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deanstead · 1 year

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she's alright, i guess

Pairing: Stellaride x SeverideDaughter!Reader

Requested: yes, by anon

Summary: Y/N hasn’t been very welcoming towards having Stella in their lives, but when she’s faced with a situation, Stella proves to Y/N that she’s in her corner.

Word Count: 2.2K+

Tags/Warnings: Dad!Kelly, mentions of attempted assault, single parent, victim shaming

A/N: This is a different kind of request/fic from what I've written for OC so far but I was pretty intrigued by it so I decided to give it a go. Not opening requests for daughter fics at the moment still because I’m not sure how this turned out yet so let me know what you guys think!

STELLARIDE MASTERLIST

You looked up from where you’d been playing with the food on your plate, only to catch Stella smile at your father who was sitting next to you.

Resisting the urge to make a face, you turned to look at him. “Can I be excused?”

Kelly gave a small sigh and turned to look at you, looking like he wanted to say something and then deciding against it, merely nodding. “Yeah, go on.”

You gave his girlfriend a last withering look before you took your plate back into the kitchen.

Kelly suppressed an audible sigh before he looked back at Stella. “Sorry.”

Stella smiled and shook her head. “She just needs some time.”

You rolled your eyes and headed back to your room, plopping yourself down on your bed and staring up at your ceiling.

It wasn’t really that you didn’t like Stella. Hell, you’d been okay with her before you found out she was dating your father.

As far as daughters went, you were sure that you were at least three times more protective over your father than your classmates were about their own parents.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you only ever had Kelly growing up. You’d overheard countless discussions about people telling him that it was hard being a single parent especially with his job but whatever anyone said, and however Kelly had felt from the first time he’d found out he’d had a daughter and come to get you, Kelly had stuck it out with you.

Over the years, especially once you were older, you’d seen many girlfriends come and go - some didn’t want commitment, some ran the moment they found out about you, some just… didn’t make it. It didn’t matter that Kelly had seemed fine with everything. You were not, so all that had done was make you even more protective over him.

So when you’d found out about Stella, you’d felt your hackles raise.

Logically, you knew Stella had done nothing to deserve this but your 15 year old brain couldn’t seem to override the emotion with logic.

You lay there for a while more until there was a knock on your door and Kelly poked his head in.

“Hey kiddo. Can we talk?”

You sat up but didn’t give him an answer because you knew very well what he wanted to talk about and you weren’t sure you wanted to hear it.

Kelly came in anyway, pulling out the chair at your desk and sitting across from you.

“Will you give Stella a break?”

You looked up with a look of protest and Kelly held up a hand.

“I know.” Kelly said in a low voice, giving you a small smile to show you he wasn’t mad. “Just lighten up a little and give her a chance. That’s all I’m asking.”

You didn’t say anything but Kelly let out a chuckle as you pursed your lips. “Go easy.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before patting your hair affectionately and leaving the room.

You pulled your jacket tighter around you, glancing behind you.

You hadn’t meant to let it get so late but you’d gotten a little too immersed in your notes and lost track of time. Other than the wind blowing against your back and making you shiver, you hadn’t realized how quiet the road from your friend’s house was.

You kind of regretted not calling Kelly to come and get you, but you also didn’t relish the idea of waiting here so you’d forged on, telling yourself you’d walked this street thousands of times.

But now, you were pretty sure someone was following you, hearing the echoing footsteps behind you.

Damn it.

Your hands that were jammed into your pockets closed around your phone but you were also worried things would escalate so you picked up your pace instead.

You heard the footsteps behind you match the increase in your speed and just as you thought you should break into a run, you were yanked backwards and unable to maintain your balance, you tumbled onto the concrete pavement, feeling the concrete scrape against your skin.

Your head snapped upwards, feeling your heart fall straight into your gut when you looked back into the face of the man that now towered over you.

It was a stranger, not a face you remembered seeing, but his lips ticked upwards in a smile that flipped your stomach over and your gut feeling as well as every nerve in your body was screaming at you to get up and run.

Flight.

You scrambled to your feet, slowly moving backwards as he now stepped towards you. His movements had slowed, like a predator that had just cornered his prey.

He took another step towards you and with well chosen timing, you brought your knee up swiftly, just like how Kelly had taught you.

Winded, the man bent over but not before letting out a growl.

You didn’t stick around long enough to find out what he had to say, your legs already moving before your brain realized you were running.

The wind blowing against you was painful but you didn’t dare stop because you weren’t sure if he was on your heels.

You turned the corner, sparing a glance back and collided straight into someone.

“Sorry.” You panted, glancing up.

“Y/N?” Stella looked surprised to see you before her expression switched to one of concern. “What’s wrong?”

Stella glanced up at the empty street behind you and then looked back at you. “You okay?”

You really didn’t have the energy for anything else. You just really needed an adult. You glanced up at her without talking and Stella reached for your hand.

When you didn’t pull away, Stella squeezed. “Do you want me to take you home?”

You shook your head quickly. “No. Wait. I just… I don’t want Dad to see me like this.”

Stella studied you for just a second more before she nodded. “My apartment’s just around the corner. Why don’t you come and have something at my place and we can talk? If you want to.”

You hesitated for just a second but you were still kind of spooked so you nodded, letting her lead you back down from where she came from, not even realizing your hand was still in hers.

Stella wasn’t exaggerating when she said her apartment was around the corner.

Within five minutes, you were seated on Stella’s couch, a cup of hot tea in your hands while you found yourself telling her what happened.

It was weird - you’d expected Stella to maybe pat your shoulders a little to reassure you that things would be fine before trying to convince you to call Kelly so he could come and get you. She wouldn't be the first girlfriend to hand you back over to your father as soon as she could.

But the emotions on Stella’s face as you told her were new to you - looks of concern, before outrage and then… if you didn’t know any better, you’d think she was upset.

You fell quiet after a while and Stella scooted a little closer to you.

“Alright, Y/N, listen.” Stella said and you looked up at her. “We have to report this.”

You looked back down again, your index fingers twirling together even though you were still holding the mug.

“I’ll come with you.” Stella paused. “If you’ll let me.”

You looked up again and nodded quietly. "You… You’d do that?”

You registered a look of surprise on Stella’s face before she next spoke. “Of course, Y/N.”

“Can we not call my dad yet?”

There was a small silence and you held back a sigh. You knew what would happen if your father found out about this. Other than the fact that you hated making him worry and that you knew things might get blown up out of proportion with practically everyone getting involved, it was kind of awkward talking to him about some stuff.

Stella glanced at you. “How about we take things one step at a time?”

You bit your lip and Stella nodded encouragingly at you. “Let’s go to the district and then when you’re ready, we can call Kelly alright?”

You nodded quietly, taking another sip of tea before Stella smiled. “Ready?”

You got up and Stella grabbed an extra coat off her coat hanger, draping it around your shoulders.

Stella had been told to wait outside while you gave your statement to the uniformed police officer sitting across from you but you were regretting this with each question the officer asked you.

“What were you doing out so late?”

“Is this what you normally wear to school?

You were done with the insinuations in his voice and tone. You were 15, not an idiot. You knew exactly where this was going and you’d been around your father’s friends long enough to pick some stuff up.

You stood all of a sudden, the nails digging into your palms in an effort not to let the angry tears out. “I’m not answering any more questions.”

“What do you…”

You didn’t let him finish his sentence, opening the door and stalking out.

As promised, Stella was right outside, glancing up as you walked out, reading the expression on your face instantly.

“You okay?”

You pulled Stella’s jacket tighter around yourself. “I just want to go home.”

Stella frowned, glancing up at the officer that was now outside the room as well. “You still have to answer a few questions. You can’t just…”

You didn’t move and Stella looked back down at you. “Y/N?”

“He hasn’t asked me a single question about what happened.” You said in a low voice, focusing only on Stella now. “No questions about how the man looked, what street this took place on, how he sounded.”

Stella frowned. Those were enough for her to put together a few pieces of the puzzle.

“Those are necessary questions. We need to know if…”

“Kidd. Y/N.”

You glanced up at a familiar face and Stella patted your back. “Told you I got you.” She whispered in a low voice so only you could hear.

Stella nodded with a smile at Hailey.

Telling the officer she’d take over, Hailey led you back into the room and smiled encouragingly at you.

“Stella called me. Will you tell me what happened?”

It was easier than you’d expected to talk to Hailey but even as you told her what happen, you found yourself internally steeling yourself for a lecture of some sort and you suddenly just really wished Kelly was here.

But Hailey offered no lecture or talking-to. Instead, she treated you like an adult, taking down the information you offered, her questions only revolving around important information she obviously needed, before she closed the book.

“Thank you, Y/N. Here.” Hailey handed you a small bottle and a small device. “Pepper spray and a small panic button.”

You looked up a little surprised and Hailey smiled. “If nothing, maybe it’ll help you feel safer.”

You nodded, keeping the things she handed you and Hailey came around and squeezed your shoulder before taking you out of the room again where Stella was waiting.

“Dad must be worried, I…”

Stella shook her head with a smile. “I told him you’re with me so he wouldn’t. I can call him if you’re ready.”

You felt involuntary tears well up in your eyes before you nodded. "Can you? I... I think I really need him."

Kelly was here in record time, running up the steps of the district as if he’d been waiting nearby in the first place but you didn’t care. The rush of relief and safety when you saw him made you wonder why you hadn’t gone to him immediately anyway.

“Y/N!”

You didn’t say anything, merely shooting off your seat to dive into your father’s arms like you were a child once again.

“You okay? Let me see.” Kelly pulled away just a little to look at you but other than remnants of the startled look in your eyes and new tears ready to spill over, you weren’t really hurt.

Kelly gently pulled you back into his arms and exhaled. “Thank god.”

He was never one for long verbal communications of how much he loved you but you didn’t really need him to tell you. This was even more apparent now as you were huddled in your father’s arms in the middle of a police district.

“You must be starving.” Kelly said after a while, looking down at you to wipe a stray tear off your face. “Why don’t we go get something to eat, hmm?”

You gave a small crooked smile and Kelly looked up, meeting Stella’s eyes.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.” Kelly said with a small apologetic smile at Stella. “Thank you.”

Stella nodded, but you interrupted them. “You’re not coming to eat with us?”

Kelly raised his eyebrows.

“Thought I’d give you two some private time.” Stella said, although she seemed to be weighing the look in your eyes now.

You shrugged. “You can come eat with us, too.”

Kelly glanced between his girlfriend and daughter. “Did something happen?”

You shrugged, lowering your voice. “She’s alright I guess.”

Kelly chuckled, swinging an arm around your shoulders as he led you out of the district. Stella fell into step on your other side and you smiled up at her. “Thank you.” You whispered, fully aware your father could hear you.

Stella smiled. “Thank you, too.”

Kelly just smiled at both his girls as the three of you walked down the empty streets. Together.

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amsgrey · 1 year

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Clutz

warnings: bad writing lol

synopsis: You wipe out while doing Girls on Fire, Kidd makes Kelly call your brother.

The first time you were introduced to Firehouse 51 was when Jay took you to a game and Kidd and Severiade were there. It was almost like Jay and Severiade were copies of each other, with the same sense of humour and attitude. Kidd had taken you under her wing, explaining what was happening at the game while Jay and Severiade cheered. When the game ended Stella encouraged you to drop by the Firehouse sometime to meet everyone else, seeming that everyone at Med and the district were all close.

You took Stella up on that, stopping by when they were on shift with baking. Normally you would take it to Jay or Will at work but they were both too busy today to stop and talk. When you wandered through the doors into the break room, immediately Stella jumped up to greet you.

In her Milwaukee accent, she declared, "This is Y/N Halstead! She's welcome here whenever." She said the last bit to you, grinning. She quickly went around the room rattling off the names of everyone.

You smiled, holding up your container, "I bought brownies."

Cruz got up from the table and mockingly raising his hands like he was thanking the lord, "You're a saint."

It became some kind of routine, often you would bake something a week, dropping it to the district and to the firehouse. They were always excited to see you; soon it became exactly how intelligence treated you. Like you had gotten a bunch of aunt and uncles overnight, who all cared about you.

Eventually, Stella convinced you to join Girls on Fire, roping Kylie into convincing you it was a fun program. Kylie told you about how Stella annoyed her until she committed to staying in Girls on Fire and now she was helping run it. When you joined, you loved it. It was nice to be around other girls who were like you and also be training in a fun way.

When Jay would pick you up after, he was always amused by how excited you were to tell him about what happened. Will was also impressed with the first aid they were teaching. He teased you about how he had tried to teach you and you didn't care, but now when it was someone else you were interested.

"That's because you suck at teaching," You replied.

Girls on fire was normally cancelled when it snowed, but today it had been on and off so Stella said she'd find something to do on the apparatus floor. Boden allowed Stella to park the squad and truck rigs on the driveway so you could use the floor. After a while of running around in turnout gear, you all started to complain about being overheated. Kylie had said something smart about getting used to the feeling if you wanted to actually fight a fire. Kidd had agreed, but opened one of the doors anyway so that there was some airflow.

There was a little snow here and there, but mostly clear. Jay had said that morning it was typical spring, somewhere in the middle of everything. The group was doing hose drills when your partner lost control of the spiralled hose. It slipped out of her hands and down the driveway. You all laughed and you went to grab it. Your partner had mixed up the couplings, meaning you could easily do a shoulder roll as you gathered up the hose. Kidd cheered on your technique, explaining what you were doing as you went. You held one arm around the hose and jogged back towards the group. As you headed back, you hit black ice. You felt yourself falling face first and threw your unoccupied arm out to stop your fall. When your palm hit the ground, your wrist buckled and you could almost feel the break.

You dropped the hose, immediately snatching your wrist to your chest and letting out a string of hushed curses.

Kidd came jogging over, "You good?"

You groaned, "Peachy," you gave her a thumbs up with your good hand.

Kidd chuckled, she offered you a hand up. You let her pull you up, groaning with the jolt in your wrist.

"Let me take a look," Kidd offered, she gently rolled up the sleeve on the turnout coak and looked at your wrist. It had swollen up to twice its size and turned bruised.

You screwed up your face, "Just my luck."

"I think you broke it," Kidd chuckled, amused by how irritated you looked. "Might have to get you to med,"

She walked you back towards the Firehouse, now more careful of the ground. When you got inside, Brett and Violet were waiting with Boden and Kelly. Boden gave permission for Violet and Brett to take you to Med, seeming it was easier than calling your brother. Violet and Kidd helped you out of the turnout gear then jumped into the back of the ambulance with you.

As you were pulling out onto the street, Kidd asked if you had your phone.

"Crap," you cursed, patting your pockets, "I left it in my bag at the station."

Violet laughed, "Worrying about breaking your phone but not your wrist?"

Kidd laughed, "I'll call kelly."

Jay answered his phone on the second ring, "Halstead."

"Hey Jay," Kelly spoke from the other end, "Kidd asked me to call you-"

"Is everything okay?" Jay interupted.

"Uh-" Kelly hesitated, the silence allowed Jay to hear the blearing of the dispatch bells through the phone, "Kidd, Sylvie and Violet took Y/N to Med- look, I gotta go, I'm sorry. Kidd will meet you at med." Kelly rushed through his words, hanging up so that he could respond to the call.

Jay slowly put down his phone, a frown. If you were hurt you would have called him, but why would Kidd be taking you to Med if you weren't hurt?

"Who was that?" Kevin asked as he walked past Jay's desk.

"Kelly Severiade," Jay responded, "He said Y/N's been taken to med."

"What?" Hailey quickly walked over, "Why?"

"He didn't say," Jay came to his senses, grabbing his keys and phone, "Just that Kidd was taking her to Med with Sylvie and Violet."

Voight caught the tail end of the conversation, urging the team to pack up so they could all go to Med for support. He could tell from the look on everyone's faces how they were all quietly worried.

Jay had to hold back the urge to flick on the lights and sirens. and speed across town to Med.

Will could hardly control his laugh when he watched you walk into Med, cradling your arm.

"Laugh it up, William," You scolded, letting him help you onto the bed in an exam room.

"I will," He chuckled, gesturing for you to give him your arm so he could look at it.

You pouted, "Can't I have a decent doctor?"

Will rolled his eyes dramatically.

"I doubt you'll find one here," Maggie said as she walked in, coming to stand at your good side with a hand on her hip, "What have you done to yourself?"

You grinned sheepishly, unable to find the words.

Kidd came to your rescue from the doorway, explaining how you managed to wipe out and land on your wrist. And then going on to explain how you left your phone in your bag so you couldn't call Will or Jay before.

"Let's get an X-ray for that wrist then," Will said, watching Maggie type it into her tablet, "It's probably broken so we'll put a call into ortho to get it casted."

Maggie nodded along, putting her tablet away and propping your wrist on a pillow and placing an ice pack over it.

"Ortho is backed up, it might be awhile before they get down here."

"You can use that time to think of what colour cast you want," Will said with a playful grin. He let you know that he would have to check on a few different patients but he would be back to see the X-rays and check on you later.

Kidd took a seat next to you, smiling and asking how you felt.

"Like an idiot," You replied, "You always warn us to be careful and I had to go breaking my arm."

Kidd laughed, "Hey, at least you got us out of the firehouse for a bit."

You smiled, watching Sylvie and Violet come over to the door after stocking up the ambo and making a hot coco trip.

Sylvie put a cup on the tray next to you, "Hot coco for you."

"Thanks," You replied, cradling it with your good hand.

Violet jokingly ruffled your hair, "Anything for our favourite patient."

You laughed, bidding your goodbyes after they said that they had to leave for the firehouse. Kidd asked you to keep her updated and even if you couldn't do girls on fire, you should still come along. You said you would, you could stand on the sidelines and cheer like her and Kylie.

You were left alone for a little while before Will finally returned with the X Ray tech.

Will showed you the Xray on the screen, "Well it's definitely broken."

"Oh thanks, doc," You scowled, "I couldn't tell."

Will laughed, taking a seat and leaning on the bed while you spoke with the Ortho resident. The resident offered you your pick of four colours and you had made Will choose because you couldn't. Will had immediately chosen Black and you scoffed, 'No way.'

You almost hit the roof when Jay came running into the room. He looked terrified and completely out of breath. He stood staring at you and Will for a moment, then the rest of Intelligence came barreling in after him.

"Hello," You said slowly, confused why they were all there.

"Kelly called," Jay said.

"I forgot my phone at the firehouse, Kidd didn't have your number," You said sheepishly.

Jay let out a sigh, "I thought you were seriously hurt."

Will was laughing quietly, "Why didn't you call me?"

Jay frowned, "I tried," He argued, "You didn't pick up."

Wills smile fell, "oh,"

You burst out laughing, "Wow, one job big brother."

Jay turned back to his team, telling them they could go seeming you clearly weren't about to die. He came around the bed and took a seat at the end.

He gestured to your arm which was now cast in bright yellow, "What happened?"

You waved your casted wrist around, "Broke my wrist."

Jay shook his head in disbelief, "How did you manage that?"

"I slipped on black ice," You shrugged.

Jay looked a little disappointed, "Of course you did."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Will smiled, "He only means you aren't always the most sure footed."

You faked being offended, "Are you calling me a clutz?"

"Yes," Both your brothers replied.

Will and Jay laughed as you crossed your arms and sunk into the bed with a pout, "Thanks a lot."

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taliaaurora · 1 year

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You Look Happier - Kelly Severide

Warning: none.

Summary: Being a member of Firehouse 51 meant you were also invited to Kelly's wedding. You didn't imagine seeing your ex-boyfriend walk out of the while with someone else would break you that bad.

Word Count: 558.

A/N: I'm sorry for being distant from Tumblr and not posting anything in the last couple of months. This last semester at uni was a living hell, I hope i can write more now that I have more free time. I hope you enjoy this, I ❤ u!

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“You look happier.” You confessed, walking up to Kelly before taking a seat next to him at the bar. You knew that the music playing in the background was not loud enough to hide the sadness in your voice. He knew you like the back of his own hand, so you couldn't help but feel a little ashamed by the comment you just made.

"That's because I am." He flashed you a half smile. "I am happier." You couldn't say it didn't hurt you a bit when he confirmed that. You met his smile and stared at him for a while, rearranging the thoughts in your head. You wished it was you. You wished you were the girl that just walked out of the aisle with her arm looped around Kelly's.

"I'm happy for you. Really, I am." You nodded your head, gently squeezing his arm. "I am sorry that things didn't work out between us. But…seeing you here with that big smile on your face made my heart fill with joy. I always wanted you to be happy, Kelly. Even if that means I have to see you getting married to someone else."

Kelly stared at you for a while, not knowing what to say. He could see you were telling him the truth, you really were happy for him, but the look in your eyes told him something else. He could see right through you. You were hurting.

“I heard you’re leaving 51.” He changed the subject, taking a sip from his drink as he looked away. Deep down there was this odd feeling as if he was suddenly doubting the decision he made just an hour ago. He felt that if he kept looking into your eyes for too long he might regret getting married to the person that could've been you. Sometimes he looks at you and asks himself where did it all go wrong.

“Yeah, I'm leaving 51.” You quickly nodded your head, whipping off the tears that were forming in your eyes. “I need a fresh start, you know? I think spending some time away from Chicago might do some good.”

“Away from Chicago or away from me?” Kelly mumbled, his question felt more like a statement. Before you could answer, he shook his head and flashed you a smile. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I think you should do whatever makes you feel better. If staying away from Chicago for a while is the solution, then go for it. I’ll be here for you when you come back.” He gently squeezed your shoulder as his own eyes started to water.

You nodded your head and pressed your lips together, holding back a sob. There was no point in holding back the tears, they were already running down your face as you quietly stood up and grabbed your purse.

Looking back at the party, you saw all of your friends smiling and having fun. Herrmann saw you standing there and quickly made his way toward you, noticing the fresh tears in your eyes. Without saying a word, he grabbed you by the hand and dragged you to the center of the room where all of your friends were drinking and dancing. Everyone from 51 was there, having the time of their life. They would hate you for not saying goodbye.

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jayhalsteadsimp2019 · 1 year

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Summary: When Lyla’s world is turned upside down, she turns to harmful and unhealthy coping methods.

TW: Self Harm, Alcohol, Substance Abuse, Vaping, Blood, Sexual Assault, Anxiety, Swearing, Awful Writing

Word Count: 7k

Note: Hi! This is the first fanfic I’ve ever posted so it’s kinda bad but oh well lol I hope you like it (:

Lyla woke up in a cold sweat, desperately gasping for air. She sprung up in her bed, clutching her blanket like a lifeline that would help her escape. Obviously, it didn’t work. She told herself to take deep breaths, in and out slowly, and after what felt like forever, her breathing slowed, heart following suit.

She checked the time, groaning softly in annoyance as it was only 2:57 in the morning. She rested her head against her headboard, allowing the tears she felt forming to fall. It was her fault. It wouldn’t have happened if she would’ve just stayed home.

It was supposed to be fun. She was supposed to have a good time, enjoying herself, her brothers not knowing a thing. Of course, Jay and Will would never let Lyla go to a party, but they didn’t have to know, right? It would be fine. Her and her best friend Caleb would sneak away, have a drink or two, then Lyla would make it home before Jay and Will did, since they had to work late anyway. She’d be fine, besides, if anything went wrong, Cal would be there for her.

