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A Bump in the Night

A/N: This took longer than I’d like to admit but I’m proud of myself for actually finishing it. Some Jay Halstead x Reader for y’all to (hopefully) enjoy.

Without warning your eyes open and you’re awake. Something woke you up, but you don’t know what. Maybe it’s just Jay getting home late, you think. You look to the other side of the bed and see Jay’s back, he’s on his side, sleeping soundly. Sleeping hard, if the snoring and the beer bottles sitting on his night stand are any indication.

You settle back into bed and roll over to spoon Jay, then a tinkling of glass comes from outside your bedroom. It almost sounds like it came from downstairs.

You whip your head towards the door and softly slide your hand over to Jay’s body, preparing to wake him up. But you don’t hear the noise again and now you think you were just imagining things.

Then it happens again but this time it’s louder and it’s not tinkling, it sounds like someone’s rummaging through stuff. This time the noise doesn’t stop and you know it’s time to wake up Jay.

“Jay, Jay. Wake up,” You whisper to his sleeping form and lightly shake his shoulder.

Jay groans and stops snoring, “Sorry,” he grumbles, thinking you were shaking him awake to stop his snoring, like always.

After a moment, his snoring resumes as he falls back into sleep. Seemingly not hearing the noises happening somewhere in your home. Maybe it was just your imagination, Jay was a detective, an ex ranger for crying out loud, you think he’d wake up if someone was actually ransacking your home.

So instead of continuing to attempt to wake him, you slide out of bed, pushing back the sheets to investigate the sounds yourself.

You walk to the door and open it carefully, avoiding making it creak. Slipping out of the doorway, you hear the sounds of rummaging become louder with the added sound of low, urgent voices. Now there’s no doubt someone’s broken into yours and Jay’s home.

Fear makes its way through your spine and you stop just beyond the doorway, wondering if you should go back and wake Jay up. But deadly curiosity and denial pushes you forward.

Maybe it was one of his work friends, you tell yourself, it wasn’t unusual for any of them to crash at your home if they partied too hard and couldn’t make it back to their own.

Keeping your back to the wall, you walk slowly down the hallway, getting closer and closer to the voices from downstairs.

Finally at the stairs that lead down to your main level, you put your hand on the railing and lean over it, trying to see where, or more likely who is in your house right now.

You don’t see anyone through the darkness of the living room and you can’t lean over the railing far enough to see into the kitchen. Staying back at the top of the stairs, you hear the voices head back deeper into the house, away from the stairs.

Feeling more confident now that they’re getting further away from you, you step down the stairs, one at a time, keeping your hand on the railing. At the landing, you can see into the living room better, the furniture is moved around and all of your belongings have been scattered. Now would definitely be the time to go wake up Jay. Or call 911. Or go wake up Jay so he can call 911.

The gravity of the situation is settling into you. There are people in your home, there are criminals in your home. And you’re downstairs with them, without a solid door between you this time.

This realization lights a fire under you and you turn to go back up the stairs, just as one of the intruders, wearing a green coat, rounds the corner towards you. Even in the dim moonlight, he’s able to spot you and shouts, “Hey!”

He bounds over to the staircase and you start running up the stairs as fast as you can.

Don’t look back, don’t look back, don’t look back! You chant these words in your head, hoping staying focused on running will keep you from slowing down. It doesn’t even cross your mind to call for help yet.

The upstairs landing feels miles away, each step getting you only a little closer than the last and now you can hear pounding steps behind you, slamming against every stair after you.

Before you can reach that final step, a strong hand grips onto your ankle and pulls your leg out from underneath you, dragging you back down the way you just came.

The intruder twists your leg around and your body follows, causing you to fall on the stairs straight on your hip. Nothing but a sharp exhale escapes you as the wind is knocked out of you from striking the stairs so hard.

“Get down here, you stupid bitch,” The intruder grunts, pulling you down the rest of the way.

Your head catches on the lip of one of the stairs, knocking you out of your senses. Dizzy and stunned, you’re only able to lazily throw your hands over your head and try to grapple for something to hold onto. You can’t grasp anything and end up being dragged all the way down to the bottom of the stairs. The intruder drops your leg harshly, it bounces off the hardwood floor.

