spoke first. “Anything you need, (Y/N); you know I’m here for you.”

“I know,” you replied back softly, pulling yourself up to look at him once again, then leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Hank pulled you down onto the bed, and you laid beside him, pushing your face into his neck. You breathed in his musky scent, pressing soft kisses to the skin. It was an odd thing, wanting comfort in your time of need, but also wanting to give the same comfort.

Hank traced your spine with his fingertips, holding you close and kissing the top of your head as his other hand held your waist firmly. It was the kind of gentle hold that told you he would never let anyone hurt you again. Never.

You weren’t inclined to fall back asleep, but the soothing touches of Hank’s hands made it near impossible to stay awake. The hand you had on his chest felt his heartbeat, which was the final nail in the coffin, and you fell back asleep in the comfort of his arms, content with his comfort despite the constant nightmares which plagued you.

#hank voight x reader #hank voight #chicago pd #sergeant hank voight #sargent hank voight #jason beghe

[acewritesfics]

I Promised You Forever | Jay Halstead

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS.

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Request: From anon

Fic Type: Imagine

Warnings: A little angst. A little fluff. Mentions of a shooting and surgeries.

Word Count: 945

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“Get to Med… Jay’s been shot.” 

As she waits in the waiting room at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center, the sound of her sergeant’s words echoes in her ears. Her heart is racing, her knee is bouncing, her hands are trembling, and dried up tear streaks run down her face. She feels like she’s been sitting in the room for an eternity, waiting for any news about her husband’s condition. He was already in surgery by the time she got at the hospital, which was a little more than two hours ago.  

“Y/N!” she hears her partner, Kim Burgess, call out as she approaches her. When the brunette reaches her, she embraces her tightly. 

After Jay and Y/N revealed their relationship to Voight, the two women became partners. They’ve been like sisters since they went through the academy together, and they got even closer after Y/N and Hailey Upton were transferred to Intelligence after Erin Lindsey left.  

“Has there been any news?”  

“I haven’t heard anything; Will just went to see if he can get an update,” she says before breaking down again. “I can’t lose him, Kim,” she cries into the shoulder of her best friend. “I can’t do it without him. We just got married. I can’t be without him.”  

“Jay’s strong; he’ll get through this,” Kim reassures her as she rubs her back and squeezes her even tighter; it crushes her heart to see her best friend and chosen sister like this. 

“Did you get the person who shot him?” she says, pulling away from Kim and angrily wiping away the fresh set of tears that are falling.  The anger in eyes and voice wasn’t intended for her partner, or Adam who had been with Jay at the time of the shooting, or the rest of their team but at the guy who fired the gun at her husband and shot him. She begged Hank to give her five minutes with the person when they apprehended him, but Hank ordered her to stay at the hospital because that’s where she needed to be the most and swore he wouldn’t go easy with the guy. 

Kim replies, moving to sit in the chair next to the one she was in, “He’s in custody. Voight’s making his life a living hell, I’m sure of it.”  

She sits back down next to her and asks, “How’s Ruz?”  

“He’s blaming himself,” Kim replies. “He’ll be here when he’s cleaned himself up, and the others will be here after they’ve finished with the interrogation.”  

She nods, letting Kim know she heard her. 

Minutes pass as they sit in quiet, Kim holding her hand and reminding her that she is not alone. Will eventually returns and informs her that there haven’t been any updates just yet before he leaves once more to grab them all some coffee.  

Just as Will comes back with Adam following behind him, the surgeon walks into the waiting room. 

As he approaches, Y/N and Kim get to their feet. As the doctor begins to talk, Will moves to stand next to his sister-in-law. “Surgery went smoothly. We removed the bullet, stopped the bleeding, and repaired the damage the bullet caused. Jay will make a full recovery, but he will need to take it easy for some time.”  

Y/N exhales with relief, “I’ll make sure he does. Can we see him?”  

“Two at a time,” the doctor says with a nod.  