Well, that’s what Lyla thought, anyway. She had known, trusted, and loved Cal in a platonic way since they were little. They did everything together. They told each other everything. They shared their fears, their insecurities, the problems they each faced as teenagers. They trusted each other. She trusted Cal, until that trust was broken in a way Lyla never imagined possible. Her best friend betrayed her, leaving her to pick up the pieces.

She reached over for the hydro flask on her nightstand and pulled up the straw. She hesitated for a second, knowing she’d regret it later, but took a large sip of the alcohol she put inside, having stolen it from her brothers. It helped her fall asleep, even if it didn’t keep her asleep. She hadn’t been sleeping well since the party. She just wanted to sleep, so badly.

She put her water bottle back on her desk, resting her head on her pillow. What would Jay and Will think, she thought, if they knew what she was doing to herself? If they knew what Cal did to her? She couldn’t tell them, she couldn’t see the look of disappointment on their faces. She couldn’t and she wouldn’t.

After a while she gave up on trying to go to sleep. When she saw that it was only 3:14, she groaned in annoyance and stared up at her ceiling. She thought about how things would be different if she didn’t go to that party. If she would have just listened to Jay and Will, everything would be fine. Why couldn’t she just listen?

Her heart began to race as guilt presented itself. She sat up and put her head in her hands, tugging roughly at her hair as if that would help. When it didn’t and the guilt got worse, she grabbed her phone from her night stand. She then jumped off of her bed and rushed to her bathroom, making sure the door didn’t slam, and locked her door.

She turned on the light and put her hands on the counter, looking at herself in the mirror. She knew she’d feel guilty later, but she told herself it’s what she needed to do, because she’d feel fine now, and the pills would help later. She hesitated for a moment longer, and then grabbed her phone. With shaky hands she removed her phone case, revealing the blade she kept inside.

She grabbed the blade and looked at it for a moment, considering if this would be a good idea. She shook her head as if to shake away those thoughts and carefully set the blade on the counter. She then rolled up the sleeve of her hoodie, revealing the already cut and scarred arm. She took a deep breath, grabbed the blade and put it to her arm. She began cutting, watching as the blade pierced her skin, blood pooling around the blade. She removed the blade, and when the guilt still resided, she made another cut. Guilt finally gone, she rolled her sleeve down, blood trickling down her arm, and made sure no blood was on the ground. After cleaning what was on the ground, she put her blade and phone case back, turned off her light and exited the bathroom.

She laid back down on her bed, putting her phone on her night stand, and pulled her blanket around her. Somehow, and she had no idea how, she managed to fall asleep.

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Lyla’s somewhat peaceful slumber was interrupted by a knock on her door, making her jump.

“Lyla, it’s 6:00.” Jay announced, and Lyla rubbed her eyes. When she didn’t answer, he knocked again.

“Don’t make me come in there.”

“Okay, okay, I’m up!” Lyla pulled the covers off and hopped out of bed. She thought about making her bed, but she decided against it. She chose an outfit- a dark colored long sleeved shirt, gray leggings and her favorite black hoodie, and made her way to her bathroom. She washed her face, brushed her hair and teeth, and began getting dressed.

Everything was fine, until she changed her shirt, and she remembered what she had done to herself earlier that morning. The guilt began coming back and tears began to form in her eyes. Why couldn’t she just keep clean? Why didn’t she just tell Jay and Will? Why didn’t she stay home in the first place?

She quickly put her shirt on and rolled up her sleeves. She then made her way out of the bathroom and grabbed her book bag. She opened the smaller pocket in the front and began searching around with her hands, until she found her vape. She knew this would make her feel guilty, so she closed her book bag and moved to her bed. She grabbed her pillow and slowly grabbed the bottle of pills she hid, making sure not to shake them. She then moved to her window, opened it, and hit her vape a few times. She closed her window and made her way to her bathroom, vape still in hand. She closed her door and poured one onto her hand. She swallowed it, without water, and placed the bottle on the counter, looking at herself in the mirror. She hated herself for this, but she couldn’t tell Jay or Will.

It was a constant cycle, drink alcohol to sleep, cut to get rid of the guilt from drinking, vape to get rid of the guilt from cutting, pop pills to get rid of the guilt from vaping, cut to get rid of the guilt from popping pills. It started to drive her crazy, but she couldn’t stop. She wanted to, but it was the only thing that helped her with the triggers, the stress, and the guilt for not listening to her brothers.

She felt a tear fall, and she wiped it away quickly. She put the lid back on the bottle of pills and made her way out of the bathroom. She quietly put her pills back in her pillow case and decided to make her bed, because she knew Jay and Will were beginning to catch on. She didn’t want them searching her room, because she knew she'd get in so much trouble. She then put her vape back in her book bag and slung her book bag over her shoulder. She grabbed her phone and ear buds from her night stand, deciding to leave her hydro flask. She put her hair up in a messy bun as she checked the time-6:26, turned her light off and exited her bedroom.

“Good morning.” Jay greeted as Lyla made her way down the stairs. She made her way to the island and took a seat as Jay made breakfast.

“Morning.” Lyla mumbled, opening her phone and scrolling through Instagram.

“Someone’s grumpy.” Will retorted as he entered the room, taking a seat next to Lyla, who just rolled her eyes at the comment. They sat there, a somewhat comfortable silence falling over them, until Will spoke up.

“You okay?” Will asked, showing concern for his sister. Jay and Will noticed changes in Lyla’s attitude and noticed she had become distant.

“Yeah.” Lyla replied, keeping her focus on her phone.

“Are you sure?” Jay butted in, setting a plate of pancakes in front of his sister, “You’ve been acting a little different.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Lyla and her brothers knew she was lying through her teeth, but she didn’t care. Jay and Will shared a look.

“Hey,” Will started, his voice soft, “You know you can talk to us if something’s wrong, right?”

“Yep, but like I said, I’m fine.” Lyla was starting to get irritated, the pills not having kicked in yet.

“Lyla, if something’s going on we just wanna-”

Lyla slammed her phone down, making Jay and Will jump.

“I said I’m fine! How many times do I have to tell you guys? Just leave me alone!” She grabbed her phone and air-pods, jumped off the stool and made her way to the front door, despite how early it was.

“You’re not gonna eat?” Jay asked, still shocked that Lyla had just snapped.

“I’m not hungry!” She yelled as she slammed the door, leaving her brothers dumbfounded.

“That went well.” Will remarked, still shocked Lyla had reacted that way.

“Yep.” Jay replied as he sat down next to his older brother, worry for his sister growing by the second.

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Lyla made her way to the park, shocked at the way she had just acted.

She had never, ever yelled at Jay or Will like that, and it scared her.

She threw her book bag on the picnic table and pulled her vape out. She closed her book bag and made her way over to the swings, sitting down on one and placing her bag on another.

She put her air-pods in at full volume and hit the vape a few times, trying to block out the world and what had just happened. When that didn’t work, she let the tears fall.

She was angry at herself for the way she had just acted. She knew her brothers were just trying to figure out what was wrong so they could help her. She was beyond pissed and upset, because she was taking out the anger she felt for herself on her brothers.

After a while, she stopped crying and she felt the pills kick in. She checked the time and saw that it was 7:15, which was the time she’d normally leave. She hopped off her swing, put her vape in her back pocket and grabbed her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder. She slowly walked to school, knowing she’d hate herself even more later.

Lyla was sitting in her third hour class, drawing on her desk, not even paying attention to what was going on. Unfortunately for her, the pill was starting to wear off.

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“Mr. Doherty?” The school’s secretary, Mrs. Lewis, called over the intercom. Lyla didn’t think anything of it, because the secretary called all of the teachers frequently.

“Yes?” Mr. Doherty replied.

“Could you send Lyla Halstead to the office?” This obviously caught Lyla’s attention. She looked up at her teacher, confused.

“Yes. She’ll be right there.”

“Alright. Thank you.” Mrs. Lewis hung up, and Lyla made her way to the classroom door.

“Do you know what they need you for?” Mr. Doherty inquired as Lyla reached the door.

Lyla looked towards her teacher, “No.” Then, she opened the door and left, confused as to why she was being called down to the office.

When she got in there, the principal, Mr. Kramer, was waiting for her, which scared her.

“Is everything okay?” Lyla asked, worried and confused at the same time.

“Yeah, everything’s okay.” Mr. Kramer started, which eased Lyla’s worries a bit. Mr. Kramer continued, “We just need you to get your book bag.”

“Am I being signed out?” Lyla inquired, confused as to why they would need her book bag. She wasn't sure this was the case, because they would've told her teacher over the intercom.

“Not exactly.” Mr. Kramer stated, “Just get your bag and we’ll go from there.”

“Okay.” Lyla replied, still very confused, and left the office to go get her book bag as instructed. She made it to her locker, put her combination in, and grabbed her book bag, trying to think of a reason they would need her bag. Then, she closed her locker, making sure it was locked, and made her way back to the office.

Once she got in there, she handed Mr. Kramer her backpack.

“Have a seat, Lyla.” Mr. Kramer instructed, and Lyla did so.

Lyla watched as Mr. Kramer opened her bag and began searching. She didn’t say a word, still confused, and it wasn’t until he opened the small pocket that it hit her-her vape.

Lyla had been careful, or so she thought. She rarely vaped at school unless it was outside, and she didn't think anyone would've seen her. Even if it wasn't the vape he was looking for, he'd find it now, but was that what he was looking for in the first place?

The latter was revealed to her when Mr. Kramer stopped searching and pulled out her vape. At that moment, she was very glad she didn’t bring her hydro flask.

Mr. Kramer sighed and turned to look at Mrs. Lewis, showing her the vape. She too sighed, surprised that Lyla would ever do such a thing.

“I’ll call her brother.” Mrs. Lewis stated and picked up the phone. Mr. Kramer turned back to Lyla, who had a look of guilt on her face.

“Go get the rest of your homework for the week.” Mr. Kramer instructed, and Lyla stood up and left the office.

The whole time, she was pissed, at herself, at whoever told on her, because that’s what had to have happened. She was just pissed at the world in general. What would Jay and Will think? This thought made her want to cry, because she knew they’d be livid and disappointed in her. How would they be able to trust her? She felt so, so guilty about everything, and it was stressing her out beyond belief.

Once she got her stuff from Mr. Doherty’s and her homework from the rest of her teachers, she grabbed the books and notebooks necessary for her work from her locker and made her way back to the office, putting her stuff in her book bag. She sat down in the seat, leg bouncing in anticipation.

Usually, she would’ve hoped it wasn’t Jay that showed up, but this time, she hoped it wouldn’t be Will that showed up, because first, doctors and vapes are like oil and water and second, the looks of disappointment she was sure he’d give her would destroy her even more. She couldn’t do that.

Unfortunately for Lyla, when the office door opened, it was Will that walked in and not Jay. He immediately looked to Lyla, who was staring at the floor.

“Mr. Halstead, please have a seat.” Mr. Kramer instructed.

“Please, call me Will.” Will started as he took a seat next to Lyla, “What’s this about?” Mr. Kramer stood next to Mrs. Lewis, clearing his throat, “Well, a student came to my office this morning stating they had seen your sister vaping. We didn’t believe it until, well, we found this in her bag.” Mr. Kramer pulled out the vape, and Lyla looked up for a split second to read Will’s face. His features went from one of surprise to anger, and when he looked at her, she regretted looking up.

“Wanna explain yourself?” Will asked, a tinge of anger present in his voice. Lyla just stayed silent, returning her gaze to the ground, knowing he was more angry than he seemed.

Will sighed and looked back at Mr. Kramer, “What kind of punishment is she looking at?”

“She’s being suspended for the rest of the week and she’ll have one day of in school suspension.” Mr. Kramer said, and Will ran a hand down his face, disappointed and shocked Lyla would do this, still angry of course. Actually, angry would probably be an understatement.

“Alright. Is there anything you need me to sign?”

“You just need to sign her out.”

Lyla stayed seated as Will stood up and signed her out.

Once finished, Will turned to Lyla, “Let’s go.” Lyla got up and walked out of the door.

Before Will left, he turned to Mr. Kramer, “I’m sorry about this. I don’t know what’s gotten into her. I can assure you this will not happen again.”

“I’m sure it won’t. She’s a good kid. Don’t be too hard on her.” Will nodded his head, then followed Lyla out to his car.

Before Lyla made it outside, the bell rang, and students flocked out of the classrooms. She caught a glimpse of Cal, who actually waved at her as if nothing had happened at the party, and it made her want to throw up. She put her now shaking hands in her pockets as she made it to Will’s car, sitting in the backseat so she’d be as far away from him as possible.

Lyla had just buckled her seat belt when Will entered the driver’s seat and slammed the door.

“What the fuck Lyla? A vape? Really?” Will yelled, turning the car on and buckling his seat belt. Lyla just acted unfazed, because after what she had just seen with Cal, she knew she would crack, especially now that the pills were wearing off. She couldn’t do that, not right now.

Will turned around to face Lyla, “I’m so disappointed in you, Lyla. I didn’t think you could stoop this fucking low.” Then, Will turned around and began driving, trying his hardest not to drive like a mad man.

Lyla tried to act unfazed, but those words kept echoing through her head. “I didn’t think you could stoop this fucking low. I didn’t think you could stoop this fucking low. I didn’t think you could stoop this fucking low.” Her heart began to race and she felt like she was going to cry, but she couldn’t do that, she couldn’t give in. She needed to calm down, and the only thing that would calm her was cutting, and she couldn’t do that right now, not in Will’s car.

“I didn’t think you could stoop this fucking low.” She began to pick at her thumbnail with her index finger, something she did when she was stressed. Even though she was glad she didn’t bring her hydro flask, she kind of wished she did.

“I didn’t think you could stoop this fucking low.” She wanted the words to go away, she needed them to. Although she tried to stay calm, she began to breathe harder.

“Do you know how fucking dangerous vaping is?” Will yelled, not aware of how Lyla was feeling at all, “You’re so lucky I don’t take you to med to get checked out right now. And don’t think I’m not telling Jay about this.”

As Will kept ranting, Lyla thought about the look Jay would give her when he found out, how he’d yell at her as well. She then thought about Hailey. They’d both be so disappointed in her, for everything.

“I didn’t think you could stoop this fucking low.”

She pulled her knees to her chest as best she could with the seat belt in the way and buried her head in her knees. She thought of the party, of what Cal had done to her. She couldn’t handle the rush of memories, Will yelling, the looks she imagined Hailey and Jay would give her. She started silently crying, wishing Will would shut the fuck up and these images memories and words would leave her head.

“Out of all the things you could have possibly done, you chose to vape? Really?”

“Please stop.” Lyla begged softly, but Will couldn’t hear her. She felt like an object, like she didn’t matter to anyone. She felt like she couldn’t carry this weight anymore. She started to shake slightly as she wrapped her arms around her legs as tightly as she could and put her hands in her hair, tugging softly.

“Do you know how many kids your age I’ve seen in the ED because of vaping? Do you?” Lyla whimpered softly. Will looked in the rear-view mirror and sighed.

“Lyla-” Will’s voice became softer, kinder. He took a breath, “I’m sorry.” When Lyla didn't say anything, Will guessed it wasn’t just the vape that had been bothering her.

Will sighed, “Lyla, can you please tell me what’s going on?”

“No.” Lyla replied through tears, and it broke Will’s heart.

“Please? I just wanna help you.”

“I said no!” She took her hands out of her hair and gripped her arms, slightly digging into her cuts through her thick sleeves. Will sighed and just continued driving, knowing if he kept pushing she’d become too distressed and likely have a panic attack.

Lyla felt like she was going to explode. She just needed to make it to her bathroom.

She wished the words, images and thoughts would just leave, just until she was alone. She couldn’t take it. For the first time, she felt like giving up.

After what felt like hours, Lyla felt the car come to a stop. She looked up to see that they were finally at their house. She unbuckled her seatbelt, grabbed her book bag and exited the car. She waited for Will to unlock the door, and after he did so, she rushed to her room.

“Lyla-” Will tried to talk to her, but she was already halfway up the stairs. Her door slammed and Will sighed.

Lyla immediately made her way to her bathroom, phone in hand. She quickly removed her phone case and rolled her sleeves up. She began cutting, the most she’d cut at once, making new cuts and reopening older ones. She took a deep breath, cleaned the blade and counter top with toilet paper, put her blade and phone case back, rolled down her sleeves and exited the bathroom. She laid on her bed, face in her pillow, and cried silently to herself, guilty because of the vape and what she had just done to herself. She was glad she wore black because nobody would be able to see the blood, and the fact that she did this broke her even more.

She laid there for a while until she heard a knock on her door.

“Lyla, I’m coming in.” Will’s soft voice announced. Lyla rolled onto her back and sat up as the door opened.

“Are you feeling okay?” Will asked, seeing as Lyla had been crying. Lyla nodded.

“Do you want some water?” Will offered, and Lyla nodded her head. At this moment, she realized she had heard those words before.

“Alright. I’ll be right back.” Will told Lyla, and he walked out of her room to go downstairs and get a water bottle, Lyla's mind shifting to the night she'd heard those exact words before.

Lyla had been stressed with upcoming exams, hence coming to the party. She had a pretty bad headache, and the loud noises from the event weren’t helping, the opposite actually. She made her way to the kitchen where Cal was sitting.

“Are you feeling okay?” Cal asked, sounding concerned.

“Yeah, I’m good. I just have a headache is all.”

“Do you want some water?” Cal offered generously, holding out a water bottle.

“Sure.” Lyla accepted his offer, and Cal handed her the water bottle. Lyla took a few sips, feeling the cool liquid run down her throat.

“Thanks, Cal.” Lyla thanked sincerely.

“Yeah, no problem.”

If Lyla would’ve known what Cal had done to that water, she wouldn’t have accepted it.

“Lyla?” Will called out.

“What?” Lyla asked, having forgotten about their previous encounter.

“I got your water.” Will answered, concern filling his voice as he handed her the water.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah.” Will replied, “You alright? I called your name like 50 times.”

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Alright.” Will replied skeptically. He was about to say something else, when his phone went off. He pulled it out of his pocket and groaned as he read the notification.

“I have to get to Med.” Will sighed, “I’m gonna call Stella and see if she can watch you, alright?” Lyla nodded her head, and Will brushed a strand of hair out of her face, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Will planted a kiss on her forehead, then left her room.

Lyla waited until Will was gone before getting out of bed. Will had texted her saying Stella was on her way, so she knew she had to do this quickly. She grabbed her near empty hydro flask and made her way to her bathroom. She quickly washed it, then made her way into the kitchen. She opened the fridge and grabbed the bottle of Tequila that belonged to her brothers, opened her hydro flask and filled it up about half way. She put it back in the fridge, closed her hydro flask, and went to the main bathroom. She grabbed febreeze so Stella wouldn’t be skeptical, sprayed some, put it back and made her way up the stairs, hydro flask in hand. She closed her bedroom door and connected her air pods to her phone. She then chugged the contents in the hydro flask and made her way to her bathroom.

Once inside, she rewashed the hydro flask, brushed and flossed her teeth, then rinsed out with mouthwash. She made a few more cuts to take the guilt of drinking alcohol away. She cleaned the blood off of the counter, not really caring about cleaning her arms. She rolled up her sleeves as she exited the bathroom, putting her blade back once she was by her nightstand. She grabbed a packet of gum out of her nightstand drawer, popping three pieces into her mouth. She grabbed the water bottle Will had given her earlier and poured the contents into her hydro flask. She shuffled her Spotify playlist she’d been listening to lately and put her air pods in. She laid down on her bed, putting her phone and air pods case next to her. She pulled the covers over her as she quickly fell into a peaceful, drunken slumber.

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“Hey, Stella.” Jay greeted as he, Hailey and Will walked in, “Was Lyla good for you?”

“Hey! I checked on her once and she was asleep. I haven’t seen her since.”

“Oh. Well, thanks for being here anyway. I owe you one.”

“Don’t sweat it. I’m happy to help.” Then, Stella grabbed her stuff and left, heading for her shift at Molly’s.

“I’ll go check on her.” Will informed Jay and Hailey who nodded. He turned around and made his way upstairs to Lyla’s bedroom.

“Lyla?” Will called as he softly knocked on her door. When he didn’t get a response, he became kind of worried, and opened the door. He saw that she was fast asleep, which calmed him down. He was about to leave, when he thought he saw something on her right arm. He decided to check it out, just to be sure. When he made it over there, he saw what looked like dried blood that had trickled down her arm, which worried him. Curiosity got the best of him, and he gently grabbed her arm, slowly rolling up her sleeve.

When he saw the cuts, he wanted to cry. He flipped her arm and saw more cuts. He was relieved there weren't very many, until he realized her other arm would likely have more, being that she was right handed. This realization made him want to throw up. He didn’t think something could have been bothering Lyla this badly.

Lyla jolted awake from the contact, a nightmare having begun when Will opened the door.

“What the fuck?” She muttered, then she saw Will, “Will, what are you-?” She followed his gaze and saw her arm. She sat up a little in bed and slowly looked up, meeting Will’s worried eyes.

“Will, i-it’s not what it looks like-” Lyla tried to protest, but she was at a loss for words.

“Jay!” Will called for his younger brother.

“Will!” Lyla hissed as Jay came rushing in. She banged her head on her head board in annoyance and guilt. She was sure her secret wouldn't be a secret anymore.

“What’s up?” Jay inquired worriedly. He walked over to Will, and was shocked to see Lyla’s arm. He bent down and inspected it.

Jay was honestly at a loss for words. Lyla just ran a hand through her hair in exasperation and fear.

Jay walked over to Lyla’s left side and bent down.

“Can you roll this sleeve up?” Jay asked gently. Lyla knew there was no escape. She rolled her other sleeve up, revealing cuts all up and down her arm, at least twice as many as her right arm. Lyla felt tears form in her eyes and her heart began to race.

“Lyla,” Jay started, his voice soft, “Can you tell us why you did this?”

Lyla stayed silent, putting her hands to her eyes to try and stop the tears from flowing.

“Lyla,” Will spoke up after a moment, “Can you please tell us? We can help you.” “No. I-It doesn’t matter. It’s my fault anyway.”

Jay and Will shared a look, then Jay spoke up, “Lyla, please. I promise we won’t be mad at you.”

Lyla looked at her brothers, their gazes a mix between soft and concerned. She knew it was now or never.

She sighed and took a deep breath, putting her head back and closing her eyes, “I snuck out to go to a party and Cal drugged and raped me.”

Even though the words were rushed, Jay and Will still heard them, and to say they were pissed at Cal was an understatement.

Lyla drew in a deep, shaky breath, “I-I’m sorry. If I would’ve listened-”

“Hey, look at me.” Jay instructed, his voice soft. Lyla met his gaze, and he grabbed her hand, “None of this, and I mean none of this, is your fault, okay? It’s Cal’s and only Cal’s.” Lyla nodded her head.