“Now what do we have here?” A different voice asks from above you.

You roll your head back to look for where the voice is coming from and see a black pair of shoes settle next to your head.

“Found her snooping around, she tried to run but I stopped her,” The one who pulled you down says.

It’s not snooping if it's my fucking house! You wanted to scream.

“Well, isn’t that lovely. Able to find anything?” Black shoes asks.

“Nothing of value. Except for her,” Green coat responds, nudging your shoulder with his foot. Your body jostles from the light kick and you can feel blood running down your forehead from striking the stairs. Your body is buzzing with adrenaline and fear, you stay laying down because you won’t be fighting anyone with this head injury. You have a strong suspicion that you have a concussion.

“Well, up and at ‘em then,” Black shoes picks you up by your shoulders, dragging you across the hardwood floor that you once loved in your home, now feels cold and foreign against your skin.

You’re helpless against the intruders, now assaulters, and all you can think about is Jay sleeping up in bed. Who’s to say if he’s even heard any of the tussle, from you not being able to shout out for help at all, still trying to catch your breath.

They take you to your living room, after Black shoes’ nod, Green coat picks you up and drops you face down on the couch like a doll.

“Go get a towel,” Black shoes orders.

Green coat walks out of the room, towards the kitchen. Anger and fear burn in your stomach, it’s not right that these strangers know their way around your home, and you’re scared they’ll keep searching upstairs and find Jay, helpless and asleep.

The sound of leather sliding against denim plays against the air. It’s a sound you’re familiar with, having heard Jay take his belt off countless times.

But you don’t feel the thrill and excitement you usually feel when Jay is removing his own. You turn your head around to get a look at what Black shoes is doing but he shoves your face back into the couch.

His knee presses into your lower back, holding you down on the couch.

“Hey-!” You yelp, your first and last attempt at a muffled cry for help as your arms are pulled behind your back and tied together tightly. A strong hand keeps your face pushed into the cushions of the couch. Barely able to breath, your eyes begin watering from the lack of air. You shake your head from side to side, trying to find a crevice of breath.

“Perfect, stuff it,” Black shoes orders from behind you.

He grabs your hair on the back of your head, ripping your head back.

Your mouth drops open and you inhale sharply, practically gasping, “Ah!”

Green coat immediately shoves a cloth into your mouth. Effectively gagging you and taking away your breath once again.

You’re convinced they’re going to suffocate you to death.

Death, I’m gonna die, I’ll be dead soon, are the only panicked thoughts reverberating off the walls of your brain.

You don’t know what they’re gonna do to you, but now you know he doesn’t want anyone to hear you scream. The only person that would’ve been able to hear you would be Jay, and he’s sleeping. Upstairs, sleeping, in an entirely different world.

The reality of dying was taken over by a different thought.

Jay.

What’s he going to do when he wakes up and you aren’t in bed? When he comes down the stairs and sees you dead on the couch? Or wherever they’re going to leave your body if they even leave you at home. You can’t imagine how it would feel to find him in this position and you don’t want him to see you like this either, tied up, gagged, and dead.

You wish you had woken him up, if only to save him from having to find you.

The weight of Black shoes’ knee is lifted off of your back and you feel weightless. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think the two of them have evaporated out of existence from the silence behind you. Until you’re flipped back over.

The two intruders are standing over the couch, looking you up and down, over and over. All of a sudden, you’re aware of your bare legs, and the oversized shirt that's bunched up around your waist.

“Go wait outside,” Black shoes says.

“But I’m the one who-” Green coat protests.

“Outside.”

“Whatever, man, but I get the next one,” Green coat says.

As he leaves out the front door, Green coat wastes no time and pounces on you. He pushes your head back into the cushions again, forcing his face into your neck and inhaling deeply. You squirm and rip your head away from him.

“Mm!” You yelp when he bites down hard on your neck, in retaliation. Your screaming protest is muffled by the towel in your mouth.

The man’s weight presses down on you, keeping you in place and unable to get out from underneath him and you can’t breathe. The only thing you can feel is gravity crushing your chest and his biting teeth on your skin.