“Adam and I will go update everyone,” Kim says to her and Will before exiting the waiting room with Adam.  

The doctor leads Will and Y/N to the room where Jay has been moved. Jay opens his eyes and looks sleepily at his wife and brother as soon as they enter the room.  

“Oh, baby,” Y/N breathes as she walks over to his bed and takes his hand in hers, looking at him with tenderness. “Please don’t put me through that again.”  

“I can’t make any promises,” he says drowsily with a small smile. He raises her hand and kisses the back of it.  

“How are you feeling?” Will asks as he stands beside Y/N.  

Jay jokes with a slight smirk on his lips, “Like I was shot.  

Y/N scowls at him, not in the mood for jokes right now, and says, "Don’t joke.” 

“You love me, and you know it,” he gives her a small smile letting her know he’s teasing her.  

“I need to get back to work, but I’ll stop by after my shift,” Will tells his brother, stopping Y/N from that is retaliating. “I’ll make sure to bring you some decent food.”  

“Thank you, Will,” she says as he exits the room. Looking back at her husband, she sits on the edge of the hospital bed, clutching his hand on her lap. “I was so scared I would lose you.”  

“I’m not going anywhere,” he assures her. “We still have a lot to do together.”  

She leans down and gives him a soft kiss while whispering, “I love you.”  

“I love you too,” he replies as he kisses her again. “Now, come lie down with me.” 

“You’ve just gotten out of surgery. I don’t want to cause you more pain.”  

“They’ve got me on the good stuff, honey, and after what I just went through, all I want to do is hold my wife and remind her that us Halstead’s aren’t easy to take down,” he says and pulls her close to him, moving them so she can lay down beside him.  

With his arm across her shoulders and her head on his, he presses a kiss to her forehead and whispers, “I promised you forever. I’m keeping that promise.” 

TAGGED: @mrspeacem1nusone - @halsteadbrasil - @allisonargent144 - @cs-please -

#acewritesfics repost #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead #chicago pd #chicago pd x reader

[fangirlfrom-hell]

How Many Detectives Are Needed To Sleep A Baby? || Jay Halstead x reader!

Cute and fluffy Jay, wife and baby + babysitter detectives

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

Summary: Intelligence unit takes care of Jay's newborn baby while he and his wife are in court. Turns out it is the most difficult case they have worked on.

-"You can't go in there". Platt muttered in a scolding tone to Adam, who wanted to go into the coffee room.

-"Why not?" He asked strangely.

-"Shhhhhh". Kim gave him a punch on his arm. -"Keep it quiet, you're gonna wake her up".

-"Ok, alright". Ruzek kept his voice low. -"What the hell is going on, girls?"

-"Halstead's baby is sleeping in there. Don't you dare to interrupt her sweet dreams, bro". Kevin said from his desk.

-"Look at her. You can see her smile even from here". Hailey said, peeking through the window.

Trudy and Kim followed her.

-"She's so lucky she didn't get her father's mad face". The Sergeant enquired.

-"What do you think she's dreaming about? She looks so peaceful".

-"What's going on? Where's Jay? Where's her mom? What is she doing here all alone?" Adam was losing it, increasing his voice volume once more.

-"She's not alone. We're taking care of her!". Hailey frowned.

-"Adam, please". Voigh silently got out of his office and rushed towards him whispering. -"Would you keep it down? I can hear your voice even with my door closed. Let the baby rest, she's only weeks old and already has seen too much".

The detective opened his arms in a defeated gesture. He had just arrived and didn't understand anything.

-"Y/N is testifying right now, we couldn't avoid it. She and her colleagues published the investigation under their names, so...I couldn't stop it. Jay is by her side. The baby is here for protection".

-"She really is a hell of a journalist". Upton mentioned with admiration.

-"And a very brave woman. We owe her a lot in this case". Hank stated.

-"You know? You would have known about this if you had arrived in time to work". Burgess teases Adam.