Will opened his arms, “Come here.” Lyla accepted the embrace and cried in Will’s arms while he rubbed her back soothingly.

He looked at Jay, “Go get him.” Will mouthed, rage in his eyes. Jay nodded and walked out of the room, Will turning his attention back to Lyla.

“Hey, what happened?” Hailey asked as she saw her husband coming down the stairs. She could tell he was beyond livid.

“Call Voight, tell him we have a case. I’ll explain on the way.” Jay grabbed his coat and keys and stalked out to the truck, Hailey following suit.

Meanwhile, Will had gotten Lyla to calm down.

“I want you to know none of this is your fault. Just because you snuck out doesn’t mean you’re the one to blame, okay?” Lyla nodded. Will planted a kiss on her head and got up.

“Will?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you stay with me?”

“Yeah, of course. I’m just gonna grab a blanket and pillow from my room, okay?” Lyla nodded her head.

After a few minutes, Will came back with his blanket and pillow. He turned off her light and laid down next to her, wrapping an arm around her protectively. She rested her head on his chest, enjoying his warmth. After a while, she finally fell asleep, feeling the safety she’d craved.

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“Voight.” Voight’s gruff voice came over the line. Jay and Hailey were in the truck, Jay racing towards the district, obviously using his lights and sirens.

“Hey Sarge.” Hailey started, “Jay has a case.”

“Talk to me, Halstead.”

Jay sighed, “Lyla told us she snuck out to a party and was drugged and assaulted. The offender is Caleb McCarthy, 15, no priors.”

“Alright. Do you know how long ago this happened?”

“No. I’ll call Will and have him ask Lyla.”

“Alright. I’ll call the team. Do you know where this prick lives?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright. Come to the district, we can debrief the team there.”

“Okay. Thanks, Sarge.”

“You don’t have to thank me. She’s family. I’ll see you in a few.” Then, Voight hung up.

Hailey rested a hand on Jay’s arm, “We’ll get him, Jay.”

“Yeah, I know. I just feel bad for her, you know? She had to carry this by herself for God knows how long.”

“Yeah.” Hailey squeezed Jay’s arm as they pulled into the district. Hailey got out of the truck and made her way to the bullpen as Jay called Will.

“What’s up?” Will asked, answering on the second ring.

“Can you ask Lyla when the party happened?”

“Yeah, hold on.” Will put the phone down and turned his attention to his sister. He gently rubbed her back.

“Lyla.” He said softly, and Lyla opened her eyes.

“Hey, I’m sorry to have to wake you, but I have to ask you something. Do you remember when the party happened?”

Lyla thought for a moment before answering, “October 15th."

“Alright. Thank you. You can go back to sleep now, okay?” Lyla nodded her head, resting it where it was a moment before.

Will picked up his phone, “October 15th.”

“Alright. Thanks man.”

“Yeah. Go get him.” Will hung up and pulled Lyla closer to him, planting a kiss on her head.

Jay walked into the district and buzzed himself up to the bullpen where the team was waiting, already aware of the situation.

“October 15th. That’s when the party happened.”

“Alright.” Voight started, scratching his head, “We’re gonna need more evidence. Go through his phone records, check his social media, anything we can. Let’s get this prick.”

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Will knew Maggie was on shift, so when he knew Lyla was asleep, he called her to tell her he was gonna need to use some of his vacation days. He didn’t tell her exactly what happened, just that it was a family matter.

Will was beyond pissed. He just hoped Jay would get that son of a bitch that had hurt his little sister, causing her to spiral to the point she was hurting herself. It broke his heart. He really wished they would’ve caught on sooner, because he knew they’d have more evidence.

He looked at Lyla who was currently sound asleep. She felt so fragile in his arms, so vulnerable, so scared. He figured that was the reason she had started vaping. He wanted to ask her if she was doing anything else, but he didn't want to push her. All she needed right now was her brothers to be there for her, and Will knew this.

Will didn’t understand how someone could do something so evil, so wrong, especially someone he knew Lyla trusted with her life. That’s what pissed Will off the most, was the fact that she trusted him since she was little. Her and Cal had been best friends since kindergarten, and he broke that bond so selfishly.

Suddenly, Lyla jolted awake, heart racing. Will’s heart broke, knowing exactly what was going on.

“Hey, hey, I got you. I’m right here.” Lyla’s heart slowed and she leaned into her brother.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Will asked gently, and Lyla nodded her head.

Will planted a kiss on top of her head, “It’s okay. Do you want your hydro flask?” Lyla nodded her head. Will used his free arm and grabbed the hydro flask, flipping the straw up. He handed it to her, and Lyla took it, taking a few sips of the water inside. She closed the straw and put it on the nightstand closest to her, feeling tears well up in her eyes.

“I should’ve stayed home.”

“No. Just because you snuck out doesn’t make it your fault. It’s not your fault, and it can not and never will be your fault.” Will pulled her closer, wanting her to know that she was safe and that none of this was her fault.

“Can you tell me a story?” Lyla asked.

“What kind of story?”

“I don’t know, like something you and Jay did together.”

Will thought for a moment, then chuckled when he thought of the perfect story.

“Okay. You know the Target by your school?” Lyla nodded her head, and Will continued, “One day, Jay and I ditched. We walked around, and when we got up to the Target, for some reason we decided to steal a shopping cart from the parking lot.”

“Jay jumped in the cart and I pushed him all the way until we got back to the school. I then had the idea to push the cart up the wheelchair ramp outside the front entrance and then push him down the stairs.”

“What happened?” Lyla inquired, kind of intrigued.

“Well, you know that big ass scar on his right arm?” Lyla nodded. “He has that because the cart flung Jay forward and he almost broke his arm. When Mom and Dad found out they grounded us for a month and we had to pay for the shopping cart we stole.”

“I thought you were smart.” Lyla retorted playfully.

“Hey!” Will protested, “I am smart!” Lyla giggled, and Will chuckled. He was glad he made her laugh, because that was the first time in forever that he saw her actually smile.

Lyla yawned, and Will held her tighter. After a while, she fell asleep again, leaving Will awake and pondering.

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“I think I got something!” Kevin announced from his desk. Everyone stood up and made their way to Kev’s desk.

“This tweet was posted around 9:00 the night of the party.” Kevin informed the team.

“Didn’t think drugging someone would be that easy.” Kim read the tweet, which was posted by Cal. It angered everyone, especially Jay.

“Doesn’t that count as a confession?” Jay asked Voight eagerly.

“To the drugging, yes, but to the rape itself, no. Anyone have anything else we can use?”

“I might.” Adam started, opening a vanilla folder, “I recovered some deleted texts Caleb sent to a contact named JJ that were sent the day after the party and, well, they’re pretty, um, gruesome.” Adam handed the paper with the messages to Voight, who began reading to himself. Let’s just say Voight became angrier by the second, and when Voight gets angry, well, you don’t want to mess with him.

“Kim, you get a warrant. Halstead, Upton, once we get the warrant, we’ll get this prick.” Voight demanded, and the three of them grabbed their coats. Voight would’ve made Jay stay, but after reading those texts, he didn’t really care.

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Having secured the arrest warrant, Jay sped off to Cal’s house, Voight following close behind. When they got there, Jay parked the truck in front of Cal’s house, and he and Hailey hopped out, Voight following behind.

Hailey knocked on the door, and after a few moments, Cal opened the door.

“Hi, Hailey.” Cal greeted, “What’s up?”

“Hey, Caleb.” Hailey replied sarcastically, faking a smile, “I need you to get against the wall for me.”

“What, why?” Cal asked, seemingly confused.

“Get against the wall, now.” Jay commanded using his don’t fuck with me tone of voice, and Cal did as told.

Jay pushed in front of Hailey and walked into the house, handcuffs out. He first patted Cal down, then he began cuffing him, when Cal’s mom and dad came into the room.

“What’s going on?” Cal’s mom inquired, confused and worried at the same time.

“We have an arrest warrant, ma’am.” Voight informed the confused parents, handing her the arrest warrant.

“Th-This is insane! He couldn’t have done anything wrong!” Cal’s mom exclaimed, not even reading the paper the sergeant handed her.

“Oh yeah,” Jay started, anger present in his voice and features, “Tell that to the fifteen year old girl he sexually assaulted.” Jay turned his attention to Cal, pushing him forward and leading him out of the house, “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you.”

Hailey made her way to the passenger side as Jay opened the back door and shoved Cal inside. He slammed the door and walked over to the driver side, hopping in and starting the car. He drove to the district, Voight following closely behind once again. Once they got there, Jay walked through the garage and roughly handed Cal over to Kevin, who brought him to the interrogation room. He was about to follow, when Voight stopped him.

“Halstead,” Voight called, and Jay turned around to look at his sergeant.

“Go home, be with your sister. She needs you.” Jay nodded in agreement, turned around and went towards the garage door, receiving a pat on the back from Voight. Hailey opened the garage for him.

“Thanks, Hails. I’ll see you at home.”

“See you at home.” Then, Jay walked out and went to his truck, Hailey closing the garage behind him and making her way to the interrogation room. Jay started the truck and drove home, choosing not to use the sirens so he’d have time to calm down and gather his thoughts.

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It was about 11:30 now, and Lyla was still fast asleep, much to Will’s relief. He was deep in thought, thinking about Lyla’s road to recovery, when Jay walked in, snapping Will out of his thoughts.

“Hey.” Will greeted softly so he wouldn’t wake Lyla up, “Did you get him?”

“Yeah. How’s she doing?” Jay asked as he walked towards Lyla’s bed.

Will sighed, “She’s got a long road ahead of her, that’s for sure.”

Jay laid down next to Lyla on the other side, and Will moved his arm so Jay could replace it with his.

“Well,” Jay started, lowering his voice to a whisper. He planted a kiss on Lyla’s head, “We’ll be here for her, every step of the way.”

Will nodded in agreement, and after a while, they both fell asleep. Lyla had woken up when Jay came in, unbeknownst to her brothers. Shortly after Jay had come into her room, Lyla fell into a comfortable slumber, thankful that she had her brothers to help her heal.

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Holiday Away (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister Imagine)

A/N: I figured I'd write a festive imagine! Don't forget to vote and comment!

Enjoy!

"Hey! The Halsteads are here!" Hermann exclaimed as you, Jay, and Hailey walked into Molly's.

"Three-fourths of us," you answered. "Will's at work."

"He'll be here later though, Hermann. Don't you worry," Jay reassured him.

"Good," Cindy said. "We have more than enough food.

"Where's everyone else?" you asked, meaning the rest of 51. You knew that everyone's schedule always got screwed up during the holidays, so some people on their normal shift got stuck working a different one.

"Pretty sure Stella and Kelly picked up a bit of overtime, so they should be here soon. I don't know when all the rest of them will be here," Herrmann answered.

"Well, I went out with Gallo, Violet, and Ritter last night and Gallo and Ritter were three sheets to the wind when we left, so they're probably sleeping off hangovers," you said.

At this, Jay's eyes widened. "You didn't tell me that. Did they get home okay? I told you to call me or Will if you needed a ride home."

"Violet said she'd get them back to her apartment at least. And, she texted me when she was back, so don't worry. Jeez, have a little faith in me, Jay."

Jay rolled his eyes.

"Guys, we can continue this conversation when we have some food," Hailey said.

Jay nodded. "Good point."

The three of you grabbed Thanksgiving food with all the fixings from the bar and sat down.

The minute you sat down, in waltzed Adam, Kim, and Makayla followed by Kevin and... you gasped.

"Vanessa?!" you exclaimed and jumped up.

"Looks like they pulled it off," Kevin said as you ran up to her and gave her a hug.

You pulled away and gave a confused look to Kevin. "Pulled what off?"

"We all knew for months that she was coming home for Thanksgiving, but we decided to surprise you."

"Well, consider me surprised!"

"Alright, grab some food and then you can catch up!" Hermann yelled. "Cindy will murder me if all this food she and her book club made goes to waste!"

"Christopher!" Cindy yelled.

Hermann shrugged. "What? It's true."

You all laughed and then let the rest of Intelligence fill their plates while you helped Jay push together a table so that you could all sit together.

When Vanessa sat down, you decided it was time that you broke out your Spanish...despite how rusty it was from two years of online Spanish classes plus your current gap year between undergrad and grad school.

***

Half an hour later, Kelly and Stella walked in. And then, fifteen minutes after them, came Gallo, Violet, and Ritter.

"Hey!" Stella yelled. "If anyone wants drinks, c'mon up to the bar!"

"They ain't free, though!" Hermann yelled again. Cindy gave him a side-eye. "Fine. Fifty percent off, but only because it's a holiday. And, Lee Henry will be here with the other kids soon, so if he wants a drink, don't give it to him! He's still a few months away from the legal drinking age."

A few of the first responders laughed and then you waited for a few people to get up and go to the bar and then you went up.

When you ordered your drink from Stella, you had to yell over how loud it was starting to get. Some of the doctors and nurses from Med had just walked in, so there were even more people here. You couldn't believe it had only been you, Hailey, and Jay just a little over an hour ago.

"Hey, Y/N," Stella greeted. "What can I get for you?"

"Something fruity and a bit strong," you said.

Stella raised her eyebrows and she shared a look with Kelly who was sitting at the bar right next to you.

"Everything okay?" Kelly asked.

"Yeah, everything's fine," you answered. "Just started to get a bit crowded in here and I know my social meter will go down in about an hour."

"Your what?" he asked.

"I won't feel like being around people in an hour," you clarified.

"Fair enough," he said.

Then, Violet came and stood next to you. "Hey, Y/N. You hungover at all from last night?"

You shook your head. "I only had two drinks last night, remember? And they were super spaced out. You have any trouble getting Gallo and Ritter back to your place?"

"The hardest part was getting Gallo in and out of the car and up the stairs. Luckily Ritter wasn't as drunk as Gallo so he helped me with that part."

"Good. He drinking anything tonight?"

Violet smiled. "Well, he said no more drinking last night, but in about hour he'll probably break that. But, Ritter promised he'd only have two drinks tonight so I don't have to deal with both of them like I did last night."

"Well, that's good."

Then, Stella came out with your drink and you handed her some money. When you got back to your table, Makayla asked if you'd play her in Trivia Crack, to which you happily obliged.

***

You had been here for a little over three and a half hours and to say it was loud would be an understatement. Stella and Kelly were here, and so was Gallo since they didn't have close family to go to. Violet and Ritter had left a while ago to go spend some time with their families and Adam, Kim, and Makayla had left so that they could break into the pie that Makayla and Kim had made last night and Adam promised that they'd decorate for Christmas tonight, too. Will was here and since he had to drive himself home, he was capping himself at two drinks, so he wasn't as loud as Jay was because he was officially three sheets to the wind as of two drinks ago (Hailey had officially cut him off and Stella would now be serving him soda water with a splash of alcohol on the straw so that he assumed the drink was alcoholic). And there were lots of first responders who you hadn't met who were on shift and just stopped by for a Thanksgiving meal because they weren't able to spend the day with their families since they were working.

Unbeknownst to you, Hailey had had many a panic attack in her life and had been watching your body language. She had noticed how your brow was slightly furrowed all the time and how your eyes seemed to be hyper-focused on your drink in front of you and how your foot was bouncing on the leg of the chair.

"Can we go home soon?" you asked.

"I just got here," Will said. Then he caught your gaze. He too noticed your face. "Okay, how about we leave in an hour?"

An hour. You could do that.

"Okay. An hour. Yeah, that works," you agreed.

***

At least, you thought you could do an hour. Everything was normal and then you had to use the bathroom. You didn't go in there to avoid people, but to actually use the bathroom. But, when you were walking to the bathroom, you finally grasped how many people were there when you had to squeeze past people and were constantly saying excuse me and sorry.

There were too many people here and they were judging you. They were looking at you, talking about you.

You finally made it into the bathroom and, by some miracle, it was empty. You stood at the mirror and gripped the sink as hard as you possibly could because you needed to get out of here and you needed to do it now.

You couldn't go back through the crowd, but you didn't have your phone to text Hailey. It was still back at the table.

You still needed to pee though, so you made your way into a stall and you tried to focus on your breathing.

Was it getting faster? Shallower? Or was that all in your head?

Fuck, you didn't know anymore. You didn't know anything. You didn't know why you were feeling this way and why you always dreaded having to be around people and why you hated the holidays, but it happened and it always happened. And every year, you forgot how bad it was and then you agreed to do things and then Thanksgiving rolled around and you knew you were in a hellish month and a half of having to do too many things and see too many people and wear too much makeup and—

Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.

It was happening.

You weren't to the point of hyperventilating, but you knew that in about a minute your breath would be coming out in gulps.

You grabbed your left wrist with your right hand and dug your nails in as hard as you could. You hissed at the pain, but it gave you something else to focus on. You needed to get out of here and into Jay or Will's car before you became the talk of everyone's next shift.

"Y/N? Is that you?"

Shit. Stella.

"It- It- I'm fine," you said. But, even you wouldn't believe that statement.

"Doesn't sound like it. Are you sick? Do you want me to get Hailey? Or Will or Jay?" She asked.

"H- Hailey. Get Hailey."

"Okay. I'll be right back. Just, stay here."

Then, you heard footsteps and the sound of the door opening and closing.

Oh, no. Stella knows. Now people are gonna know you can't even handle seeing people for dinner and what if they tell people? What if they check you into the hospital for a psych eval? It wouldn't be crazy since you were around doctors and nurses. Or worse, what if Jay, Hailey, and Will didn't want to deal with you since you ruined Thanksgiving and they put you on a 72- hour psych hold? What if they—

"Y/N, hey, it's Hailey," Hailey said gently. "Stella's outside the bathroom. She's just telling people that there's an issue with a toilet so they don't come in." She paused and you looked down and saw that her feet were right outside your stall door. "Can you open the door?"

Slowly, you opened the door.

Hailey's eyes wandered down to your left wrist, which she saw was scratched up and she made a mental note to make sure it got cleaned when you got home. But, she knew that the important thing to focus on right now was your breathing.

"Y/N, I know these suck, okay? But, I'm gonna have you squeeze my hand and just focus on my breathing, okay?"

You nodded. "Sit- Sit down?" you asked.

"Sure, we can sit down."

You moved about ten feet and then slumped against the bathroom wall next to Hailey. She knew the floor was probably filthy, but she didn't care. All she cared about was making sure you, her little sister-in-law, was okay.

It took multiple tries and squeezing Hailey's hand as hard as you possibly could, but you eventually got your breathing back to normal.

Hailey wrapped an arm around your and pulled you into her as you finally began to cry.

"It's okay," she said gently. "It's okay."

You just continued to cry.

You had ruined Thanksgiving.

"Do you wanna go home?" You nodded. "Do you want me to have Stella take you out the back way and then Will can meet you there? I would take you, but Jay's drunk and he'll be more likely to listen to me than to Will when I tell him we need to leave later." A ghost of a smile appeared on your lips as you nodded. "There's that Halstead smile. Now, I'm gonna go get Stella and then have her stay in here with you and I'll talk to Will, okay?"

You nodded one more time and she squeezed your hand once more and then stood up and left the bathroom.

Not fifteen seconds later, Stella walked in, taking Hailey's place.

"C'mere," Stella said and held her arms out.

You stood up and hugged her as the last of your tears trickled down your cheeks.

"Let's get you outta here, kid," Stella said and quickly got you out of the bathroom and thorough a door marked employees only which was a door five feet to the left of the women's bathrooms. Then, you and she weaved your way through the many boxes in the back until you finally made it to the back exit.

When you got out, you were met with the smiling face of your oldest brother.

"Hailey said it would probably be best if I took you home and I think I agree. I don't need a shiner from having Jay punch me when I'm trying to shove his drunk ass in my car."

Will expected a laugh from you, but when nothing came, he just thanked Stella and led you to his car...which was parked half a block away.

"What do you say I stop at the gas station and grab us each a pint of ice cream, hmm?" Will asked when he started driving.

"We already had pie," you answered, your voice monotone.

"It's Thanksgiving. No one's counting. And, I think we should."

You shrugged. "Okay."

"And Jay doesn't get any because he'll just puke it up anyway."

"Get some for Hailey, too," you reminded him quietly.

Will smiled. He was just happy you were saying something instead of just answering questions.

"Do you know her favorite flavor?" he asked.

"Strawberry," you answered. "But, I think she only says that one's her favorite because Jay doesn't like it so he won't steal it."

Will laughed at that. "Okay, one pint of strawberry ice cream for Hailey, one pint of cookies n crème for you, and one pint of whatever looks good for me."

***

"Not so fast, missy," Will said after you walked in the door, grabbed a spoon from the kitchen, and made a beeline for your room. You turned to face him. "Gotta clean up your wrist first."

"How'd you know about that?" you asked. "And, they're barely even there. It's fine, Will."

"Hailey texted me about it while I was in getting ice cream and you were in the car. And, I don't care if they aren't deep. I'm cleaning them. Simple as that."

You knew there was no point in arguing with him and all you wanted to do was go to sleep after you ate your ice cream.

"Fine," you agreed and then put your ice cream on the counter and made your way to the bathroom.

You pushed yourself up onto the counter while Will busied himself grabbing supplies from the first aid kit.

"Jay really keeps this thing stocked, doesn't he?" Will commented.

"Him and Hailey are cops," was all you said to that.

Will just nodded, sensing you didn't want to talk that much, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't try like hell to get you to talk about what happened. After all, as the oldest, wasn't it his job to get to the bottom of it?

"Hand please," Will said after he got the alcohol wipes and bandaids out. You obeyed and held out your left hand, palm up. Will quickly inspected it. And, you weren't lying when you said the scratches were just superficial. "They're not deep at all."

"Told you," you mumbled.

Will busied himself with washing his hands and then opening the packet of alcohol wipes, hoping you'd say something. You didn't.

"This is gonna sting," He told you, and you bit your cheek as he wiped down your wrist. Then, he waited for it to dry and put a bandaid on it. "There. All better."

You got off the counter. "Can I have my ice cream now?"

Will knew bribery wasn't a good way to get someone to open up and though he would never use it on a real patient, you were his little sister, and therefore, that rule didn't apply to you.

"Depends," he began, "You gonna tell me what happened back at Molly's?"

"Nothing really happened," you told him. Because it was true. Nothing technically happened; your nervous system just decided to screw you over.

"People just don't have panic attacks for no reason, Y/N." He wasn't saying this in a rude way but in a caring way.

You sighed. "Jay's stubbornness is rubbing off on you."

"Good."

"Fine. There were too many people. I'm gonna go eat my ice cream now... in my room... alone."

"Just remember to throw it away when you're done," Will reminded you because he knew that was all he was going to get out of you right now. "Don't need an ant infestation in your bedroom."

You just nodded and made your way to the kitchen and grabbed your spoon and your pint of ice cream from where you had left them.

When you got into your room, you changed into a pair of comfy pajamas and then sat on your bed and opened your ice cream.

Then, you popped in your headphones and opened an audiobook on your phone, so that you had something else to listen to instead of your own thoughts, and started eating your ice cream.

Half an hour later, you had thrown away your empty pint of ice cream and laid in bed, ready for sleep to finally overtake you.