There’s nothing you can do, you’re trapped.

Jay. Think of Jay. You force the image of his green eyes into your brain and his smiling face.

Beautiful first moments from your life with him play on a reel in your mind. When you met him for the first time, when you went out on your first date, your first kiss, him meeting your family, becoming homeowners for the first time.

And now, for however much longer, you’ll know all of the beautiful last moments you had with him.

“So, what’s a young, beautiful woman like you doing all alone in a big house like this?” Black shoes asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“She’s not.”

The body on top of you freezes at the new voice. Relief floods your veins at Jay’s voice, you can’t see him yet, but you can hear him.

Click.

“Get off of her or I’m going to blow your brains out,” Jay growls.

Black shoes pulls his face out of your neck slowly, very aware of the gun aimed at the back of his skull. The movement allows you to see Jay in front of the couch, in all of his terrifying glory. You had always thought Jay had the face of a puppy dog and couldn’t understand how there could be criminals afraid of this man. But now, seeing him like this, you understand.

Jay’s face is fixed into a glare and in his eyes is barely contained rage.

“I said now!” Jay shouts, the man moving too slowly for his taste.

Jay reaches down, grasping Black shoes’ shoulder, and rips his body off of you. Jay steps around him, standing in front of the couch to block you from view. He briefly reaches behind to lay a hand on your leg,

I’m here now, his touch tells you.

Black shoes lands on the hardwood floor with a thud and shakes the room.

“You should probably let me go,” Black shoes says from the floor, ignoring the gun now pointed in his face.

Jay merely stares him down. But the man on the floor keeps talking.

“‘Cause my partner’s outside and if I’m not out in say, oh, two minutes, he’s gonna come in here with his own little toy. That would be two against one, and I don’t think that’s really fair to you.”

The man slowly stands and puts his hands out in front of him.

Almost on cue, screeching sirens and tires pull up outside of your house. With no time to waste, an officer shouts, “Chicago PD!” and the front door to your home bursts open and bounces off of the wall.

Two officers enter through the door and quickly fix their guns on Black shoes “Stand down! On your knees!” they yell.

As soon as backup arrives, Jay turns back to you and kneels on the floor in front of the couch. He pulls the towel out of your mouth and caresses your face. Jay drapes the rest of his body over yours, covering it until the intruder is dragged out of the room.

“It’s okay, I’m here, you’re safe now,” Jay whispers in your ear. His hand softly strokes your hair while you shake with sobs of relief and fear you weren’t able to let out until now.

“What did they do? What hurts? They hit you?” Jay asks, his hands hover over the small wound on your forehead.

“My hands, I can’t-” You ignore his question and move around, trying to bring attention to your tied hands so Jay can undo them.

“Here, I got it,” Jay pulls the belt open and slides it off of your hands, freeing your arms. Jay throws the belt to the ground and pulls your arms out from underneath you.

“No blood, they hurt at all, your wrists?” Jay gently moves your wrists around and rubs the red marks.

“No.” You tell him.

“Detective Halstead, an ambulance is on the way,” one of the officers walks over, informing Jay. She glances over to you before obviously averting her eyes.

You look down at your bare legs and push yourself up from the couch, taking your hands out of Jay’s. You self consciously pull your shirt down over your legs, Jay notices the movement, “Here, one second. Sit tight.”

He makes to move away from you, but your hands shoot out, grabbing onto him of their own volition.

“Okay, okay, I’m not going anywhere. Just gonna grab you a blanket, okay?” Jay cajoles you, gently pushing your arms off of him. You’re too stubborn though, you’d rather sit here, pants-less, than let him out of your sight for even half a second.

“Officer, there’s some blankets over-” Jay gestures behind him to the opposite corner of the room and the officer goes to grab one.

“Of course, Detective,” she says, walking back and handing him the blanket.

"Thank you. Here we go,” Jay throws the blankets around your shoulders, cocooning you.

“The other offender tried to take off as soon as we pulled up, but we were able to apprehend him. They’re both on their way to the district,” The officer tells Jay.