-"Is there any news about the trial?" Platt wanted to know, worried about you.

-"Not yet, but Jay said he'll be in touch". The boss stated. -"You know these trials take time".

They weren't conscious about it, but the whole Intelligence squad looked hilarious talking with whispers and walking in tiptoes as they went back to their workplaces.

Time passed and the girl was still sleeping safe and sound, until Adam decided to stand up to stretch a bit and stumbled with some cables on the floor. Naturally, the clatter woke up the little baby.

-"It had to be you, right?" Kim mocked her husband as she helped him stand up.

Hailey and Kevin ran to the coffee room as if they were running a race. It was him who got there first and held the baby girl.

-"There, there. Uncle Kev is right here". He tried to reassure her. -"I had siblings and took care of them when they were babies. I can manage another one".

But after a few minutes, she was still uncontrollable.

-"Ok, it's my turn". Burgess got into the game and took the baby off his partner's arms. -"I'm the only mom here, the only one who has a real daughter. I know how to do it".

-"What are you talking about?" Trudy Platt laughed. -"Makayla was already a grown up when you adopted her!" And she grabbed the baby to accommodate her in her chest. But the crying did not stop.

-"Oh, no. What are they doing to you, sweetie?" Upton grabbed her and laid her in her arms. -"I am her godmother, she knows me better".

The baby Halstead slowed down her crying, but she was still restless.

-"Well, how many detectives do you need to sleep a baby, hum? You don't know anything". Hank Voight gasped. -"Give her to me, I'll show you all". But as soon as she was in the arms of the boss, her crying increased. -"Oh. I've lost touch!"

Jay and Y/N were already at the bullpen, waiting in the stairs. They got in time to witness the fluffy scene.

-"Hey, guys? She's not a rag doll, you know?" Jay said laughing at the scene and his friends turned around with surprise. -"She just needs her daddy's arms''. He took his daughter to stroke her and almost immediately she calmed down.

-"That's not fair". Platt crossed her arms.

-"We brought you coffee". You smiled, leaving the box you were carrying on one of the desks. -"There's not enough caffeine when you take care of a newborn. There's one for each of you, just as each of you like it. Look for your name in the tags".

-"Geez, thanks!" Adam said gladly and balanced the table. -"I was denied entrance to the coffee room the whole morning".

-"I'm sorry". You turned red.

-"Don't listen to him". A chorus of detectives said.

-"She's really calm, it was no problem". Kevin asserted and everyone else agreed.

You approached your husband and as soon as you were in your daughter's sight, the baby started to smile and giggle, throwing little kicks into the air.

-"What? Why are you laughing so much, baby?" You raised your hands and freed Jay's arms. -"Come with mommy, sweetie".

Everyone stared at the scene with tenderness, especially Kim, whose eyes started watering.

-"You wanna hold her?"

She just nodded and took the opportunity.

-"How was the trial? Are you alright?" Platt inquiered.

-"Yeah, I mean it was really scary, but I think it went fine". Y/N hands started to shake a little bit, but she was fast enough to hide them in her pockets. Nobody noticed, except for Jay.

-"She did a great job". He hugged you by the waist, trying to secretly ease you.

-"I have no doubt about it, she already showed us how much of a badass she is". Hank smirked.

-"I will just be more comfortable if you stay in here at least until the Jury deliberates, or as soon as I can go home with you. It's just a precaution, I'm not being paranoid or something".

-"Yes, I agree". Voight followed the idea.

-"Sure. Whatever you think is better".

The baby yawned and stretched herself so adorably, that she caught everyone's attention again.

-"I should put her down to sleep".

-"Alright. Take my seat, Y/N. We don't know how much we're staying here". Jay pointed out.

-"C'me on, Kim. Give the baby back to her mommy".

-"If you need help with the baby or you get bored of these people around, I'll be downstairs". The desk Sergeant winked at you and you smiled back at her back.