But, all you could think about was how you had ruined Thanksgiving and how you still had to somehow make it through Christmas and New Year's with all those people and parties without this happening.

Eventually, you cried yourself to sleep.

***

"How's the headache?" Will asked Jay the next morning.

"Will? What? I know you have a key, but—"

"I asked him to stay," Hailey said, walking out of the kitchen holding two cups of coffee. She handed one to Jay and left her cup of coffee on the table. Then, she pulled a bottle of Advil from her hoodie pocket and handed it to Jay. "Take 'em, mister."

"I will," Jay answered. "But, why'd have Will stay?"

"Well, between you being drunk off your ass and Y/N having a rough night, I can only deal with one thing at a time. He's here in case you were still drunk and Y/N had another panic attack."

"I'm gonna be honest here," Jay began, "I only vaguely remember last night."

Will and Hailey quickly filled him in, even though he remembered most of the night up to when you had to go home.

"So, did she talk to you?" Jay asked after he downed the pills and took a sip of his coffee.

"If you mean did she tell me anything useful, not really. She just said that there's too many people."

Hailey nodded. "That can happen. Overstimulation and stuff like that."

"Maybe I can get through to her," Jay suggested. "Sometimes I get that way with fireworks."

"That's a trigger, Jay," Hailey stated. "Not the same thing." She paused. "Or it could just be everything piling on together."

All of a sudden, something clicked in Will's head. He remembered working a case a couple years back where a woman came in and had chest pain. As it turned out, she was just having a panic attack. After speaking with Dr. Charles, they learned that the cause of it was the holidays on top of everything else happening in her life.

"Maybe it's all the people she has to see between now and New Years," Will suggested. "We had a patient come into the ED because of that once, thought the panic attack was a heart attack, happens more often than you'd think."

"Well, we can't force it out of her..." Hailey trailed off.

"True," Will agreed. "But I can phrase it as a yes or no question."

"And if it is, then what do we do?" Jay asked. "No Christmas parties? Just do Christmas with us four this year? Stay in on New Years?"

"We'll figure that out when we get there. But, start thinking of ideas just in case."

***

"Hey," Hailey said gently when she heard movement in the kitchen from her place on the couch next to Jay. She had been reading while Jay had been watching football highlights from the many games that happened yesterday. She nudged Jay and he turned his head to look at you. "You want some breakfast? Or, more like lunch now, I guess."

"I got it," you said. You knew if you talked any louder that you'd start crying, so you quickly made your way to a cabinet and took out a bowl and then a mug so that you could focus on making your breakfast.

You hadn't even had time to spoon yogurt into your bowl before Jay was up and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, talk to me, kiddo."

At that, you finally broke. You cried like you had last night. Except, this time, Jay wrapped his arms around you in his overprotective-big-brother way that always took away your bad dreams and worries when you were a kid.

"Let us in, Y/N," Jay whispered. "What's going on?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to r- ruin Thanksgiving!"

"Oh, no," Hailey said as she made her way over to you, holding a cold glass of water for you to drink when you could. "You didn't ruin in."

"I did! I'm sorry!"

Jay pulled away from you and put his hands on your shoulders. "Hey, look at me." You looked up at him. "You didn't ruin anything. And, even if you did, I didn't remember the second half of last night anyway."

The last part almost got a smile out of you. Almost.

"Do you know why any of this happened?" Jay asked.

Hailey sighed. Her husband obviously still didn't understand regular anxiety as she did. So, she decided it was time for her to step in. "What he's trying to say is, what was happening before you ran into the bathroom? What was the last thing you were thinking? Because sometimes it's not one specific thing that you can easily identify."

You looked down and thought for a beat.

"I was thinking that there were a lot of people."

"Okay, good. That's really good, Y/N."

And, I know that there's a lot of people we have to see and parties we have to go to for Christmas and New Years and- and I didn't want to tell you I don't want to go because you guys might think I'm stupid—"

"Whoa, hey," Jay said quickly, effectively cutting you off. "We'd never think you're stupid."

You wiped your nose as it started to run.

"You should. I think I'm—"

"Nope, none of that," Jay cut you off again. "How about you eat and then go take a shower and then we can watch movies all day? Because Lord knows this hangover's kicking my ass."

You nodded. "Yeah, yeah, okay."

Then, you took the glass of water from Hailey and chugged it before going to take a hot shower to wash away your multiple breakdowns from the past twelve hours.

***

"Hey, you—"

"I got something," Jay told Will over the phone as soon as he heard the water running. "And, as much as it pains me to say it, you were right, about the holiday anxiety thing."

"She told you that?"

"I don't know if she meant to say it or it just tumbled out, but yeah."

"So, what do we do?" Will asked.

"How much time off do you have saved up?"

Will sighed. "Jay, what are you planning?"

"I'm not planning anything. This just popped into my head, I swear. So, how much time off?"

"Enough. Now, what were you thinking?"

"What if we go up to the cabin, say on the 19th? We can spend Christmas and New Years up there. I'll ask Voight for furlough later and get back to you. I don't think it'll be an issue, though."

Will sighed. "Listen, that's two and a half weeks. I have enough, but everyone wants off for the holidays. But, if I can't swing it, you just bring Y/N up there and have Christmas without me."

"Will—"

"No, I'm serious. I'll be fine. I'm more worried about her." He paused. "Wait, how's she getting time off?"

"I'm gonna talk to her about going tonight so that she can request time off when she goes into work. It's easier for her to get off than it is for us, anyway."

"Yeah. Well, let me know. And, I'll talk to Goodwin tomorrow. Y/N's doing better then?"

"A bit. She was still upset, but then me and Hailey talked to her. She's showering now and then we'll see how she is."

"Okay, keep me updated."

"Will do. Let me know if you get the time off."

***

3 weeks later

"Why are we leaving so early?" you complained when you and Jay were carrying things out to his truck.

"Because we have to pick Will's sorry ass up. And, if you don't complain anymore, we'll stop for breakfast on our way to pick him up."

You looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "You're not lying to me?"

Jay shook his head. "Nope. Now, how about you jump in the trunk and I'll hand you everything?"

"We're covering this stuff with a tarp, right?" You asked.

"Oh, yeah," Jay agreed.

It was snowing a little bit right now, so you knew as you drove north, that the snow would only get heavier.

"Good." You looked at the boxes sitting on top of Jay's suitcase, duffle, and toolbox. "Are any of these presents?"

Jay handed you your suitcase and your set it down in the bed of the truck. "No snooping. Some you will get tonight, though."

"Tonight? Really?" you asked excitedly.

"Just a couple little things from me and Will."

"You wanna give me a hint?"

"Hmmmm, how about no?"

"How about yes?"

"No."

"Fine."

Ten minutes later, the truck was packed and you were doing one last double-check through the house while Jay said goodbye to Hailey. Voight said he needed at least one detective in Intelligence for the next few days, so Hailey was gonna fly out early in four days—on December 23–and then Jay would go and pick her up while you and Will stayed at the cabin and then she'd stay up there through New Years and ride home with the three of you.

Now it was time to grab breakfast, pick up Will, and then it was off to Wisconsin.

***

You thought that you were dying. Actually, maybe that was a little too dramatic. You just wanted to jump into an ice-cold lake. Maybe that would make your headache, dizziness, and nausea stop.

You leaned your head against the window. You had taken Dramamine fifteen minutes ago when you three had stopped at a gas station to grab drinks and go to the bathroom, but it wasn't kicking in yet.

"Will," you groaned.

"You okay back there, Short Stack?" he asked and turned around.

"No. How long does this take to work?"

Will studied your face. "You look a little pale." He turned back to face forward. "Jay, take that exit up there and pull into the first parking lot. Y/N looks like she's gonna throw up."

Jay glanced in the rearview mirror. "I'll turn down the heat," he said and fiddled with the dial. "Five minutes, kiddo. Hold on for five minutes."

"It takes about thirty minutes to an hour to kick in, so when we find somewhere to stop, we'll stop for about twenty minutes, and then you should be good. Just close your eyes."

"Okay," you mumbled.

Will said something to Jay, but you didn't catch it.

"Yeah, I'll get it out when we stop."

"Okay, good," Will said.

You didn't know what they were talking about, but frankly, you didn't care. You just wanted the spinning to stop.

Five minutes later, Jay pulled into the first parking lot he saw, which happened to be one for a church. And there was no one in the parking lot other than you, which you were grateful for because you really didn't need other people seeing we you throw up the breakfast that you had eaten earlier.

The minute Jay put the truck in park, you were out of the truck and doubled over.

You heard a door slam and then Will was right next to you.

You dry heaved a couple of times.

"Ugh," you groaned. "I just wanna puke so that it'll stop, but nothing's coming out!"

"I know, I know," Will said. "But sometimes that's all it is."

You groaned again. "I wanna sit down, but I don't wanna sit in the truck because it's too hot."

Will looked around and he saw the church entrance covered by an awning, keeping the area below it free from snow. "How about we walk over to the doors and you can sit under the awning? How's that sound?" You nodded and started walking towards it with Will staying close to you in case you got dizzy or something like that. "Jay's grabbing you some Benadryl from the first aid kit and some water. Hopefully, that'll help."

"Yeah, because I'll be asleep until we get to the cabin," you said as you slumped against the building.

"Exactly."

Will was squatting in front of you, but you needed him to sit down next to you.

"Sit down," you ordered.

"Why?" Will asked, a smile appearing on his face. "So you can use me as a pillow?"

"Yes."

"Fine." He reluctantly agreed and slumped down against the building and you quickly leaned against him and closed your eyes. "Better?"

"Hmm, much."

You heard quick footsteps approaching and opened your eyes.

"Here," Jays said and squatted in front of you two and held out a pill and a bottle of water. "Take this. And then I gotta get a picture of you two to send to Hailey. You two are adorable."

You took the pill and water from Jay and glared at him playfully.

"Yeah, yeah," Will said. "Laugh it up, Jay. But, your ass is sitting in the back because I'm driving now and Y/N needs the front seat so she doesn't puke."

Fifteen minutes later, your Dramamine had finally kicked in and you were back on the road, this time with Will driving, you in the front seat, and Jay stuck in the back.

***

"Perfect. Got it," you heard Jay say as you were just starting to wake up.

You blinked and opened your eyes to see that you were exiting the highway and then you turned to see Jay throwing himself back into the seat where he had been sitting. That got your attention.

"What happened? What were you doing?" you asked and shot up in your seat. Your question was answered by Jay just smiling at you sheepishly and pressing a few buttons on his phone.

A notification popped up on both your and Will's phone.

"Check your phone," Jay told you.

You glared at him and reached for your phone.

It was a notification in the group chat between you, your brothers, and Hailey, which you had named Halsteads x4.

There in the chat was a picture of you sleeping with your mouth wide open and a spot of drool on the front of your hoodie.

You looked between Jay and Will twice and then looked down at your hoodie.

Yup.

The drool was still there.

You wiped at your face just in case there were drool marks near your mouth that the camera didn't pick up.

"That picture doesn't go anywhere except that chat. You hear me?" you ordered.

"Hmmm, I'll think about it," Jay said.

"Yeah, me too," Will agreed.

"You two are assholes."

Will laughed. "Love you, too."

Then, another notification popped up in the same group chat. It was from Hailey.

Awww, she drools almost as much as you, Jay.

"Ha! Shots fired!" you yelled. "I am so glad you married Hailey."

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Jay said sarcastically. "Just park up there," he told Will.

"What are we doing?" you asked.

"We're switching drivers," Jay answered. "I can maneuver this truck on the backroads better than Will. We don't need to run head first into a tree tonight."

"I drive fine, thank you very much," Will argued.

"You almost gave me a heart attack when you slammed on the brakes. Twice! I'm surprised you didn't wake Y/N up!"

"Well, I'm not getting out of the front seat, so you get to sit in the back, Will."

"You are so lucky you're the youngest," was all Will said to that.

***

"So, which one of you is checking for mice?" you asked when Jay put his truck in park in front of the cabin.

"I sprayed that place with rodent repellant and set so many mouse traps before we left in July, you'll be fine," Jay told you.

"No!" you yelled immediately. "You have to go check. I'm not gonna be screaming for one of you to come downstairs in the middle of the night to come catch a mouse for me!"

"Just go check, Jay," Will agreed.

"And you're not coming because...?" Jay asked.

"I'm the one who gets to tell you if your mouse bite is infected if you get bitten. And, you have a gun, I don't."

Jay sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Yes, because if a mouse runs in front of me, I'm gonna shoot it, which is gonna put a hole in the floor. Think, Will!"

"I do more thinking at my job than you do!" Will argued.

You leaned your head against the passenger seat.

Hailey will be here in four days...Hailey will be here in four days..., you kept repeating to yourself.

"Just make sure there's no mice, please. You both do lots of thinking at your jobs. Just, go check the cabin, Jay."

You swore you heard him say that he hated being the middle child when he got out of the truck.

***

Half an hour later, you and Will finally entered the cabin. Jay had confirmed that there were no mice and he hadn't seen one...except for the one in the oven that he burnt to a crisp and then took care of it and put the oven on the self-clean cycle while he searched the rest of the cabin. And, if he did see any more mice while he was searching the rest of the cabin and had to get rid of them, well, he made sure not to tell you that because he wanted you to be able to sleep tonight.

"I get Mom and Dad's room, right?" you asked.

"Yeah," Jay confirmed. "Until Hailey gets here. Then you switch with me and get the loft."

"I should get to share a room with Hailey and you and Will should just stay upstairs," you said.

"I'd like to sleep with my wife, thank you very much." You burst out laughing and Will almost dropped the box he was carrying. "Not like that! Jesus Christ!" Jay tried to walk it back, but it was too late.

"As long as we don't hear any noises, feel free," Will joked with a shit-eating grin on his face. This, in turn, earned him a punch in the arm from Jay.

"I don't need to think about that, you nasties!" you yelled. "La, la, la, la, la, la!" you yelled as you made your way to your room to put down your suitcase and duffle.

Ten minutes later, you had everything inside and had just finished putting fresh sheets and blankets on your bed.

You walked out of the room and asked about the thing you wanted to do the most since you learned about it this morning.

"Can I open my presents now? Please?" you asked.

Jay and Will laughed. "It's like you're five," Will commented.

"At least I don't snoop for my presents. Jay," you said and turned and glared at him.

"That made me into the detective I am today."

"Oh, bullshit!" Will yelled. "But, yes, you can open your presents."

Jay walked upstairs to the loft and came down with two bags.

"Merry early Christmas, kiddo."

You took the bags from him and quickly opened the bigger one first.

Inside, were two Christmas sweaters. One was gray and had a pug wrapped in Christmas lights on it and the other was green and said Fleece Navidad and had a sheep with a Santa hat on it.

"They're so cute!" you exclaimed.

"We figured you needed something festive," Will said. "And, me, Jay, and Hailey all have the dog one so we can match."

"That part was Hailey's idea," Jay chimed in. You opened your mouth to say something, but Jay quickly cut you off. "And she's bringing them up with her. Our's are not here."

You gave him a fake pout, causing both he and Will to laugh. Then, you moved on to the next bag.

"A face mask...body scrub...shower fizzers...fuzzy sloth slippers...nail polish," you said as you took items out of the bag.

"Hailey had the idea for a little self-care kit for you," Jay explained. "So, most of this stuff was her idea."

"Um, I found the slippers, thank you very much," Will said.

You laughed. "Thanks, you guys. I love it."

"I vote hot chocolate and at least the first two Home Alone movies," Jay suggested. "Everyone good with that?"

"As long as you spike the hot chocolate with Bailey's," Will said.

"I second that!" you agreed.

Jay rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll spike the hot chocolate."

***

"Wake up. Y/N, wake up," you heard Will say as he began to gently shake your shoulder.

You rolled over and opened your eyes. "Hmmm. We're on vacation. Let me sleep."

"It's 2:00. You've slept like fourteen hours."

That got you up.

"What? How?"

"Well, you fell asleep on the couch last night—"

"I know that. I mean how did I sleep that long without waking up once?"

"You were tired. Now, get up and get ready. We're cutting down our Christmas tree."

"What? I thought there was a dinky fake one that mom and dad left in the attic from when you and Jay were little."

"Yeah, but we thought it would be more fun if we cut down a tree. It's cold out, so wear layers. And before you ask, yes, coffee is already made."

"Okay, I'll get ready. Hopefully, Jay doesn't hurt himself with the chainsaw."

"Better him than me."

"Will!"

He put his hands up in a sign of surrender. "What?" Will laughed. "It's true!"

You chucked a pillow at him. "Now get outta here so I can change."

***

"Wait!" you yelled as Jay turned on the chainsaw after the three of you picked out a tree.

"What? What's wrong?" Jay asked as he quickly turned off the chainsaw.

"I need you to pick up the axe."

"Why?"

"Yeah, why?" Will parroted.

"Just humor me and pose like you're gonna chop down the tree. Or whack it once. I don't care."

"Why?" Jay asked again.

"For an Instagram post."

"You're not gonna let this go, are you?"

"No."

He sighed. "Fine."

You took out your phone and filmed Jay taking a whack at the tree with the axe.

Then, you pocketed your phone and walked closer to Will. "We don't have a lumberjack, we have a lumber Jay."

Will smiled and shook his head. "That's what you're gonna caption it, aren't you."

"Yup. Shocked you know what that is."

"Oh, Jay's gonna love that. And, I am not that old."

"I'd beg to differ."

"Can I use the chainsaw now?" Jay yelled.

"You're good!" you yelled.

"Will, get over here and direct me!"

Will walked over and you trailed behind him—at a safe distance—to watch this.

"Why am I directing you and not Y/N?" Will asked.

"You know how she is with directions. You're helping me shove this thing into the truck so I can back it up to the door of the house so we can get it inside, too."

"I have very valuable hands!"

"There's extra gloves. Now, c'mon! We're burning daylight here!"

You laughed. "Okay, now you are both officially old!"

***

Later that night after getting the tree inside and decorating it, Jay and Will were both immersed in their card game upstairs on the floor of the loft. They tried to convince you to come play with them, but they were playing Euchre and you had no idea to how to play, and to be honest, you had no desire to learn how to play.

So, you decided now was the perfect time to sneak off to Jay's truck and try and find the wifi password for it.

You grabbed Jay's keys off the hook by the door and then quietly opened the door and went outside.

You thought the smartest thing to do would be to open the driver's side door with the key instead of hitting the buttons.

You did this and then got in the driver's seat and looked for the wifi network.

Nothing.

You reloaded your settings and even turned your phone off and on again, but still nothing.

You turned the key in the truck and the engine quickly revved to life.

But, this alerted your brothers and they came running outside before you could even attempt to put the password in.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jay yelled as he yanked open the door. "Get out! Now."

"Jay, relax," Will told him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure Y/N has a perfectly fine explanation for this." He locked eyes with you. "Don't you, Y/N?"

"I wanted the wifi."

"For?" Jay probed and raised an eyebrow.

"To watch the Hawks game."

"To watch—" Jay looked down and shook his head and started laughing. "You wanted my truck's wifi to watch the Hawks game?"

"Yeah," you answered quietly. Even though you were 22, Jay could still easily change into the scary detective in front of you in a heartbeat.

"Why didn't you just come tell me?" he asked.

"Because I thought you'd say no."

"And you're right."

"Jay! Why would you—" Will started, but Jay quickly cut him off.

"Right that I won't let you connect to it. But, I'll pull the truck around closer to the cabin, put it in auxiliary, and then you can watch the game on my laptop. That sound okay?"

"Yes!" You jumped out of the truck so that Jay could get in and move it.

At the end of the night, the three of you were all exhausted from cutting down the tree and the game was high scoring and went into a shootout that Jay almost forgot to go back outside and turn off his truck.

***

The next day was a very relaxing day. You used all your self-care stuff and read a book and drank warm wine throughout the day while Jay and Will spent time in the barn doing who knows what.

The next day was spent similarly, except for the fact that it was mostly Jay who was holed up in the barn all day while you convinced Will to make cookies and watch all of the Santa Claus movies with you.

Will periodically went out to the barn to help Jay, and even though you wanted to go in, every time you tried to, you were stopped by either Jay or Will—one time Jay had to actually carry you back inside the cabin—and they wouldn't tell you a single thing about that they were doing in there.

Now it was finally the 23rd and Hailey was going to be here soon. Jay had to wake up early to get to the airport to pick her up, but he had promised that he'd bring breakfast back for you and Will, mainly because Will couldn't cook and you hated cooking things for multiple people (you always made either too little or too much).

***

Once Jay got back with Hailey and the four of you ate breakfast, you quickly led Hailey into your room.

"What's the rush?" she asked with a big smile on her face.

"I need help wrapping Will and Jay's gifts and I need to do it before they make me go upstairs because Jay snoops and there's a lock on this door."

"Ohhh. I got it."

"Also, did Jay tell you what the two of them were doing in the garage? They've been holed up in there for two days and when I try to go in, they stop me."

Hailey shook her head. "Jay didn't mention that."

You crossed your arms over your chest and cocked an eyebrow. "Are you just saying that because he told you to say that or because you actually don't know?"

Hailey laughed. "I really don't know, Y/N. You look like Jay when you do that, though. He does that a lot in interrogations."

You quickly uncrossed your arms. "Please never say I look like him again."

Hailey shook her head. "Okay. Now, what are we wrapping?"

***

"You wake 'em up," you hissed at Will on Christmas morning.

"No, you," Will argued back.

"You've seen the body parts! I don't need to see a penis on Christmas!"

"Well, I don't need to see my brother's penis or my sister-in-law's boobs. Seeing a patient's for medical purposes is different."

"You're older!"

"That's seriously the best argument you could come up with?"

"Yes, now—"

"You know we can hear you, right?" Jay yelled from the living area below you. "Me and Hailey have been up for an hour."

"Oh, well this is awkward," you said quietly so that only Will could hear you.

"We're coming down now, Jay!" Will yelled down and then proceeded to get out of bed and walk downstairs.

When Will was downstairs, you made your way over to the closet and changed your shirt into the sweater with a pug with Christmas lights on it. Then, you grabbed Will's from the dresser and headed downstairs.

"You forgot this," you told Will.

You had suggested that all four of you wear your matching Christmas sweaters today and Hailey enthusiastically agreed. After that, Jay texted you that this would be Hailey's first Christmas where she's not alone or with her family and he wanted to make it as special as possible. And, it would be the first one where they were actually married.

Will quickly put on the sweater and Jay threw a Santa hat to you.

"You're Santa this year, kiddo," he told you, which meant that you would be the one passing out the presents.

"Ho, ho, ho," you said and placed it on your head.

Then, you grabbed your present to Jay and Hailey to give to them.

***

Half an hour later all the gifts were open and you thought you had done a pretty good job with your gift-giving this year. You had given Hailey and Jay a set of brand-new pots and pans since they were always complaining about the ones they had. And then, you added something small for each of them such as a pack of fancy face masks and tea for Hailey and a six-pack of beer from around the world for Jay. For Will, you had gotten him a customized stethoscope with the Blackhawks logo and their colors inscribed with his name. You reassured him that Maggie had helped you order so it was up to doctors' and nurses' standards.