“Good, where’s that ambulance?” Jay asks. He cradles your chin with his hand, tilting your head back and forth, his focus back on the cut.

“Five minutes out.”

***

You feel safer in the hospital with all of the nurses and police officers around, but a wave of guilt has settled somewhere in between the house and the ride to the hospital. Guilty for not waking Jay up sooner, guilty of putting yourself in a situation where you put Jay in danger to help you.

When the officer was taking your statement, you didn’t miss the shocked, maybe even angry, look on Jay’s face when you admitted to investigating the noises in your home without waking him up.

Now, you and Jay were alone, him dressing you out of the hospital gown you were put in and into some comfy clothes while you were waiting for the nurse to process your discharge.

“I’m so happy you’re okay, (Y/N),” Jay whispers while he pulls a sweatshirt over your shoulder.

You scoff, “I don’t know if you would call this ‘okay’.” You chuckle and place your hand on the thick bandage covering the stitched up cut on your forehead.

“It could’ve been worse. Why didn’t you wake me up?” He asks with an edge in his voice. You try to ignore it as you feel his hands scoop your hair away from your neck, pulling it out of the hoodie.

“I don’t know, honestly. I mean I tried-”

“Why didn’t you try harder?”

This time you can’t ignore the anger coming off of Jay in waves. So you turn to face him and tears spring in your eyes. You don’t think you could handle another angry man tonight and you aren’t exactly sure why he’s angry. Usually Jay is the level headed one and only gets upset for you, not because of you.

“Why are you upset with me right now? I didn’t do anything-”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I’m not upset with you,” He puts his hands on your arms, rubbing them up and down. Jay gently pushes you backwards to sit down on the hospital bed and he sits next to you.

“When I woke up and you weren’t beside me anymore, I went to look for you. I heard voices and when I looked over the railing and saw that prick on top of you, I-” Thick emotion causes Jay to cut himself off and shakes his head back and forth.

“I didn’t know what they had done to you already but I had a pretty good idea of what they were going to do...”

Jay’s words take you back to earlier that night and a shiver runs through your body, trying to shake off the feeling of the man who had been on top of you, “I did too,” You respond.

Jay quickly picks up again, “I know, I’m sorry. It’s just, when they were taking your statement and you said I had slept through most of it...I was so angry with myself. You were in trouble, terrified and hurt, and I was sleeping. I mean, you had to have made some type of noise, right? And I wouldn’t wake up, I didn’t help you. I’m the one that’s supposed to protect you, I was supposed to protect you. You should be angry with me, I’m angry with me-” Jay ramble wildly without pausing to take a breath, his cheeks turn red from the lack of air. Jay’s hands gesture forcefully around himself.

Jay had been so preoccupied with your safety that he hadn’t had time to process how he was feeling. And now that you had been given a clean bill of health and were being sent back home for the night, all of his emotions were bursting out the seams.

You reach out and grasp his hands, stopping their movement. Dipping your head to match his eyes, you tell him,

“Jay, nothing that happened tonight was your fault. Yes I was scared and shaken up, I still am, but that’s not your fault. And you did protect me, you stopped that guy from...from,” You turn your eyes away from him while you attempt to say what almost happened. You aren’t trying to search for the words, they’re right in front of you. There’s no secret what would’ve happened if Jay hadn’t have interrupted. But you still don’t have the strength to say it.

Jay lays a warm hand on your back in comfort.

“I mean...Jay, the only thing I could think of was you. Everything we’ve done together...everything we had done for what I thought would be the last time, I-”

You cut yourself off, heaving in a quick breath. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let a few tears escape and take in a shuddering breath.

“The only thing I’m grateful for now is being next to you and after that I don’t want to be out of your sight ever again,” You break down in heavy sobs, not for the first time tonight.

Jay immediately pulls you into his side, tucking your head under his chin. He softly rocks you while you cry. Jay cups the side of your head with his hand, pushing it into his chest as far as he can without suffocating you. You wrap your arms around his body, trying to bury yourself in him, hoping that his imprint will erase the ones that were left on you earlier.

In a watery voice, Jay says, “I don’t want that either.”

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