-"She won't be bored. She has me here". Hailey pulled a face.

-"I'll take provisions just in case the little one takes the coffee room again". Ruzek rushed to the kitchen.

Everyone else rolled their eyes in a funny way.

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Impulsive Decisions

The fire raged on with a ferocity that seemed to devour everything that was in its path. Amidst the chaos, YN Voight stood on the opposite side of the street, her pounding against her chest as the sound of everyone’s cries filled the air. But there was one cry in particular that caught her undivided attention. The wails of a small child out of a second story window were the only one the young woman could focus on during all the commotion around her, fueling her determination as she watched the firemen around her scramble.

Without a moment of hesitation, YNN dashed into the blazes of the inferno, ignoring the calls of her to stop what she was doing and having her senses overwhelmed from the heat and smoke that now surrounded her. The intensity of her surroundings fueled her focus as she navigated the burning structure, each step being coordinated and careful maneuver.  The child’s cries guided YN’s way through the billowing smoke and constant falling debris. 

With adrenaline as her only ally through the blazing heat and flames, she found the little boy, trapped in the far corner of his family’s apartment. Fear was etched across his tear-stained face. The Voight girl scooped up the small child, shielding his fragile frame from the danger that surrounded the two of them. As they made their way back out of the fiery blaze, YN passed a few other people that hadn’t quite yet found their way out of the building and continued to guide them out.

When they all finally emerged from the roaring inferno, her heart raced as she cradled the child protectively in her arms close to her chest. Will Halstead, seasoned doctor at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center as well as her boyfriend, and her father, Sergeant Hank Voight, dashed forward with evident concern etched upon their faces. 

“My god, YNN!” Will voice cut through the chaos that surrounded them all. His eyes instantly began scanning over her body as well as the small boy’s for any injury that could have come to them as they braved the blazes. Relief flooded his expression as he found the two relatively unscathed.

Hank’s voice bellowed soon after, his authoritative tone laced with worry and anger towards his daughter. “What the hell were you thinking, YN?” He questioned her as Dr. Halstead took the child from her arms to return him to his parents who awaited off to the side. “Running into a fire like that? That was a careless and stupid move on your part?”

“I didn’t do anything that you wouldn’t have done yourself.” The YHC girl said as she looked into her father’s eyes and tried to catch her breath from the adrenaline high she was coming down from.

“Excuse me, Serge, if I may,” Will said as he stepped back up to the two of them, his voice firm but calm. “If it wasn’t for your daughter’s bravery all those people would have burned up in the flames. She saved them. YNN, saved a lot of people today. People who were trapped in their own homes and couldn’t find a way out. It takes a lot of courage to do what she just did. She only did what her father has taught her.”

The gravity of his words hung heavy in the air between the three of them, testament of his girlfriend’s strong will to be an ally to those less fortunate than her. Hank’s expression soften as he looked around them at the dozens of people his daughter helped, including and especially the little boy she came out carrying.

He looked back at YN with with gentle eyes, now that he had thought about everything that had transpired within the last half hour. “Get her checked out, will you?” He asked the Halstead man, in a slight grumble. “With how long you were in the building, the amount of smoke you inhaled isn’t good for anyone.”

As YNN sat in the ambulance, she couldn’t help but feel a storm of emotions swirling within her. Will stood by her side in a silent form of support, his presence a reassurance in the midst of everything going on. She knew her impulsive actions worried not only her father but him as well, but her sole focus had been on saving the boy.

“Thank you,” she said pulling the oxygen mask away from her face slightly. “Not only from saving me from Daddy’s lecture, but for just being here.”

Will smiled and reached out, taking her hand in his. “Babygirl, no matter what you do, I’ll support you. It’s just unfortunate that when dating a Voight, her dangerous and impulsive decisions come with the territory.” He stated with a small chuckle which in turn made the yea eyed girl let out a giggle of her own as she placed the mask back in its spot.

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