"We have one more gift for you and Hailey," Jay said.

You looked around. "Where?"

"Grab your shoes and come out to the garage."

As the four of you walked out to the garage in the cold weather and through a dusting of snow on the ground, you asked Hailey if she knew what was going on.

She said she had no idea.

"Merry Christmas," Jay said with a huge smile on his face as he opened the garage.

Sitting in the center of the garage was what looked like a homemade hockey net, made out of what looked to be wood and painted red and black for the Blackhawks and then rope tied in small knots between the posts as the net. There were two hockey sticks and when you looked closer you saw that one said your first initial followed by Halstead on the shaft of your stick and then H. Upton-Halstead on the shaft of Hailey's. There were also two pairs of hockey skates and a burgundy bag filled with hockey pucks.

"Now you see what we've been doing in the garage for so long," Will told you.

"You two built all this?" you asked, astonished, as you picked up your stick.

"We just built the net," Jay answered. "Me and Will know a guy from playing pickup who knows a guy who makes custom sticks, so he made those." Jay looked at Hailey with a puzzled look. She looked like she wanted to cry. "You okay, babe?"

"I just- I don't know how to skate," she answered quietly.

Jay put an arm around her. "That's okay. I'll teach you."

"We thought of that," Will said and quickly came back with a folding chair. "You can bring this on the river to help keep your balance." He turned to you. "As for you, I'm teaching you how to hockey stop."

"Why?"

"Because, when we play two-on-two, you're on my team and I don't want to lose."

Jay scoffed. "We both know I'm the better shooter here."

"The rule is we have to keep the puck on the ground. No wrist shots, bud. I don't feel like having to do impromptu stitches."

"Hmm, we might actually win," you said.

"What do you guys say?" Jay asked. "After we have cinnamon rolls for breakfast, wanna start skating? And then we can come in and all work on lunch together?"

"You promise I won't have a broken arm after this?" Hailey asked.

Jay laughed. "I will try my best."

Then, the four of you went back inside and ate a breakfast of cinnamon rolls and coffee. Then, you brought everything down to the frozen river and started lacing up your skates for a day on the ice.

Over the next week while you were at the cabin, Hailey successfully learned how to skate and how to protect the puck with her stick, and Will successfully taught you how to hockey stop—you were better at stopping with your right skate forward than your left skate—and Jay taught you how to do a wrist shot. And, nobody needed stitches or broke an arm or any other bone.

You would say that this was a great way to spend Christmas away from everyone, but still with the people you loved.

A/N: See? I told you it would be festive! As always thank you for reading and please remember to reblog and comment! As always, if you want to be added to my taglist, just tell me and I'll add you!

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mountslove333 · 2 years

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YOU SCARED ME- MATT CASEY

matt had persuaded you to take a day off sick after feeling awful on your off days much to your protest he insisted you had a day to rest.

“matt i honestly i feel fine” you insisted

“y/n i know you, your ill” “stay home at least just for this shift, then me and you will go out tomorrow for a nice meal- my treat” he bargained with you

“eurghhh fine” you agreed with a huff sitting back down on the sofa

“well i have to go now, i’ll call boden on the way let him know your not feeling well” he told you pulling on his jacket

“thankyou, be safe matt please” you tell him as he comes closer leaning down for a kiss

you swerve him

“don’t you’ll get sick!!” you exclaim

“see i told you, you were sick” he chuckles,

“and i don’t care come here” he told you pulling you in for quick kiss.

“i love you, bye” he said walking out the door

“i love you too matt”

after matt left you fell back asleep for a while, waking up around 12pm ,feeling much better, you had a shower before getting ready deciding you would go to the mall as you needed a few things and didn’t want to be sat around all day, you wanted to call matt and let him know.

the tones of your phone ringing lasted for about 5 seconds before you husbands voice welcomed your ears instead

“hiya y/n, everything okay?” matt questioned

“yep thankyou, i had a nap and woke up feeling much better so gonna go out and run some errands at crescent mall i think” you told him pulling your jacket on

“okay as long as your feeling better, can’t wait to see you later”

“nethier” you smiled down the phone

“right we’ll i’ll let you get back to duties captain”

“bye y/n”

“bye matt” you told him before hanging up and making your way to your car.

you drove to the mall listening to the radio, the drive not being long as the mall is only about at 15 minute drive, 10 with no traffic from your shared apartment with matt.

you entered the mall walking straight to the grocery shop but then after you got what you needed you couldn’t help but look at the clothes shops even thought something was telling you, you should leave.

you had just found a top you liked and was looking through the sizes when you heard a loud bang and then feel a sharp pain in your head before everything goes black.

MATTS POV

i was say just about to eat a sandwich i had just made when the call interrupted me

ambulance 61, squad 3, truck 51 explosions, crescent mall

i stood up immediately “y/n’s there” i said just loud enough for everyone to hear

that made everyone move faster.

i sat straight faced thinking the worse in my head, no one was talking in truck, worried looks on everyone’s faces not knowing what to say.

we finally arrived

“we’ll find her matt” herrmann told me with a sad smile

“i know we will” i told him before listening to chiefs orders barley letting him finish before running in

everyone was working together pulling out victim after victim but non were y/n

“casey, any updates on y/n” boden asked me over the radio

“not yet cheif”

Y/NS POV

i woke up to the awful sound of alarms i was so confused until i realised there must’ve been an explosion of some sorts i quickly sat up feeling dizzy, i touch my head blood being on my fingers.

i looked around looking for anyone that was badly injured

“anyone there” i called out

no response

until i saw a little girl out the corner of my eye

“hi sweetie, are you hurt”

she shook her head no

“that’s good” “is there anyone else with you”

she shook no again

“okay well my names y/n and i’m a firefighter and i have loads of firefighter friends that are going to get us out here” i smiled lightly at the girl

“you just stay with me okay” i told her offering my hand

“okay” she said quietly taking me hand

i walked around a little bit seeing all the exits had been blocked to stopped outside one

“right sweetie i’m just gonna shout for a bit and see if anyone can hear me” i told the girl not wanting to alarm her

“HELP, IN HERE” i shouted

no response

“ANYONE?” i tried again

“y/n?” the voice of stella kidd responded

“yes it’s me stella it’s just me a little a girl trapped in here please help us out”

“oh my god i’m so happy your okay, and yes we’ll get you out right now” she told me assuringinly

i could faintly hear the sounds of stella using her radio and the noise of other people joining her but then the power tools started and you couldn’t hear a thing.

i attempted to comfort the girl the best i could as the loud noises seemed to shake the ground.

it took at few minutes until the noise stopped

“y/n!!” i heard matts voice

“matt” i said greatfuly handing the little girl to sylvie making sure she was okay before throwing my arms around matt

“i was so scared” i told him begging to feel slightly lightheaded

“you scared me, i didn’t know what to do when i heard that call come through” he told me rambling

“i love you y/n”

“i love you too matt”

“let’s get you checked up” he said leading me to a safe exit

suddenly everything began to spin and my vision began clouding

“matt- i don’t feel good” i said gripping onto his arm tighter

“do you need to sit down?” he questioned worriedly

but then everything began to go black and my legs gave up

“y/n!?”

“y/n?!”

was all i heard before i finally lost consciousness.

i woke up slowly opening my eyes, feeling a pounding begin in my head i look to my left and see matt.

“matt?” i question confused written on my face

“y/n!!” he says happiness evident in his smile

“you scared me”

“i would never leave you matt” i smiled

“you better not” he said leaning down to kiss my forehead before going to find a doctor or nurse

before long the doctor had said i had to stay in for one night for observations and not long later the whole of 51 flooded my room with flowers and kind words

“i love you guys, thankyou” i told them looking over at matt most his hand firmly in mine

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twistnet · 2 years

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moving in [ stella kidd ]

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moving. probably one of the most stressful events anyone could put themselves through at any given point in their life. never mind that it took ages of prep, downsizing and packing, only to later have to unpack everything. or, in what was the current example, living out of the half opened boxes that lined one of the walls leading into the living room.

it hadn’t been because you were too lazy to do so, only that you nor your partner had time to unpack anything in-between respective shifts. more so was the fact that stella had managed to convince you to get rid of both of your beds in exchange for a bigger one. which had yet to arrive, and left the two of you without a bed -- something you haven’t let stella live down since you entered your new shared home.

you had greeted her as she came in, dropping a kiss to her lips before shoving her towards the bathroom. muttering something along the lines of her smelling like burnt wood and ash. she snorts at your comment, raising her hands in a surrendering motion before turning on her heel towards the bathroom, “just so long as you order my favorite for the night, i’ll do anything you ask.” she teases slightly, before the door shuts behind her.

you shake your head, but do as she asks. not entirely interested in cooking anything tonight and would much rather spend as much time with your girl before heading into for another long shift.

stella steps out from the bathroom just as your plating the food, shoving a plate int her hands as she comes into the kitchen. her lips pressing against your forehead in thanks as she grabs a beer from the fridge and makes her way to the living room -- or the current location of where the two of you sleep and eat dinner the nights you are together.

she drops to the floor, patting the cushion next to her in invitation as you grab your own plate and move to take your place next to her. she smiles, digging into her food without a comment. a comfortable silence until plates are clean and stella drops back against the pile of blankets behind her, “i can’t wait til we finally get everything unpacked... then our apartment would look less like one of those storage units on storage wars.”

“it would also be nice to have a bed...” you tease, nearly choking back a laugh as her head whips around to face you with fiery eyes, “hey! i was told it would be here on time! i’m not the one in charge of the delivery. have you not been enjoying our sleepover in the living room?”

you snort, shoulders shaking as you take a sip of your drink, “i’m not saying i don’t enjoy it. just that it would be nice to have an actual bed.” sure, it didn’t really matter where you slept, just so long as it was comfortable and stella was pressed into your side. but you were sure missing the comfort that came with an actual mattress. something your lower back liked to remind you about throughout your workday.

“i don’t know, there are a lot of things you can still do without a bed.” stella adds, shooting you a ridiculous look as you snort in repossess and drop your drink back down to your side.

“oh, really? like what?” you muse, raising a brow in her direction before a smirk comes along her lips. “i can still fuck you without needing a bed.” she states, smirking as you fall silent before moving to rest on her hands and knees, leaning into your personal space, “and i’m willing to prove it to you.” her lips press against yours before you can utter out an answer. you moan softly against her lips, hands lifting from your sides to cup her cheeks. pulling her closer to you as if you’re afraid she’s going to fall away from you.

but she doesn’t, instead pushing you back against the thick blanket the two of you had thrown down on your first night of sleeping in the new apartment. her form quickly straddling your hips as she continues to capture her lips with your own.

you let her take what she wants, arching into her touch as her hand slides under your t-shirt and travels up the expanse of your stomach. shivers run down the length of your spine, small whimpers falling from your lips as her fingers brush over the mounds of your breasts. teasing your nipples with the pads of her forefinger and thumb as her other moves to bunch your shirt up under your arms.

“you look so pretty like this... all desperate for me touch. wonder what would happen if i went the other direction.” stella smiles wickedly, hands descending from your chest and down towards the waistband of your sleep pants.

it seems as though she’s in a teasing mood -- and in a bit of a rush, considering she isn’t taking anything off you. rather pull or pushing things out of the way to get where she wants to touch you. this instance: her hand slipping under the waistband of your pants and underwear together, before cupping your cunt and pressing the heel of her palm against your clit.

she watches with rapt attention as your hips jerk up to meet her hand, mouth drawn open to let out a loud moan with your back arching off the floor.

“keep going honey...” she coos down at you, the smirk on her her lips is almost prideful as you start to grind against her hand -- considering the way you seem to be reacting to her touch, and it excites her to no end.

stella lets you do all the work, seeing as your the one that wants to come. and all she does is shift her weight, moving until she’s beside you to get a better view of everything going on. dark eyes boring into you and your movements.

“please...” you whimper out, eyes screwing shut a second later as your brow furrows. getting the words out was proving to be more difficult that you had wanted. eyes only opening when you hear the woman above you tsk with a shake of her head, “please what, baby? you know we only get if we ask. nicely.”

you stiffly nod, tongue coming to wet your bottom lip as you take a deep breath before sputtering out, “please... i want your fingers... make me feel good...” it’s all your really are able to get out, praying to a higher power that your plea was acceptable.

and is seems so as she nods softly with a smile, fingertips trailing down towards your slit, slipping through your folds with relative ease from the slick that has started to collect. you mull at the contact, thanking her through a heavy breath just as two fingers slip into your cunt.

“there you go, honey... that’s all you needed, huh?” stella questions, head tilted in false pity as you nod quickly, “y-yes...” she enjoys the answer that falls from your lips -- more than happy you seem to be cooperating this time around and being upfront with your wants.

the stretch is everything you need, combined with the pressure of her hand still resting against your clit was enough. your hips still grinding against her hand, trying to force her fingers as deep as you could get them -- not worrying about the awkward angle your back seems to take as you continue to drive your hips against her hand.

stella sits back, letting you take everything you want at your own pace until she feels you clench around her fingers. smile drawing across her lips, “you gonna come, baby? gonna soak my fingers all over?” she muses, giving you a small pass when you nod hips jerking as your cunt clenches hard, sending you over the edge as you come around her fingers.

for the moment, your vision whites out. body dropping back against the makeshift mattress with a hard thud. chest heaving with each labored breath as stella gently removes her fingers. a hand pets over your cheek, brushing away the stray tears before pulling your focusing vision back up towards her.

“you did so good, baby... really proud of you...” she smiles, before slipping her cum covered fingers into her mouth with a seductive moan. one that sends pleasure straight to your core as you watch her fall back against the pile of blankets behind her, “rest a few, then you can help me out.” she states, hand already disappearing under the band of her sleep shorts.

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elenarodriiguez · 2 years

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day seventeen: kitchen | s.k. & k.s.

pairing: kelly severide x stella kidd

word count: 237

The first thing they teach you in the academy is to learn how to fall asleep anywhere and anywhen. Of course it had been difficult at first, to jump from fast asleep to wide awake in a split second, but after almost eight years in the job, not to mention the six months she spent at the academy, it was incredibly rare for her to struggle to fall asleep.

And yet here Stella was, staring into the depths of their refrigerator at half past four in the morning in the hopes that it will send her off to sleep. Resting her head on the barren shelves - they really need to do another food shop soon - she doesn’t pay any notice to the soft footsteps padding across the open plan flooring.

She shuts the refrigerator door and leans back into Kelly’s arms as they snake around her waist, smiling sleepily at her partner who had definitely been fast asleep when she’d left their room, humming happily when he presses a kiss to the top of her hair.

“Come on princess, let’s wear you out,” he says, and before she can call him a lech, he carefully spins her out of his arms before pulling her back in. They sway in the kitchen, no noise guiding them, just the soft light of the early morning sunrise seeping into the room, caressing their skin and bidding them a good morning.

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severidescigar · 2 years

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Tough Call - Stellaride

Fandom: One Chicago

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Stella Kidd

Request: Would you please where a one shot where during the night Stella goes to Kelly’s quarter after something goes really bad on a call (they are married and both have already lieutenant position)

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A stormy night in Chicago was never a good night...at least not for the firefighters of Firehouse 51 who were barely able to catch a break since starting the shift.

So far everything ran smoothly but the last call was a tough one, particularly on Stella. As the trucks arrived back at the Firehouse and everybody took their gear down, they scattered throughout the premises either trying to sleep, relax or eat something.

"Hey! I'll go write the incident report." Kelly said giving Stella a kiss on the cheek then heading to his quarters. She remained still and silent as the last call was heavy on her mind. It was no secret that she had a serious case of imposter syndrome and even though she knew she was a great firefighter, sometimes she questioned her leader abilities.

"Don't do that! Don't overthink it Kidd...just put it down on paper and carry on." She heard Hermann say from across the room. Even if she didn't voice her concerns, he had enough years on the job to spot a firefighter beating themselves up after a call. "Will do that Hermann...thanks!" And with that she made her way through the bunkroom and towards Kelly's quarters. His desk light was the only thing illuminating around and she could see him focusing on the paper in front of him. With a very light knock she caught his attention making him turn his head towards her.

Without saying a word, Kelly knew what was up and immediatly signaled her to sit down on his bed.

"Do you think I made the right call?" Stella mumbled before taking a big breath in as if she was trying to stop herself from crying.

"You got your men out safe before the entire house and a tree collapsed on them...they're all going home at the end of the shift." Kelly knew very well what Stella was going through. In his first year as a lieutenant, he was completely miserable, constantly questioning his decision and abilities, but he pulled through because everyone does.

"But I told her to hang on and I'll be back for her...I should've grabbed her right th-" Before she could continue Kelly grabbed her arm and making her look at him. "Not everybody can be saved...you have to take your wins into consideration because if you're going to only focus on your losses it will drain you."

The units responded to a call where an old tree fell right through a house taking down a few electricity cables with it and causing a fire. As they got there, they knew the property was very unstable and could collapse any minute. Inside was living a family of four and while the others managed to get out the husband and one of the kids, Stella found the mom and the other child. She was pinned down by a branch of the tree and Stella could tell she was severely injured but still conscious. With every step she made, Stella felt the floor cracking under her so with huge effort she barely grabbed the child from his mom's arms and before leaving Stella told her she'll be back to get her too. Walking down whatever was left of the stairs she radioed everyone to get out immediately and right as she stepped outside holding the small child under her turnout coat, the entire property came down.

"I told her I'll be back..." The thought that she left the woman behind was actually eating her alive especially because in her career she didn't have a lot of people that she couldn't save.

"The house was in horrible shape...Squad would've had to get to her and cut the branch off and there is no way it would've hold us Stella...you saved everyone that could be saved." Moving on the bed next to her, she left herself almost melt into Kelly's arms taht embraced her so tightly. "You're going to have a lot of calls keeping you up at night...you'll constantly ask yourself whether there was anything more that you could've done but when it comes to decisions...those bugles on your collar don't end up there randomly so trust your judgment and your gut feeling." Smiling to herself, Stella knew coming to Kelly was exactly what she needed because somehow, in situations like this one he always knew the right words to say. Grabbing his face with both her hands Stella placed a deep kiss on Kelly's lips before the two finished writing the incident reports together.

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spexialvixtimxunit · 1 year

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From Behind

Day 3.) From Behind - Top!Stella Kidd

Warnings: Slight angst to mild NSFW, Top!Stella Kidd x Black!Afab!Female!Reader, angry sex,

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*there are writing mistakes in my works, I don’t proofread!*

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"And he had the nerve to tell me that I was less of him because he was a man and that my job wasn't harder than his because I'm supposed to stay in my place." She blustered at you, making sure you heard every word.

"I mean, what kind of person says that?" Stella paced with anger around the living room in your shared apartment, getting everything off of her chest from the shift before she came home.

She didn't even have a chance to change clothes, as she was still in her lieutenant's uniform which was surprisingly clean. She would usually come home with soot or dirt all over herself from a long day of nonstop calls.

"I am a lieutenant for god sake! I worked my ass off just for some chief to tell me that I don't deserve my spot because I'm a woman?" She growled. Her body was tense and you could tell she needed to calm down.

"Stella, maybe you should relax a bit. The shift is over and we can worry about this guy tomorrow." You said getting up from the couch and going towards Stella, trying to place your hands on her tense shoulders but she was quick to recoil.

"Stella, what-" You couldn't even finish before she stormed off into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. You let out a sigh and tried opening the door but it was locked. "Stella, honey." You expressed while knocking on the door, but only to hear rustling from the other side.

"Open the door, okay? I can understand why you're so upset but baby you need to open the d-" The door swung open, with a disheveled Stella on the other side. She was quick to pull your body close to hers, engrossing you in a vigorous kiss.

Your attention was taken with force from the kiss she locked you in and it was a short but quick detail to notice something pressed against your inner thigh.

You let out a moan as she began to attack your neck, ravaging the skin. "Stel, what are you-" You said in between whimpers. "Just let me do this. Please." She held you close within her grasp, digging her face into your neck.

You now realized that the thing pressed against your inner thigh was a bulge from Stella's uniform pants. “I never wanted to fuck you more than I do now.” She said while pushing you onto the bed.

Stella hovered over your body, unzipping her uniform jeans to release the bulge from underneath, exposing the plastic strap. I guess that was why she locked the door on you. “I can’t wait to have you scream my name. Don't worry, I'll make sure you'll love it.” She growled while flipping you over and pulling your sweatpants and underwear off of your legs.

Stella leaned in forward and your breath hitched as she whispered in your ear, "Your safe word is butterfly." She was quick to pull your hips towards her waist as she trusted herself inside of you.

Her pace was fast and rough and you both were enjoying it. You could tell how tempered she was just by her thrust. Soft whimpers spilled out of Stella’s mouth, you could tell how desperate she was in wanting you to cum.

“Please, I want you to cum so hard on me. I’m going to make you cum really hard.” She whined pitifully while picking up her pace, digging her nails into your hips, making you moan out her name, laying your face into the pillow beneath you.

Looking back you could see a frustrated Stella with her braided bun now messy, coming undone with a few strands out. Her face was flushed and you could tell that she was close to getting off just by looking at you.

Your mind was distracted as you came all over her. “I love it when you moan my name.” She let out, her hips slowed down before completely stopping.

The storm was over and Stella realized how tight she was grabbing at your hips. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" She said slightly out of breath. You shook your head 'no'.

She pulled out and flipped you back over on your back. You were out of breath too. "Your hips are all red, I'm sorry. I guess I got too angry." You sighed as you gave her a soft smile.

“I really didn’t mean to hurt you, baby, I got ahead of myself.” She said while taking off the strap and all of her clothes, except her with a t-shirt on. She flopped down on the bed next to you.

You looked at her, admiring her beauty. She smiled as you straddled her lap, just to cuddle with her. “You know, I gotta admit that is was kinda hot that you were all hot and bothered, fucking me with your uniform on, lieutenant.” You teased.

Stella scoffed with a smirk. You smile and just embraced her warmth, looking out the window with the snow all over the ground.

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deanstead · 2 years

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Right Time, Wrong Place

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader, Stellaride

Requested: yes, by anon

Summary: When Y/N comes to Chicago to accept a job offer, she finds herself stuck in a dangerous situation with Jay. As Kelly works to get Stella’s best friend out, Y/N and Jay try to navigate the situation they find themselves in.

Word Count: 3,864 (oops, got carried away)

Warnings: canon-typical mentions of injuries

A/N: I have another fic with a similar title but I still felt this fit for this fic so here it is! There wasn't a pairing specified for this but I really liked the dynamic in the request so I wrote this is a Jay x Reader with a splash of Stellaride, I hope that's okay! Thank you to my beloved @mertes4cker and @enchantedblackrose for helping to beta! Do drop by and let me know what you guys think! Any mistakes are mine!

JAY HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

STELLARIDE MASTERLIST

“Hey Stella.”

Stella raised her head from where she was mixing drinks at the bar, a huge smile growing on her face when her eyes met yours. Stella pushed the drink into Herrmann’s hands before she rounded out of the counter to give you a hug.

Figures that the first place you’d headed for once you reached Chicago was Molly’s.

You hadn’t had an easy childhood, but you also knew that the reason why you’d somehow muddled your way through it was because you and Stella had had each other to hold on to. And even now, when life had forced the two of you into two different cities, nothing could break the bond that you had with Stella. She wasn’t just your best friend, she was your sister.

You’d already been here a couple of times to see Stella and you’d already met and knew most of her friends, so when a job opportunity had given you the chance to move back to Chicago, you didn’t even hesitate.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You broke apart from Stella’s hug to smile back at her fiancé. “Hey Kelly.”

Kelly had been nothing but kind to you from the moment Stella had introduced the both of you and despite their ups and downs, there had always been something about Kelly that clued you in to the fact that he and Stella were just meant to be.

“Everything okay?” Kelly asked, pulling out the chair next to him for you to slide onto as Stella headed back around to the back of the bar to get you your drink.

“I got the job.”

Stella looked up from what she was doing, the smile frozen on her face. You’d planned to keep it a secret from Stella until you actually got the job partly because you didn’t want to get her hopes up but you should have known you couldn’t keep anything from Stella.

“You… you got it?”

You let out an audible laugh. “Yeah, I did.”

Stella let out a triumphant yell as she leaned over to give you a hug across the bar.

“You know once of these days the both of you need to give me a dictionary, or something.” Kelly said, which made the both of you laugh.

Stella laughed, glancing at you. “Fill him in while I go…” She pointed to the new customers that had come in.

You were in the midst of filling Kelly in about the new job when you heard a familiar voice, a voice that sent your heart pounding just a little quicker against your chest and the unmistakable flutter in your gut. “Y/N?”

You glanced back around you, knowing whose green eyes you’d be looking into before you saw him. “Hey, Jay.”

You’d met Jay Halstead during one of your earlier trips to Chicago when he’d joined Kelly at your table and although you’d hung out a few times, nothing had really happened between the two of you. Even so, there always seemed to be this invisible electric energy that felt like it was tugging you towards him.

“Didn’t know you were in town.” Jay smiled.

Kelly glanced up towards Stella who gave him a knowing smile back, giving him a small shake of her head. You barely heard Kelly excuse himself as Jay smiled. “So how long you going to be in town this time?” He asked, taking just half a step closer towards you.

You weren’t sure how much you wanted to let him know yet, so you just smiled and shrugged. “A while.”

“Does that mean I can catch you for a drink before you leave?” Jay asked, his green eyes sparkling a little.

You bit back a laugh and smiled back up at him. “You have my number.”

It had been a hectic few weeks, and you knew you’d be glad once you finally got settled in Chicago.

With help you’d managed to find a cheap and decent apartment that wasn’t too far from work but your apartment still looked like a tornado had swept through it. The boxes didn’t even fit in corners anymore so they had spilled over to the middle of your living room.

You glanced at your watch. The trip to the office today had just been to handle some administrative stuff, but with that you were one step closer to a new beginning. It had taken a little longer than you’d initially thought but Stella and Kelly were on shift tonight anyway so you thought you might as well just grab some food and take the opportunity to at least try to make your apartment more livable.

You looked up and couldn’t help rolling your eyes at yourself when you noticed you’d made it all the way down to the basement carpark when your stupid ass had parked on the street just an hour earlier. You let out a low chuckle because you could already hear Stella’s voice in your head and turned back towards the elevator to head back up when you caught a familiar figure out of the corner of your eye. You turned back again, just to make sure you hadn't been wrong.

“Jay?”

Jay turned towards the sound of your voice, the serious look on his face giving way to a smile as he recognized you. “Hey. What are you doing here?”

You smiled without even meaning to, like some infectious effect that Jay had on you. “I had some stuff to handle here. You?”

Jay made a face. “Just checking out a lead. I…”

Jay didn’t finish his sentence before there was a sound that sounded way too much like a bomb, the noise piercing against your eardrums and shaking the ground you stood on.

Instinctively, Jay reached forward for you, steadying you. “You okay?” Jay asked, and you saw a worried look cross on his face for the first time as he glanced around.

“That wasn’t a…”

Jay shook his head. “I don’t know. Stay here.”

He leaned in towards his truck for his police radio, which crackled like it was about to get a signal, before little bits of concrete and sand crackled down against the both of you.

“We need to get out of here.” Jay said, glancing at you, his hand closing around yours as he moved. “If you see anyone, you call to them.”

You nodded, allowing Jay to lead you towards the way he’d driven in, until there was a sound of cracking concrete, with more sand and crumbling bits of concrete raining towards the both of you.

You glanced up. “Jay!”

Jay glanced up in time to see slabs of concrete come hurtling down towards the both of you.

All units, Building Fire and Collapse.

Stella frowned as Mouch pulled up nearby. There were already PD cars at the other end of the street and she could vaguely hear the sounds of sirens meaning there were more trucks on their way.

Stella headed towards Chief, just half a step behind Kelly when she froze, her head turning back towards the street where there were a line of cars parked.

Kelly paused as well, turning back to glance at Stella. “Stella?”

Stella blinked once, the reality of it hitting her before she looked back at the building. The basement carpark was completely caved in and a fire had started on one of the higher floors.

Kelly glanced in the direction of where she’d just been looking and frowned. “Isn’t that…”

“She took the keys this morning. She had an errand to run… she…” Stella glanced back towards the building. “She’s in there.”

Kelly reached out and squeezed her hand. “If she’s in there, we’ll get her. Let’s get moving.”

Stella nodded before the both of them quickly headed over to where Chief was already barking orders.

You opened your eyes gingerly, feeling a smarting pain from somewhere although you didn’t know exactly where.

“Y/N, you okay?”

Jay’s voice caught your attention and you blinked, coughing.

Jay had hurled the both of you out of the way just in time for you not be crushed to your death by the huge slab of concrete that now lay where you'd been standing just a minute ago.

“You okay?” Jay repeated.

You nodded, your head sweeping over to where the exit should have been. “We’re trapped, aren’t we?”

Jay glanced at his broken police radio by the side and nodded. “Yeah.”

He looked back at you and helped you back to your feet when a sharp pain shot up your leg.

“Y/N?” Jay froze, his eyes scanning you as he tried to work out what had happened. You shook your head.

“I think my ankle got a little busted. It’s nothing serious.”

Jay looked like he wanted to argue but also knew there was no point. “Alright, come on.” He glanced at your expression then quickly added. “Look, I’m sure Kelly and Stella are already outside trying to work their way in. Let’s just find somewhere safer to wait, alright? We need to get you off that foot.”

Jay stuck his hand out to you and you took it, feeling the warmth seeping right into you as he walked in step with you, using another hand to hold you steady.

It wasn’t really the time or place but you were acutely aware that this was the closest you’d been to Jay, at least physically.

Jay helped you back towards his truck, glancing up towards the ceiling, before opening the back door so you could perch yourself on the backseat, your legs dangling out of the open car door. “I’m gonna take one round around this place to see if anyone else is here or if there’s another way out, alright?”

You wanted to ask him to stay but it also kind of felt a little dumb so you just nodded.

Jay, however, seemed to catch on quickly and he leaned nearer just to squeeze your hand. “I’ll be quick.”

You smiled and nodded, watching as Jay jogged towards the other side of the carpark.

You turned your eyes away from his direction, looking back at the ground, counting mentally in your head which was a thing Stella had taught you when the both of you had been younger and you needed to get your mind off something.

You’d counted to about 30 when you heard a noise and your head snapped up, your eyebrows scrunching together as you spotted a guy trying to jimmy Jay’s truck from the passenger side.

You frowned, sliding off the seat, wincing as your feet touched the ground and your ankle protested. Even so, you figured it was better for you to be on your feet, just in case.

You’d barely steadied yourself against Jay’s truck when the guy came around the front of his truck, pausing when he saw you there.

“What are you doing?” His voice was accusatory and you felt the prick of annoyance that came with knowing he was trying to cover up that he was the shady one.

You exhaled loudly. “I should be asking you that.”

“I’m getting some stuff from my truck.”

You struggled to keep your face straight without rolling your eyes. “We can’t get out anyway. The concrete collapsed over the entrance. And I don’t think this is your truck.”

“Excuse me?” He asked, his tone telling you that you were headed into dangerous territory.

You didn’t answer him, just took an unsteady step backwards.

“Just stay out of my way.” He growled threateningly, taking a step closer to you.

Before your instinct could even get your body moving, Jay announced his return by sliding in between you and the stranger, reaching his hand behind for your wrist, his fingers closing protectively around it. “Do we have a problem here?”

The man in front of you faltered for the first time since he’d appeared in front of you, giving you the urge to roll your eyes once again. Honestly, if it wasn’t for your busted ankle, you might have been a little less cautious.

The guy cleared his throat. “If you keep your girl out of my business, we don’t.”

“Then get the hell away from my truck.” Jay snapped.

You glanced up at him, the tone surprising you, realizing you’d never actually seen this side of Jay.

As realization dawned over his face, the guy slinked away and Jay turned back to look at you. “You okay?”

You smiled back at him, nodding. “Better now.”

Jay smiled back, glancing down at your injured foot. “Alright, will you sit down please?” Jay said gently, guiding you back towards the back seat of the truck and helping you up again.

“Nothing, huh?” You asked, as Jay leaned his body against his truck facing you.

Jay just gave you a small smile. “There’s a few groups of people around. We’ll be out of here soon, alright?”

You nodded, pausing before you looked up at him again. “Not to be that person but… I’m kind of glad you’re here with me. I mean… not that I want you in this mess but…”

Jay reached out and patted your wrist gently with a smile, shaking his head gently. “I’m glad I’m here too.”

You glanced up in a little surprise and Jay smiled. “I mean it’s no drink but I’m glad the someone in here with you is me.”

You gave him a smile and Jay moved his hand just slightly to cover yours.

“I’m moving to Chicago.” You told him, allowing his hand to rest over yours even though you could feel your heartrate increase just a little more. “I came here to sign the documents and ended up in this mess. You don’t think that’s a…”

Jay quickly shook his head. “Not a sign at all.”

You were acutely aware that Jay had leaned in, acutely aware that your heads were very close together though you weren't sure when that had happened. Your head moved a little, a little nod that gave Jay the message he needed as he shifted.

And then a series of thuds broke their way into your consciousness, forcing both you and Jay to look away from each other.

Before you could say anything, a tremor felt like it was slightly rocking the underground carpark and you glanced back up at Jay, as more debris rained down towards you.

“Alright, come on, let’s move.” Jay whispered, helping you out. You glanced at him a little confused before he added, “Not really comfortable leaving you alone now. Let’s just check what’s going on alright?”

You nodded, allowing Jay to support you as you leaned against him and he watched your pace, guiding you to avoid the debris and concrete slabs that had crashed down during the first collapse.

Jay followed the dull sound that sounded like someone was hitting against something, turning the corner to find someone actually trying to hack their way through the walls with an axe.

“What the… Stay here.” Jay said and you nodded at him before he headed to the guy to try to stop him.

You wanted to roll your eyes. Any idiot would know that hacking though any wall without the knowledge people like Kelly and Stella had, was a recipe for disaster and yet here was an idiot doing it right in front of your eyes.

You could hear the vague sounds of Jay trying to drill the facts into the guy’s head - the more he hacked, the more dangerous it would be, but he didn’t seem to want to listen to Jay as he raved on about needing to be somewhere else. A few other people that were trapped together with you and Jay seemed to be converging nearer to the ruckus as well.

That’s when you heard it, almost like the sound of something cracking.

You glanced up, the beams above you looking unsteady, and you glanced back down at Jay who seemed to have noticed.

“Y/N, back up, alright?” Jay said, his eyes locking onto yours.

You nodded, but as you took a step backwards, the few other people who’d come to check out the ruckus had also gotten the message and were now clambering to try to get as far away as possible.

You felt someone push you before you stumbled, the pain from your ankle shooting up your leg once again as you fell towards the ground.

Damn it.

You turned your head upwards just as a beam came crashing down again. This time, all you heard was Jay’s raised voice.

“Y/N!”

Kelly turned back from where he was working to glance at Chief. “Alright, we’re in.”

Chief nodded back at Kelly.

“Cruz, you up for this?” Kelly asked, glancing back at him.

Cruz nodded back at him. “Right behind you, Lieutenant.”

Kelly turned to give a small smile to Stella. “Be right back.” He assured her, heading inside.

Stella knew the drill. In a collapse like this, they couldn’t be sure how well this would hold or how many victims would be inside and with no line of communication, even sending Kelly and Cruz in was a stretch.

Kelly ducked his head, heading into the space they’d created. The basement was now littered with even more debris and concrete blocks but they maneuvered around them quickly.

“Fire Department!” Kelly hollered, as he spotted a group of people already heading towards him and Cruz. “Alright, follow him and he’ll get you out of here. Is anyone injured?”

Only one person responded. “I think there’s still two or three people over at the back. One of them seemed to already be injured.”

Kelly moved further in, nodding to Cruz to lead the rest out.

“Y/N! Are you in here?” Kelly hollered, moving further in before he heard another familiar voice.

“Kelly?”

Kelly frowned. “Jay?”

“In here!”

Kelly quickened his movements, heading towards the sound of Jay’s voice. There didn’t seem to be anyone else around and Kelly froze when he saw where Jay was.

Jay was kneeling next to you, one of your legs was stuck under a beam and you had a gash across your forehead but at least you were conscious.

Kelly didn’t miss the fact that Jay was holding your hand but turned towards you. “Hey, you with us?”

You smiled back up at Kelly. “I don’t… Please tell me you’re here to get us out.”

Kelly smiled and nodded. “Stella wouldn’t have it any other way.” He looked up at Jay. “Alright, come on, you think you can help me get this off her?”

Jay nodded, squeezing your hand again before he got up, helping Kelly to lift the beam to a better angle so that they could get you out from underneath.

Kelly reached for his radio. “I got her. Halstead’s in here too. Cruz, I need a backboard.”

“Copy.”

Jay headed back to you and squeezed your hand. “You’re going to be fine.”

“Thank you.” You whispered.

Jay gently swept your hair backwards without saying a word, as Cruz came in with the backboard and they lifted you on it so they could finally get you out of there.

Honestly, you knew just as well as everyone else that you’d been lucky to escape with just a fracture and some shallow open wounds.

“Hey you.”

You glanced up to see your best friend smiling back at you, Kelly by her side and you smiled, pushing yourself up to a sitting position.

“God, Stella. You have to get me out of here. I’m literally withering away.” You complained and Stella chuckled.

“Listen, Y/N. I was talking to Kelly and we were thinking you could come back with us.” You frowned at her words and Stella quickly continued. “Just until you’re out of the cast.”

“Stel, that’s another few months. I have an apartment here, I’ll be fine.”

Stella narrowed her eyes back at you. “What, you mean the apartment with the thousand boxes lying around?”

You opened your mouth to argue and then closed it again because you knew she was right. “Look, I don’t want to put you guys out. I’ll be fine.”

Stella gave you a look. “I dare you to repeat that.”

You glanced at Kelly who waved a hand at you. "I wouldn't."

“Guys, you just got engaged, at least not that long ago. I seriously don’t want to…”

Kelly stepped forward now, putting an arm casually around Stella who was already perched at the edge of your bed. “We have an extra room at the loft anyway. And it’d be just until the cast is removed and you can move around on your own. If you have someone to come home with, maybe I can convince Jay’s brother to discharge you earlier.”

You glanced at him, not particularly liking the emphasis on Jay’s brother.

It was a losing battle and you knew it. “Fine.”

Kelly smiled, throwing a wink at Stella. “I’ll go find Will. You girls talk.”

As Kelly left the room, Stella turned back to you. “So, spill.”

You shrugged, knowing exactly what Stella was referring to. “I'm lucky he was in there. I don’t think I would have been as calm as I was without him. The first concrete alone might have killed me."

Stella gave you another look. “You know that’s not what I’m asking.”

You betrayed a small smile.

“We’ll see.”

Stella returned the smile, just as there was a knock at the door.

“Hope I’m not interrupting.”

Stella gave you a knowing smile, motioning for Jay to come in as she winked at you. “I’m going to check on Kelly, we’ll be back in a bit.”

You narrowed your eyes at her but Stella left the room anyway and you turned back to Jay.

“Just wanted to check in on you.” Jay smiled. “You doing okay?”

You nodded. “Thanks, Jay. Seriously. Not sure I could have survived if you hadn’t been there with me.”

Jay smiled, leaning in just a little closer. “I’m just glad you’re okay. Well, mostly okay.” His eyes flicked to your cast.

“Stella and Kelly insisted on me going to their place for a while, until the cast is off.” You made a face. “And I’ve never actually won an argument with Stella. At least not about things like this.”

Jay just smiled.

“So... maybe we can still catch that drink once you’re better. Since you’re staying.” Jay’s eyes twinkled back at you, the light back in his eyes now that you were all out of harm’s way.

You grinned. “A drink’s not gonna cut it anymore.” You paused as a look of confusion fluttered across Jay’s face. “But I’ll be up for dinner once I’m sorta back on my feet. If you don’t mind.”

“Dinner sounds great.” Jay said, the relief settling back into his usual smile.

You smiled. “After that whole fiasco, I’m all for the no regrets thing… so I think…”

Jay just leaned in and gently pressed his lips against yours. “Yeah, me too.” He whispered, as he lifted his lips from yours.

“You read my mind.” You answered, smiling back at him.

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Why would i lie to you?

AUTHORS NOTE: I started hating this like halfway through and I just kept going? but I hate this so if y'all do too I couldn't even blame you. This was supposed to be a request but I don't even like this enough to say it is.

synopsis: You and Gallo are targeted after accidentally coming across something you shouldn't.

warnings: some VERY bad writing, canon-typical violence, mention of kidnapping, head injury, very bad medical understanding, kind of meh ending

Working in CFD meant every shift had the potential to be crazier than the last. You were always expecting something crazy to happen that would spin the entire day into chaos.

The last thing you were expecting on a seemingly random Tuesday was to walk straight into a drug den. You and Gallo were ordered to clear the house next door and ensure no sparks would ignite the abandoned building. You both had to pry the door open, making your way through the front room to check the side for any signs of smoke. As soon as you made it through the front room you were greeted by the sight of enough fentanyl and cocaine to kill the entire house.

You quickly stopped Gallo from barreling in after you, aware of all of the powders around the room.

"Is that...?"

"Yeah," You whispered, hands shaking as you radioed Kidd.

"Hey Lieutenant, do you copy?"

"I Copy, what's up Halstead?"

"We're gonna need CPD and decontamination down here," You replied, "I think we just found a trap house."

There was a pause, you and Gallo looked at each other nervously. You could hear Severiade ordering what you asked for, no doubt also radioing Boden.

"Are you and Gallo okay?" Kidd finally said.

"Yeah," Gallo nodded, "We're good, Lieutenant."

"Gallo," You caught his attention, pointing out the powder on both of your turnout gear, "We need to get out of here."

Gallo nodded, clearly trying not to breathe too deep like you were.

"Lieutenant, we have an unknown substance on our turnouts," You informed, "We need might need Brett and Violet standing by, from the looks of this set-up, I think it's Fentanyl."

"Okay, Copy that," Stella rattled off what she wanted you two to do. She ordered you both to leave the house, following Cruz and Severiade to the hasty decontamination that had been set up. Cruz had all but said that it was CFD policy and you two would be fine, but everyone was still on edge. You and Gallo had to strip down to your underwear, washing any exposed skin that wasn't covered by your turnouts.

"Hey," Kidd entered the tent as you and Gallo wrapped yourselves in Towels, "CPD just confirmed it was fentanyl in that room. They're calling in intelligence."

You and Gallo shared a look.

"Well, do we get to have some real clothes? Or do we have to wait around in towels?" You finally asked.

Kidd shook her head, "Protocol says we have to take you two to Med to get checked out-" You and Gallo groaned "-I'll bring you some clothes there."

"We really have to go to Med?" Gallo pressed, both of you trailing behind Stella as she headed for 61.

She scoffed, "Uh yeah. Now get in."

Violet chuckled from inside the rig, pointing at the two spots next to her, "One of you get the gurney."

"Not me," You snapped, playfully jabbing at Gallo before climbing to sit next to Violet. Gallo grumbled about it being unfair, but climbed into the rig and sat on the gurney anyway.

When you walked into Med, they were already waiting for you. Maggie and Will stood at the ambulance entrance with stupid grins when they saw your frustrated pout.

"You always find trouble?" Will joked, gesturing for you to sit on the edge of the bed in Bay 3.

"I just thought I'd come to see you," You told your brother, giving him a massive fake smile.

Will rolled his eyes as he ran through his checks, "How do you even accidentally find a drug den?"

"Yeah, I'd like to know that too."

You and Will looked over to see Jay leaning in the doorway, an amused smile on his face.

"We hadn't caught up in weeks, so I thought Halstead Reunion, ya know?" You replied, laughing as Jay tried to ruffle your wet hair.

"You look like a drowned rat," he laughed, wiping his hand on the towel around your shoulders like it was disgusting.

"Wow, that's the thanks I get for doing your job for you?" You retorted.

"Settle down, Children," Will waved Jay away when he started getting in the way.

You had to sit for almost an hour waiting for Med to go through the checks. When they were done, Kidd gave you CFD sweats to change into. When you were sufficiently dressed to look like a cadet, you joined Kidd and Boden to see what CPD wanted you to do.

Gallo looked a lot better than you did, his hair had at least dried and the sweats were his size. You, on the other hand, did in fact look like a drowned rat. The sweats Kidd had given you were much too big. You had to tie the sweatpants to keep them sitting comfortably. Both you and Gallo had Truck 51 shirts on, the goat emblem on the chest making you look like candidates.

Will had given you a towel, helping you dry your hair while you waited. You looked less rat-like but still felt extremely uncomfortable. Will had jokingly said at least you weren't overdosing on narcotics and immediately apologized when you gave him a shocked frown.

"Alright," Jay said as he and Hailey walked up to your little gathered group, "We need you two to come down to the district with us, and go over what you saw one last time on record."

"Alright, then," Boden nodded, giving you and Gallo his 'please behave' look he reserved especially for the two of you. "Keep me updated."

"Will do, Chief," Jay replied, letting Hailey lead the way back to their car.

As you were walking back to the car you started giving Jay shit, "So, do we get badges now? Seeming we found you your case?"

Jay scoffed, "Yeah sure."

He opened the back door for you to get in, smiling smugly. He definitely got too much amusement out of putting you into the back of his car.

You narrowed your eyes at him, "Don't smile at me like that, Chuckles."

Hailey laughed, looking back at the two of you from the passenger seat.

When you were done at the Precinct, Boden had called and informed you and Gallo were off for the rest of the shift. Jay offered to give you a ride home, all but demanding it. As you were headed back to your apartment, you asked him about the case. He waved you off with a lie about it probably being something gang-related and an easy case. You didn't really care enough to press him any further. You had learnt a while ago that pressing Jay for information about the job wasn't worth it - he tried to hide most of the danger from you. At some point, you got so used to it that you always assumed whenever he was quiet it was worth just not asking anything more.

Eventually, he even stopped pressing you about the dangers of your job, it was a weird unspoken recognition between you and him. Not to ask too much.

When you jumped out of the car you wished Jay luck in the case, wanting nothing more than to go home and wash the day away. You were leaving the shower when your phone lit up. Clearly, Gallo had the same thought as you, what an awful way to spend the rest of an on-shift day.

Want to grab a drink?

You laughed, responding; only if you bring it here cbf going out.

Gallo let you know he would be at your apartment soon, no doubt bringing enough beer for you two to drown your sorrows about being benched.

Gallo arrived with a six-pack, putting them in the fridge and bringing two over for you both. He sat next to you on the couch, both of you silently watching the game and just trying to decompress from the day.

"I hate this," You finally muttered, sick of sitting doing nothing while your friends were at work.

"Me too," Gallo replied, looking as forlorn as you felt. After another moment of silence Gallo said, "When I was coming here, it was so weird, I could have sworn someone was following me."

You laughed, "Following you?"

Gallo turned to face you, looking extremely serious, "Yeah, following me. This black ford was behind me up to the store, I thought it was nothing but when I headed here it was two cars behind me, again."

You mirrored Gallo, turning to face him as he spoke. Any sense of drowsy self-pity had vanished and now you were growing concerned, "It followed you all the way here?"

Gallo shook his head, "No. It pulled off a couple of blocks before me, I figured it must have been someone taking the same route, but..."

"But?"

"it just felt strange," Gallo confessed.

You put your almost untouched beer on the coffee table, walking around the couch to grab your phone off the kitchen counter where I was charging.

"What are you doing?" Gallo asked, frowning at you, "You think it really was following me?"

"I don't know," You told him, "But I'd feel a hell of a lot better if Jay came and told us for sure."

You searched through your phone for Jay's name, quickly calling him and walking back to Gallo. As you heard it start to dial, you heard the unmistakable sound of a car screeching to a halt.

"Tell Jay what's going on," You ordered Gallo, shoving your phone at him for him to take. As Gallo rambled off what was going on to Jay, you slowly approached the windows. You pressed to the side of the window, trying to not be seen by anyone outside. You gently parted the curtains, glancing through the gap to see four armed men getting out of a black crossover.

You ducked away from the windows quickly, grabbing Gallo's arm and yanking him along with you to your ensuite. He handed the phone to you with a breathy, "Jay wants to talk to you."

You nodded, grabbing the phone off him, then pushing him into the bathroom, "Stay in here, get low and lock the door."

Gallo protested, "What about you?"

"I'll be fine, just do as I say," You snapped back shutting the door quickly and as quietly as you could.

"-Y/N? What's going on? Y/n!"

You held your phone to your ear with your shoulder, making your way back out of your bedroom and into the lounge to get a vantage point on the car in your street.

"Jay, there are four armed men outside," You weren't sure why you were whispering, the men hadn't even approached the windows so they wouldn't be able to hear you.

"Patrol is 5 minutes out, we're not far behind, okay?" Came jays response.

"Okay," You whispered. You ducked around your couch, using the furniture to hide your figure as you tried to look for a license plate on the car.

"Shit!" You cursed, barely having time to press yourself flush to the ground before three of the men unloaded their magazines into the front of your apartment.

"Y/N?" You could hear Jay's concerned voice coming from your phone, but it had skidded out of sight when you hit the ground.

The rain of bullets left your ears ringing, all around you were shrapnel of your apartment. Tiny fragments of glass mixed with the ripped-up wood of the floors, essentially creating one hell of a scene.

You dared raise yourself off the ground, getting to your hands and knees and psyching yourself up to crawl to the kitchen to hide behind the counter. The ringing in your ears subsided briefly for you to hear the crunching of footsteps approaching. The footsteps belonged to a pair of dark military-style boots. Before you could think too much about the fact, one of the boots came down on your back, kicking you to the floor and winding you.

You let out a puff of air at the force, gaping and hiccuping trying to regain your breath. The pair of boots were joined by another and you were hauled to your feet.

"Where is it?"

Both of the men were dressed in military-style tactical gear, all black aside from their vests which were camo. Their faces were covered by goggles and balaclavas. It was no doubt meant to be intimidating, but all you could think was what the fuck did they want with you.

"I don't enjoy repeating myself, where is it?" The man on your left snarled, he had a tight grip on your arms while the man on your right loosely trained his rifle on you.

You didn't know what to say, this was all so absurd. Instead of replying to the man you just laughed, a laugh of shock and surprise. The two men looked at each other, and then one of them punched you straight in the stomach.

"Jesus Christ," You swore, doubling over and struggling not to empty your stomach on their boots, "I don't know what you're talking about, okay?"

The sound of police sirens and the bright flashing lights were surrounding you at once. You could hear the patrol cops shouting orders at the men outside your apartment, then the repeated sound of gunfire.

"Last chance," He warned, "Tell us where it is, or we'll kill you."

You almost screamed when the man's chest exploded, his blood spraying over your face and chest. At least you were expecting it when the second man went down too.

"Chicago PD!"

In your line of work, you had been covered in other people's blood more times than you cared to count - but this was different. As you stood shell-shocked, a swarm of officers filled the room. The ringing in your ears grew and grew, all you could do was stare at your shaking hands that were covered in the men's blood.

Someone was grabbing your arm, pulling you towards the door and away from the bodies. Your legs shook so badly that had to support you as you walked. Your vision was blurring from tears that clung to your lashes, every step you took felt like you were slowly sinking into the pavement. You were led through the sea of CPD to an ambulance then gently sat on the back step. You could hear the rustle of action going on around you now, but the blood rushing in your ears drowned most of it out.

Someone was gently taking your face in their hands, guiding you to look up at them. Hailey smiled down at you, slowly talking you through the wave of panic that held you. She wrapped a thick blanket around your shoulders, tucking it under your chin as you sat immobile. Hailey sat down next to you, grasping your hand tightly in hers and rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back.

"Just breathe, you're safe," She kept saying, whispering it quietly into your ear as she soothed your hair away from your face.

Once you finally felt like the world had stopped shaking and the ringing in your ears subsided you realized what was really going on.

You let out a small sigh, turning to Hailey with wide eyes. You wanted to ask what the hell had just happened, to swear and shake the anxiety out of you. Instead, you just looked at her, distraught.

Hailey knew what you were trying to say. She smiled softly, her tone was so soft it almost made you feel warm and safe, "Don't worry about that right now. What matters is that you're okay."

You nodded, letting her pull you into a tight hug and hold you there for a moment. When you both pulled away, she waved over the waiting paramedics, who gave you a few damp wipes to clean your face.

Hailey helped you wipe the blood off your face and neck, watching you struggle to not be ill at the idea of someone else's blood covering you. She kept you calm and held your hand, reassuring you that everything was alright the whole time.

When you were done clearing your face, she took both your hands and started whipping your arms and hands. As she did, your eyes wandered to the scene around you. There had to be at least 6 or 7 patrol cars all parked haphazardly around the street. Uniformed officers were already setting up the tape and directing crowds and media away from the debris field. You could see Gallo sitting in a different ambulance, he looked unharmed, probably just as shaken as you were. Kevin and Kim were standing by, talking to him and the paramedics.

Voight was standing with the rest of intelligence and Trudy, commanding the uniformed officers and lab techs around the scene. As you looked over you spotted Jay, who was standing with his arms crossed over his chest. He glanced over as you were looking, making eye contact and breaking away from the group.

Voight and the others watched him approach you and Hailey. When he got up to you, he quickly pulled you into a hug. He was squeezing you so tight it was almost constricting. You didn't have the heart to tell him that. When he pulled away he forced you to sit back down next to Hailey.

"Are you alright?" He asked gently.

You couldn't find the words to reply, just shaking your head.

Jay grimaced, nodding in understanding. "Hailey is going to go with you to Med, yeah? I'll come as soon as we finish here."

You nodded, your voice still having not returned. Jay pressed a kiss to your hairline, helping you to your feet and into the ambulance. He sent you one last smile before he shut the doors and watched the Rig pull away.

"She okay?" Voight asked as he rejoined the gathered officers.

Jay sighed, "I don't think so, she's really shaken."

Kim nodded, "Gallo told us what happened, she locked him in the bathroom like she knew they would open fire on them."

Jay remembered all the times he told you when you were younger - the safest place in that situation is in the bathtub. Seeming you didn't have one, the bathroom had been your attempt to make do with little resources. The team kept looking at him like they were expecting him to snap, such a brazen attack on his sister with so many witnesses meant there was something bigger at play here. Jay wasn't angry - he was seething. The white-hot fury that slowly burns away at your heart, that would make you act like never before.

Will was feeling something similar when he watched you walk into med for the second time that day. This time, however, he knew you were hurt. Hailey was holding you up, tightly gripping your forearm and steering you into the ED. You had refused to be wheeled in on the gurney, adrenaline coursing through you still, making you unable to feel the pain.

Will dropped his tablet on the desk, running over to you and taking your other arm as you pitched to one side.

"What the hell happened?" He asked, taking in the smudges of blood on your skin and the stains over your shirt.

Hailey answered for you as you fought to stay present, your mind wanting to swallow you whole and ignore the outside world.

Will helped you into the bed, the deja vu of the situation made your skin crawl.

"Hey, what's going on?" Dr Marcel asked as he wanted in, a nurse on his heels. Will looked at you to explain, but you were replaying the night before you. Watching your apartment rip apart again, hearing the crunching of footprints over and over.

"Y/N?" Will grabbed your hand, smoothing your hair back as he tried to calm you down. The monitors started to beep as your heart rate rose and oxygen levels dropped. "Try to breathe, squirt."

You shook your head, unable to slow your breathing or gather any control to do so.

"Can we get a cannula on her please?" Dr Marcel ordered. You could feel the tube being placed on your face, looped around your ears. It made you uncomfortable but there was nothing to do about it.

You gripped Will's hand even tighter, choking on sobs and your own gaps for air. Will watched helplessly, trying to calm you to no avail.

"Will," Crockett spoke, ".5 of versed?"

Will knew the last thing you would have wanted was to be sedated but your oxygen stats were dropping, even with the cannula. He nodded to Marcel, letting him know to go ahead.

He prepped the meds quickly and behind his turned back, when you caught on to what was going on you were already too far gone in your own panic attack to protest. Eventually, the versed did its job of calming you down enough to allow you to relax and feel safe.

"Sorry," You croaked, throat raw from the earlier events.

Will smiled, "You just had to see me again, huh?"

You laughed a little, the movement sending an ache through your stomach, "Don't make me laugh," You pouted holding your abdomen as if it would help.

Crockett watched you two with an amused grin, now that you had calmed down, he asked where you were hurt.

Will had to give you his stern 'I'm the eldest so you do as I say' look, knowing how you and jay both resisted hospitals greatly.

"My right side," You explained to Crockett, gesturing to your right ribs where you had been cruelly sucker punched.

Crockett gently lifted your shirt off the area, even through his gloves you could feel how cold his hands were. He pressed against one of your ribs, causing you to let out a strangled, "Fuck," at the sudden pain.

Crockett smiled sheepishly, "Sorry."

You scowled at him, "Yeah, sure you are."

"Glad to see your humour is still intact," Crockett joked, laughing at Will who looked less than impressed at the two of you bantering.

You smiled at your brother, trying to reassure him that you were fine now. Even though your mind was still full of fog. Every time you stopped to think about it, you were brought back to the events in your living room.

When Dr Marel finished his prodding, he said he would get you on the waitlist for a CT, but that it might take some time. You had to bug Will to go back to his shift, promising that you wouldn't pull a Jay and try to break out. He had only agreed after Hailey promised she wouldn't let you leave either.

"How's Gallo?" You asked Hailey, having not seen him since the ambulance.

Hailey smiled, "He's alright, Sarg took him back to the precinct until we figure out the best way to handle all this."

"Okay," You replied, sighing at the idea that this wasn't all over, just yet.

After the CT scan Dr Marcel assured you and Will - although mostly Will - that you had no broken ribs, but some gnarly bruises that might leave you stiff for a few days. You had grumbled about not being able to go back to work and Dr Marcel laughed at how irritated Will looked.

Hailey had helped you get dressed in some clean clothes, some of your sweats she'd nabbed from your apartment. She helped you put on a zip-up, apologizing at your winces when you had to move too fast. Will had given you a gentle side hug as you and Hailey left, promising that you could crash at his.

After you got done at the precinct and relayed your statement for the umpteenth time, Jay drove you to Wills. He hovered more than usual, giving you his jacket to keep you warm and letting you know he would go to your apartment and grab some of your stuff.

“You don’t have to go out of your way,” You laughed, letting him bring you a coffee.

“I won’t be,” Jay replied, gently squeezing your shoulder, “Working the case remember?”

It took a week for you to get back to work, the bruising had gone from purple to green, looking more gnarly than before. It didn’t hurt so much anymore, at least not enough that you couldn’t work. You walked into the firehouse at the start of your shift expecting the ‘surprise’, but it still scared the living daylights out of you. When you walked into the common room, there was no one around. Expecting them all to be gathering in the locker room like they normally did, you thought nothing of it.

When they all rounded the corner into the room shouting you jumped hallways to the roof.

“What on earth?” You asked, laughing as they handed you a small box.

“Ah,” Hermann waved his hand, “Just open it.”

You laughed, flipping the box open to reveal a plastic police badge. Immediately you burst out laughing, “A police badge?” “Yeah! Seeming you got Intelligence that case, you’re like a cop now,” Gallo joked, playfully elbowing you.

��Oof,” You grabbed your side, slightly doubling over where Gallo elbowed you.

Brett was at your side instantly, grabbing your arm and asking what was wrong. Gallo had gone pale, looking terrified he had just hurt you again.

“Are you alright?” Kidd asked, coming to stand next to Brett with her eyebrows knitted.

You straightened up, dropping your hands, “Yeah, I’m fine.” You grinned, “Just wanted to mess with Gallo.”

Everyone laughed, cheering about how it was good to have you back. Gallo grabbed you into a hug, complaining about how that prank was cruel. You sat down to have breakfast with them all, telling Gallo, “It’s payback for that god-awful date you set me up on.”

Being back to work was exactly what you needed. As much as you loved your brothers, they were hovering a lot and it was nice to get back to a little bit of normality. Your apartment was being repaired, the landlord taking her time and dragging her feet about the ordeal. So, living with Will had meant everything still felt strange. Your truck never treated you any differently though, being back sitting with Gallo and Carver in the truck was the best you’d felt since the incident.

After a couple of shifts, you’d fallen back into the rhythm of it all, you and Will worked differing shifts so you would often get home to him leaving for work or vise versa. The more you were back on the job the more you started to forget the whole incident. You were at Molly’s one night after shift when Jay and Hailey had come to chill. They had let you know if passing the case was still unsolved and that the police chief had set them up on another case seeming that one didn’t have any leads. You didn’t mind much, it was easier to leave it in the past. Besides, the men who had attacked you and Gallo in your apartment had been locked in prison out of state, you barely had to testify seeming the entire encounter was captured by your neighbour's security cameras. You had gone back to your normal life, responding to fires and car crashes and the occasional ‘how did they get stuck there’ calls.

“All Units, Structure fire, S Canal St.”

You all jumped into action, suiting up and climbing into the rig.

“S Canal street? Isn’t that warehouses?” Carver asked.

“Yeah,” Kidd replied, frowning at her screen.

When all the companies pulled up the address, all of you climbed out to see the seemingly abandoned area.

“Where’s the fire?” Severiade asked no one in particular.

You were all suited up, Truck, Engine and Squad prep with SCBAs with no fire to respond to.

“Spread out, see what you can find,” Kidd ordered. You, Violet and Brett walked around the side of the warehouse to see if you could find anything. As you were approaching the back of the building you saw a door left open.

“Lieutenant,” You spoke to the radio, “There's a door open on the B side near the back.”

There was no reply, you frowned and tried again. When there was still nothing you turned to Brett and Violet, “Maybe the radios are down?”

Brett frowned, trying her radio to no response.

“Help!”

You looked back into the warehouse, trying to decide what to do.

“Okay,” You sighed, “I’m going to go in, maybe you guys can go back and get the others?”

Brett looked apprehensive but agreed, telling Violet to go get Kelly and Stella while she grabbed the gurney. You walked into the warehouse, grabbing your tac light and turning it on to look around.

“Fire Department, Call out!”

There was no response, the warehouse was so quiet you could hear your footsteps echoing off the walls.

“Fire Department, Call out!” You repeated. This time you could hear a reply. As you headed further into the warehouse you heard a loud slam. You frowned, turning around to see the door you entered from was shut.

“Brett?” You spoke into the radio, “Anyone copy?”

You started to get uneasy, there was something wrong here. Turning back to where you heard the victim last, you came around a corner to see a room full of machinery.

“Fire department!”“Here!” As you stepped into the room, you knew for sure something was wrong. It felt like your entire body was charged with nervous energy, the hair on your arms standing on end. You had got to stop getting into these situations.

You raised your halligan a little higher, ditching your flashlight and opting for the more weapon-like thing you had. You tried to check every corner and crevice as you walked through the room, but there was nothing to see. Or nothing that you could see. You walked around the final corner where you saw a man lying on the ground, half under what looked like some kind of crusher.

“Sir?”

You took an apprehensive step forward, lowering the Halligan. As you did, you felt the smooth metal of a blade being pressed above your collar.

“Drop the bar.”

You did as you were told, letting the metal clang to the ground and offering the suspect your hands. The man who was on the ground got up, simply sliding out from where he was.

Just my luck.

The man lowered the blade and grabbed our hands, pushing you forward towards a door back to the main warehouse room.

“...stead… do you… rep…”

You were dragged from the first floor to the basement, zip tied at the wrists and forced to your knees. A man with a rifle stood at the doorway, wearing the same black military tac the men t your apartment were wearing.

‘Is this about the drug den?” You demanded, “Because I told your buddies when they destroyed my apartment, I don’t know where the police put your stuff.”

One of the men walked up, your mind immediately started to go over the features you could see from how covered he was.

6’2”, brown eyes, white.

“I don’t believe you, Lady firefighter.”

Texan accent. Texan Accent?

“Why would I lie to you?” You snarled, “I really don’t feel like dying in the dirt and I’m clearly not a cop.”

You could hear the smile in his voice, “I don’t care about the product anymore, love.”

“Then what?”

“You got four of my best men locked up.”

“Clearly they aren’t the best if they got themselves locked-”

His fist slammed hard into the side of your face, sending your head snapping to the side. You could taste the copper in your mouth from the blood. You licked your lips, feeling the split that started bleeding.

“Halstead… …are you…”

Texas reached for your radio, he fiddled with the buttons as if trying to inspect its functions.

You pointed to the button on the side, “You hold that button to turn it off,” You told him, smiling pleasantly knowing it would irk him.

“...firefighter Hal… …respond… …you copy…”

Kidd was sounding more and more frantic in the broken bits you could hear.

Texas was clearly getting fed up with the interruption, he held down the button on the side. The radio crackled signifying it was relaying to the team.

“You know, they will call the cops if I don’t respond,” You said, trying to act casual.

“Let them,” Texas hissed, “You’ll be dead before they get inside.”

He let go of the button, frowning at it and waiting to see if there were any more responses.

“...Repeat that…”

“...CPD… the way…”

“You fucking bitch.”

You smiled, teeth stained red from the blood on your lips, “You really should know how to use a radio, jackass.”

Violet came running around the corner up the Kidd and Severide as they stood trying to figure out where the caller is.

“We found the entrance,” She told them, “We heard someone, Y/N went in”

“Alone?” Kidd demanded.

Violet nodded, gesturing to Sylvie, “Brett had to get the gurney, our radios aren’t working.”

Severiade gestured for Violet to lead the way to the door as Kidd rounded up the rest of the company.

When they all got to the door, they realized it was locked tight.

Severiade tried opening it, pulling it to no avail.

“We could force it open?” Stella asked.

Kelly frowned, gesturing to the door, “It’s an old-style security door, the hinges are on the inside.”

Kidd turned to him, “Something doesn’t seem right.”

“I agree,” Kelly responded, looking up the building for signs of other ways to get in.

“Can squad get the door open?”

“Yeah,” Kelly replied, “But it’ll take some time.”

As kelly started barking orders to the gathered firefighters, Kidd stepped back at tried the radio.

“Halstead,” She spoke into the radio, “Do you Copy? Report.”

There was no response.

“Our radios weren’t working at all before,” Violet offered, “Maybe there's some kind of interference from inside?”

The group watched as Cruz and Severiade made slow work cutting through part of the door, trying to find a way to break into the door. They had to keep replacing the blades to the saw that broke, making the job tedious.

“Halstead, are you okay?” Kidd tried again

She sighed, “Gallo, Carver, did you find any other entrance?”

Carver shook his head, “Only an old garage door, but it’s bolted up from what we could see.”

Kidd sighed, knowing the best chance would be to get you on the radio somehow.

“Firefighter Halstead, respond. Do you Copy!”

There was a crackle in everyone's radio.

“...know… …call the cops…”

Everyone grimaced at the sharp scratch the radios made.

“... dead before…”

“That wasn’t Y/N,” Mouch noted, it was definitely a male voice who spoke the second time.

“Y/N, can you repeat that?”

Silence.

“Dispatch, this is truck 51 requesting immediate police backup. We have a possible hostage situation here.”

“Copy that, Truck 51. Patrol is on route.”

“Halstead? CPD is on the way, what’s going on?”

Adam took the stairs two at a time, bounding into the Bullpen and telling them all to be quiet. He turned the volume up on his radio.

“...Units on the city-wide, any available units to 1399 S Canal St, Truck 51 reported a possible hostage situation with a firefighter.”

Jay stood up from his desk, grabbed his phone and called you. The phone rang and rang but you didn’t pick up. He frowned, searching through his contacts until he found Stella Kidd's name. He only had her name for emergencies and this was definitely one.

“Jay?” Kidd answered.

“Stella, what’s going on, we heard dispatch call for cars to your location.”

“Listen,” She responded, “Y/N went into a warehouse and the door locked behind them, we can’t reach them on the radio. We got a broken bit of a conversation, she said ‘call the cops’ and a man responded ‘dead before’.”

Voight immediately ordered the group to tac up and head to the location, knowing how important this was to them all.

When they all arrived, they joined the firehouse at the side door. By now, Squad had almost got the doors open, they only had to pry them open with the jaws before it would all be a go.

Voight ordered everyone but Severiade and Cruz back to the trucks, but the firefighters all stubbornly refused.

“We’ll stay out of the way but we gotta be close, what if they need us?” Kidd had argued.

Voight didn’t have time to argue, letting them stand far enough from the door that they wouldn't be in the line of fire if there was an offender at the door.

“Ready?” Severiade asked the gathered officers. “On three. One, two, three.”

He and Joe pulled the door open, getting out of the way for the 7 police officers to rush inside.

The team quickly and quietly cleared every room, making it around the basement until they found the stairs to the basement. Voight gave them the clear to make their way down the stairs, letting Kevin and Torres lead the way. At the bottom of the stairs there looked like there was nothing. The room was pitch black, the only light from the teams flashlights.

Kim sweaped her flashlight across the room, "Hey, Adam?"

Adam joined her side, "What is it?"

Kim pointed to a door, a large metal vault door similar to the one outside. It was cracked open slightly, sending a slight draft around the room.

Adam nodded, gesturing for Kim to lead the way to the door. Adam opened it and Kim lead the way into the next room. The room was less a room and more the landing to fire escape.

Kim called out to the rest of the team, they all gathered on the landing, coming to the same conclusion, the suspects had left the building and now they were playing catch up.

All you could think about was all of the times Jay told you about these kinds of cases, about how he and Atwater found Kim through Kim's persistent efforts. How most of the time victims had to fight to be found. He mentioned once how he responded to a call as a patrol officer, to find a women had jumped out of a moving car to avoid being kidnapped. At the time it was his way to teach you to be careful, but you were freshly 21 and laughed him off.

You really should have payed more attention.

It hadn't been long, definitely less than an hour since Texas had forced you out of a fire escape and into the back of a car. You'd given about as much trouble as you could, kicking him in shin when he'd shoved you into the care. You knew it had to hurt with your uniform boots, but he didn't seem too happy about it.

You had passed at least two blocks and tried to count, but the warehouses made it hard to focus. The driver turned down a street and then into a car junkyard. You would have laughed at the irony had it not meant upsetting Mr texas more.

When he and the driver got out of the car, they stepped away to talk to a new person you didn't recognize. She was at least dressed like a normal person if more fancy than you would have thought necessary for a junkyard.

As a last-ditch effort you tried the radio, "Lieutenant, do you copy?"

There was no reply. You were on your own.

The door was thrown open and you were dragged out of the car. As if they finally remembered they were kidnapping a firefighter, they roughly grabbed your SCBA and threw it to the side, ditching the equipment somewhere near a line of crushed cars. Texas and the driver grabbed you by the arms and pulled you along the gravel until you were towards the back of the yard. You kicked and screamed, trying to break the ties on your wrists or bring any kind of attention.

They threw you on the ground, Texas brandished his revolver and pointed it at you. All you wanted to do was scream and plead, but there was no time. The gun went off and you hit the ground.

The first thing you recognized was the PASS alarm. It was far enough away that it was slightly muffled, but you could hear it clearly through the yard. You hoped that maybe someone would hear it over the traffic noises going on around you. Any sense of fight had left, it was clear this wasn't a kidnapping it was an execution. Now all you could do was lay hopelessly in the dirt.

"Dr Acher, Dr Asher, we got incoming!"

"Brett, talk to me!" Hannah called as she joined gourney rolling through the doors.

"Y/N Halstead," Brett started to rattle off, "GCS 9, perforating head wound. CPD found her in a car yard, no idea how long she was there."

Will had to hold Jay back from barrelling straight into the room, trying to persuade him that it would be okay without fully believing it himself.

"Page Neuro," Dr Archer ordered, "Let's get a CT and push fluids."

Hannah's face was hovering over you, you could feel a sharp pain in your chest as she performed a sternum rub.

"Y/N?" She pressed, "How are you feeling?"

You groaned, trying to swat her hand away but being held back by the nurses. Everything was moving so fast, it felt like your head had been hit by a sledgehammer. Any sense of time or spacial awareness was gone. It was like an out-of-body experience, but not the fun kind.

When you were next aware of your surroundings, your hand felt clammy. You forced your eyes open and grimaced at the brightness. You pulled your hands towards your face, trying to block the light.

"No, hey, don't," Jay protested, grabbing your hands and pulling them away from the bandages on your head.

You frowned at him, unable to muster up any more energy to fight him. You were half asleep, the feeling of not knowing if your dreaming or not. Jay was at your side, holding your hand. You wanted to tease him about how clammy his hands felt, but talking was too much energy. Hailey was beside Jay, she smiled brightly at you and pulled a blanket higher around your body.

After a while Will came into the room carrying coffee cups, he grinned when he saw you half awake. He gently pulled you into a hug, helping you prop yourself up on the bed.

"I don't get a coffee?" You croaked, attempting a chuckle that ended in coughing.

Will helped you sit up, holding your arm as you coughed like a child.

He and Jay helped you lay back down, Will fussed over the monitors and jay pulled the blanket back up again. You lazily pushed his hands away mumbling about being fine and he was smothering you. Jay ignored you and continued fussing.

You spent 3 weeks in the hospital, Dr Abrams had kept telling you about how lucky you were to be alive - let alone spend such a short time in the ICU. During that time, Will and Jay were almost always around. If they weren't, it would be someone from 51 or all of them.

You had woken up one day to the entire lot of them crammed into the room, somehow managing not to wake you with their rowdiness. They had all teased you about the situation,

"Only you would get yourself in that situation, Halstead," Violet joked, playfully poking your arm.

You had shrugged and proclaimed you wanted the paid time off.

When you were released, Dr Abrams had schooled Will on everything to look out for, warning the both of you to be on high alert. You were expecting it, but still the scolding only made Will more protective.

He always doctored you and Jay, but now it felt like he was less your brother and more a live-in doctor. Staying with him meant you didn't have to worry about your own apartment - which you had essentially been evicted of. And gave both Will and Jay peace of mind. It also meant that Jay could come around whenever he wanted because he had a key.

Will had found you both on the couch one day after his shift. Jay was watching some rerun of a hockey game and you had your legs thrown over his lap, completely passed out covered in blankets.

Even after you had gotten much better, Will insisted that you stayed with him. Jay had teased the two of you were lonely and had gotten used to each other's company and neither of you could argue because he was right. You had been cleared by Abrams to do light duty and got to play Fire Cop alongside Lieutenant Seager. Joe hadn't stopped giving you shit about it. Every time you came to Molly's he'd declared, "The fire cops here!" and envelope you in a massive hug.

After almost 8 months of doing nothing and working a desk job, you finally managed to beg Boden and Abrams to sign off on letting you back on Truck. The company had been functioning without you for so long that you worried they might eventually have to replace you. It took more convincing Jay to let you go back to work than Will. Will knew you were stronger than ever - having come with you to most of your appointments. Jay however, was worried about you getting hurt again.

You had rolled your eyes and said, "what like you do?"

Hailey had to hold in her laughter at the stare off the two of you had.

You'd sworn your brothers and Boden to secrecy, knowing they would accidentally tell the house if you didn't tell them to keep their mouths shut. You'd even gone so far as to bum a ride off Will, not wanting to let them know you were there.

You'd walked into the briefing room when Boden was declaring there was a new addition to Truck. You hadn't known he had set you up for an entrance - which made it all the more amusing for you when you walked into the briefing room and they all but exploded with excitement. Violet and Brett were the closest to you, they both jumped out of their chairs and pulled you into a hug. When you pulled away, Gallo and Ritter were pulling you into their own hugs.

When the hugs and welcomes were done, you felt like you were finally home. Things were back to normal, sure they were different than before, but maybe even better.

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Request: Hey hooooo my dear ❤️ I love your blog sooooo much that I cannot resist to send in a Kelly Severide idea for my bday on Monday 🫣🥰 but of course you can write it whenever you have time !It would be something where you're just moved to Chicago, working at 51 and everyone immediately loves you, especially one grumpy Lieutenant. So after some weeks adjusting to everything and even getting closer with Kelly, which everyone notices and sees how happy you make each other, you finally agree on a date with him. Which turns out absolutely great and you're about to kiss as some random chick disturbs you both (she's been a one time thing with him at some point but not something serious) and you leave him standing there, being hurt and sad. The next days you barely talk with him and don't get him any chance to explain, so the rest of 51 tries talking in your mind that he's never been that serious about a girl until you showed up and stuff. Sooooo on a free day you show up at his apartment, wanting to talk with him, but as he opens the door you notice he just came out of the shower and you cannot get your thoughts together, so you kiss him, which he gladly returns and the situation gets into his bedroom, getting away all doubts of you🔥😉

Pairings: Kelly Severide x Paramedic!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut

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A/N: Happy Belated Birthday to the anon who sent this in! I hope you enjoy it!

A/N 2: @talesofreading and @imagine-all-the-fandoms here is some Kelly Severide for ya!

When you moved to Firehouse 51 in Chicago from your old house back in Colorado, who wasn’t the best towards women, you thought this was going to be the same way. Boy, were you wrong. When you walked in you saw several women and the house and when they saw you, they immediately welcomed you and made it feel like home. Sylvie Brett, Stella Kidd, and Gabriela Dawson became your immediate friends and you couldn’t ask for anyone better to hang out with. When you were introduced to the rest of everyone, they were quick to make you feel welcomed and that made you smile. There was one person that caught your eye and you could tell that you had caught his eye as well. Once everyone cleared out and it was just you and him in the room, he approached you. “Hi I’m Kelly Severide. I work on Squad 3.” He said and smiled a dazzling smile that had you swooning and you smiled back at him.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m gonna be working on Ambulance 61 with Sylvie and Gabriela.” You said and he smiled and nodded.

“You’ll be with the best. So, what made you move here?” He asked and you could tell he was actually curious and not looking for small talk.

“My firehouse back in Colorado wasn’t the best towards women and my ex-boyfriend cheated on me and he worked in the same house. I was the laughing stalk and needed a new start.” You said and he looked like he was actually pissed that happened to you.

“That is no way to treat someone as beautiful as you.” He said and you actually blushed and you were going to say something else but the bells rang for Ambulance 61 and he looked at you. “Well, it looks like it is your time to shine.” He said and you nodded as Sylvie came and motioned you to come and you did as you were walking towards the ambulance and got in the back, she turned to you.

“You and Kelly, huh?” She said with a smirk and you just bowed your head and smiled while blushing.

“Ohhhh, what is this about?” Gabriela asked and Sylvie turned to her.

“When I went to get her, she and Kelly were talking up a storm and he was smiling like actually smiling.” She said

“Are you saying that Kelly and Y/N have a crush on each other already?” She asked and you just blushed furiously because yes it was true.

“Exactly what I’m saying.” She said

“Stop it guys.” You said but you were smiling and they laughed.

“In all seriousness, this is the first time I actually saw him smile an actual smile.” Sylvie said

“Really?” You asked and she nodded and turned back to look at you.

“Yes, he doesn’t smile a lot and he has been a grouch for a while.” She said but you didn’t get to ask any more questions because you had arrived at the scene. You three worked perfectly together but you couldn’t stop thinking about Kelly and he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

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4 weeks had gone by and you were loving your new house and they were loving you. You fit in well with the group. We were close with all them but you were very close to none other than Kelly Severide. You won’t admit it but you had a crush on the handsome Squad 3 member whenever you were in the room together. Both of you could not stop smiling and making heart eyes with each other.

Not many calls were coming in so you took this time to tidy things up and get to know more of your coworkers. You had just come back from using the restroom when you heard Casey's voice and stopped where you couldn’t be seen, especially when you heard your name. “Ever since Y/N came, Kelly has been a lot nicer.” He said

“Oh absolutely, he is smiling a lot more and it's creepy but it’s nice.” Stella said and everyone agreed this made you smile to yourself. You had noticed that his mood had changed and to be honest it was nice to have a male being so nice and making you feel noticed. It had gone quiet so you had walked away with a smile on your face. You walked where the trucks were and found Kelly sitting there and that just made you smile even more. You walked over to him and sat down and he looked up and smiled.

“What are you smiling about?” He asked with a smile.

“Oh, nothing really. I just love this house and it’s nowhere near my last one and I’m so grateful for that.” You said and he leaned up further.

“We absolutely love having you here. I know I do most of all. Speaking of knowing you. I have to admit that I do have a crush on you.” He said and that made you blush.

“I do too.” You said shyly.

“Well, if we feel the same way then maybe go out on a date with me. I know you have turned me down in the past.” He said, this hasn’t been the first time that he had asked and each time you had politely turned him down and he understood and didn’t push but that didn’t stop him from asking a few weeks later. You looked at him thinking, this is the first time that you both had admitted that you had crushes on each other.

“Ok, fine. I’ll go on a date with you.” You said and the biggest smile appeared on his face.

“Really?” He asked and you nodded.

“Really.” You said

“What kind of food do you like?” He asked

“I really love Thai food.” You said and he smiled and nodded.

“I know this really good Thai place. I’ll pick you up at 7 tomorrow night.” He said and you nodded.

“Sounds like a date.” You said

“Indeed, it does.” He said and then the bells went off. You all were heading out onto the call.

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The day of the date started the few days you had off and you were somewhat looking forward to it but not really, you had really just wanted to be with your crew because being alone in a house by yourself sucked. You had spent all day getting ready for your date that you had even called Stella, Sylvie, and Gabriela over to help. When they asked why and you told them they practically squealed and dragged you to your room and started going through your closet. After finally settling on a pair of jeans that hugged your legs and accented what they needed and a nice red shirt that once again accented everything it needed to, you were ready. While you waited, they did your hair and makeup and then you all gossiped. It was mostly about Kelly but you didn't mind not in the least bit. They left around 6:30 PM and now you just had to wait.

7 PM rolled around and Kelly was knocking on your door. During the weeks everyone had exchanged phone numbers with you and some of them, mostly the 3 females that had become your friends, knew you address one being Kelly. You walked to your door and opened to find him on the other side holding some flowers and that made you smile. “These are for you.” He said and handed you the flowers which you gladly took.

“Thank you. Peonies are my favorite.” You said taking them and bringing them up to your nose to smell them. “Come inside while I put these away.” You said and stepped aside and he did just that.

“So, our reservation is at 7:30 PM.” He said “It doesn't take that long to get there.” He added and you nodded as you finished putting the flowers in a vase. When it was close to 7:30 PM you both started to head that way. It turns out it was a walking distance but he insisted on driving and you let him. He found a place to park and then he was shutting off the engine and walking over to your side of the car and opening the door for you and that made you smile.

“Thank you.” You said and he smiled.

“You’re very much welcome.” He said and when you were plenty enough away from the door, he shut it and locked it. You walked in and straight to the desk “Reservation for two under Severide.” He said and the hostess nodded and smiled.

“Right this way.” They said and you followed them. You both were led outside to a semi-private area and Kelly pulled out the chair for you. The date was going well and you two got to know a lot about each other. When the date was over, he paid for it and then you both left. As you were walking to his car that was parked a few feet away, the both of you stopped at a little park that was close by with a fountain.

“I really had a nice time with you.” You said looking up at him and he smiled.

“I did too. Do you wish you would’ve gone out with me sooner?” He asked and you chuckled.

“I think I was right to turn you down those three other times. It just helped make this night even more perfect.” You said and he chuckled.

“I get it. I’m just glad you said yes, this time.” He said and then turned to you and the both of you stood there staring at each other and you both slowly leaned in. Your lips were almost touching when a female voice sounded.

“Kelly? Kelly Severide?” The voice said and that made you both look up and over at the voice.

“Alexa.” He said and your stomach dropped. Everyone told you about his flings and relationships that didn’t work out. You expected to meet them sooner or later but not now.

“Why haven’t you texted me back? I wanna hook up again.” Alexa said and that made you feel even worse.

“I told you we were done.” He said and he shook his head and looked over at you.

“Baby, I promise we are done.” He said and you just shook your head. Alexa put her hands on his biceps and got all up and close.

“It’s only been a week. A week too long. Ditch this tramp and come back to my place with me.” She said trying her hardest to work. Kelly didn’t say anything.

“I can’t believe I actually fell for this. I should’ve known better. You’re just as bad as my ex, you were hooking up with her when you were talking and trying to go out with me. You know what? I’m so done. Never talk to me again, Severide.” You said and he cringed and started to panic. You only called him Severide while at work all the other times it had been Kelly. You pushed past them and started to walk away. You heard some talking and the fact he wasn’t running after you right now broke your heart and tears fell. “I was so stupid.” You told yourself you were almost home when you heard your name.

“Y/N, please stop.” Kelly said and you did but didn’t turn around. “I haven’t talked to that girl in months and when you came into the house all communication stopped. You have to believe me. She was lying.” He said and you shook your head and turned around and when he saw the tear tracks running down it broke him.

“I can’t. I’m sorry. How do I know she’s not lying?” You asked and he hesitated and you let out a watery chuckle. “Do me a favor and lose my number. The only time I will speak to you is at work but that’s it.” You said and walked the rest of the way to your home leaving him standing there. You shut the door and slid down it and sat there and sobbed.

Kelly was distraught. Since you had come into the house, he hadn’t hooked up with anyone, he wanted you and only you. You made his days better and his drinking had cut down tremendously. He just hoped that he could talk to you and let you know that but right now you weren’t listening to him. He immediately pulled out his phone and sent a couple of text messages to you and called you but the messages went unanswered and the calls went straight to voicemail.

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When it came time for you to go back to work you were dreading it. You didn’t want to see him at all. You told him all about your ex and how awful men were to you. When you had arrived at the station the only spot available was by Kelly’s car and you sighed but parked next to it. You killed the engine and got out and walked into the nearly silent station. You walked into the locker room and got changed and then you were heading to find everyone else. As you were searching for anyone, Kelly rounded the corner and you stopped and so he did. He looked like hell. He had bags under his eyes and his eyes weren’t as bright. “Y/N.” He said your name with a breathless whisper but you just shook your head and walked away.

Each time he tried to talk to you, you would just back away or make up an excuse that you had something to do and leave. You felt bad for doing so but he did break your heart and most importantly your trust. You still love him but you had built walls up and they weren’t going to come down anytime soon. You had to put up with him for 3 days while you worked and it was gonna be difficult but you were going to pull through no matter what.

Over the next few days, you avoided him like the plague and each time he tried to corner you and tried to explain the bell had rung each time saving you. You honestly didn’t know if you were going to give him another chance or not. Everyone had settled into the kitchen while Squad 3 was out on a call. While you were there, they got to talking about anything but the subject of Kelly had come up. “Gosh Kelly has become so irritable in the last few days. He’s even more grumpier and pretty much has gone back to his old ways.” Stella said and then she turned to you. “How was the date?” She asked.

“It was great and he was a gentleman. Afterwards we went to a little park near my house and as we were talking some girl came up named Alexa. She said that they hadn’t hooked up in weeks. She started touching him and he didn’t even try to stop her. He knew my history with men and how I was cheated on.” You said and everyone was quiet.

“You know he has certainly changed since you came here. He started to become happy and friendly. His attitude has changed drastically.” Sylvie said and everyone nodded in agreement.

“You’ve changed him for the better.” Gabriela said and you just sat there quietly taking it all in.

“This Alexa girl he hasn’t talked to in months, almost close to a year.” Casey said and you looked up surprised.

“So, he was telling the truth?” You asked and they all nodded and now you felt bad for not giving him the time of day to actually explain.

“He was. He is so in love with you that it is almost sickening.” Herrmann said, you thought about it and then the bells were ringing and Ambulance 61 and Truck 81 was being called out. As you were walking to the ambulance, the Squad 3 truck was pulling into the station. As Kelly got out you both made eye contact with each other but you had gotten in and shut the doors and you were off.

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When you got off shift you had debated on going straight home but you needed to see Kelly. You walked out to your car and noticed that he was already gone and you sighed. You got into your car and started the engine and headed over to his apartment. You knew where it was because you had been over there several times just to hang out and that was the first time you had admitted to yourself that you were absolutely in love with him.

You pulled into a space and parked and killed the engine. You started your way into the building and walked to the elevator and pressed the button and it immediately opened. You got in and then pressed the button for his floor. You waited anxiously for it to arrive at his floor and when it did you knew there was no going back. You got off and walked to his door and knocked. There was no answer. You debated on going back home or not but didn’t get a chance to turn around because the door was opening and it was revealing Kelly with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair was wet. “Y/N?” He asked and you couldn’t think of anything to say as you looked him up and down.

After a few minutes you finally had enough and no words were coming to you so you just smashed your lips onto his and he returned it. He was so surprised that it had pushed him back but he had grabbed your waist and pulled you inside and shut the door. He pushed you up against the door and the heavy make out session continued. You finally pulled apart when air was needed and you could feel his erection from underneath the towel. “I’m sorry. I believe you and should’ve let you explain.” You said and he shook his head.

“That doesn’t matter right now. Jump.” He said and you did so and then he was back to kissing you, hard. He walked his way to his bedroom and gently laid you down. You broke the kiss and pulled the towel off and your mouth watered at the sight, he was huge and you loved it. “You like what you see?” He asked and you nodded.

“Very much so, but I’m wearing too many clothes.” You said and he chuckled and then started to slowly undress you while caressing every part of your body and kissing it. Soon you were completely naked and showing all of you to him.

“You’re absolutely beautiful.” He said and you blushed. He laid down on the bed and gently spread your legs and dove in. When his mouth met your hot core, you moaned and grabbed onto his head and pushed him more into you.

“Kelly.” You moaned out and he smirked, he circled your clit and then he pushed a finger into and you were throwing your head back. He thrusted into you and then added a second finger “Oh my gosh.” You moaned out that the rubber band feeling was starting to get tight and you were close. “I want to come on your cock.” You moaned out and he nodded and licked one more broad stripe up you before he was lifting his head and pulling out his fingers. He crawled up to you and kissed you, you tasted yourself on him.

“You ready, Baby?” He asked while pumping himself twice and you nodded.

“I need you inside me.” You said and he nodded and positioned himself at your entrance and he pushed in. You both moaned together as he did so.

“You’re so tight.” He said and when he bottomed out you felt so full and he stretched you in all the right places. He stayed still for a minute letting you adjust.

“Move.” You moaned out and he nodded and started to gently thrust into you. Your hands went to his back and your fingers dug into his shoulder blades.

“You’re perfect.” He said and started to thrust faster making you moan louder.

“Right there.” You said as he hit your g-spot. “Oh my gosh, I love you.” You moaned out and that just made him go faster.

“I love you too, Baby. You’re the only one for me.” He said and dipped his head down into your neck and sucked on it. He gently bit it and that you were clenching around him.

“I’m close.” He said and you moaned out.

“Me too. I want you to cum in me.” You moaned out and that just seemed to make him go faster.

Kelly’s thrust was becoming sloppy and you knew he was close. Your fingernails bit into him making him hiss. He reached a hand down to your clit and started to rub vigorously which helped you get closer. “Cum with me.” He moaned out and then he was bending down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking on it. When he gently bit it is when you came and you clenched around him which made him cum. You both came while calling out each other’s names. You both were coming down from your highs when he pulled slowly out of you and laid next to you. You both panted out of breath but a smile was on both of your faces. “I wasn’t lying when I said you’re the only one for me.” He said and you turned to look at him.

“I know. Everyone talked to me. I’m sorry for not letting you explain.” You said and he smiled at you.

“It’s ok. I’m just glad we’re here with each other now.” He said and you nodded “I love you.” He said and you smiled.

“I love you too.” You replied

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked and you sat up leaning on an elbow.

“Yes. I would love to.” You said and he smiled and he leaned over and kissed you. You were his and he was yours and that is all that mattered. Nothing was going to change that not now or ever.

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