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request: anon said- hello, you are one of the few who wrote for tim branford. I would like to ask you for a story where the reader is kidnapped by a criminal who has a vendetta against him. angst but happy? Thanks
summary: While you're home alone with your nine month old daughter, your house gets broken into by two people who have a vendetta against Tim, and they end up kidnapping you too
warnings: angst, cussing, kidnapping, established relationship, running away, torture, mention of tim’s gun, blood, house being broken into, tim and the reader are parents, crying, begging, sad!tim, hospital, vulnerability, escaping, the reader getting rescued, hospitalization, anger, slight mention of tim being an army veteran, broken glass, tim blaming himself for what happened, tim comforting the reader, slight mention of tim and the reader’s baby being alone after the reader got kidnapped, the reader having a knife to her throat, gun being pointed towards angela’s direction, slight mention of tim being a police sergeant, genny comforting tim, the reader being held hostage in some sort of shed, house being in disarray when tim arrives home, happy ending. please proceed with caution if you decide to read this. if i missed anything, please let me know!
word count: 8.7k+
a/n: this request has been sitting in my drafts for a few years now, so, i truly apologize for that, anon! hopefully, you will somehow see that i have written your request after all this time! also, thank you to @auroralightsthesky for proof reading this for me <3
It was a nice quiet Friday night in your and Tim’s home. You were lying in bed watching reruns of Chicago Fire while your nine-month-old daughter slept in her crib in her bedroom. It was just the two of you at home since Tim was still working. Most likely, he was finishing up paperwork. Tim has always waited until the last hour of his shift to do paperwork.
While you were rewatching the runs of Chicago Fire, you suddenly heard some sort of noise coming from down the hall. It sounded like it came from Tim’s office. You immediately sat up in bed, and you quickly turned off the TV. Then you quickly looked over to the baby monitor that was on the nightstand on your side of the bed. You checked if the noise woke up Vanessa. Luckily, it didn't. She was still soundly sleeping in her crib. So, then you reached over to where your phone was on the nightstand with the baby monitor and grabbed it. You dialed 9-1-1 on your phone but didn’t press the call button yet. You decided to get out of bed and see what the noise was. You grabbed the bat from under the bed and exited the bedroom. You quietly walked down the hallway to see what the noise was.
When you reached the door of Tim’s office, your heart dropped. The door was open just a bit for you to see the inside of it. You saw a man going through all of his stuff. There were papers everywhere, all over the floor. A few of the filing cabinets were opened with a whole bunch of folders thrown onto his desk, and a few framed pictures that he hung up on the walls were broken. The man didn’t even notice that you were standing there, but you did feel someone come up behind you and put a hand over your mouth.
———
Tim was glad that he was finally home. He couldn’t wait to be in bed with you, and possibly get some snuggles from his daughter if she was still awake. Tim loved being a father. It was one of the best things that happened to him. Tim turned off his truck and got out. He closed his truck door behind him. When he approached the front door, he immediately noticed that the door was open halfway. He knew that wasn’t a good sign at all. He reached for his gun from his holster and entered his home. When he entered his home, he noticed that nothing was really out of the ordinary, except that there were framed pictures of you both, and your daughter too, thrown on the ground with broken glass surrounding them. While he was examining the pictures that were thrown on the floor, Vanessa started crying. Somehow she must have sensed that Tim was home. Tim quickly put his gun back into his holster and sprinted down the hallway to Vanessa’s bedroom.
When Tim entered Vanessa’s bedroom, she was standing up in her crib, holding onto the railing. The sight in front of Tim broke his heart. Tim wasted no time walking up to Vanessa’s crib and picking her up. Tim was swaying her back and forth trying his best to calm her down. While he was doing that, he pulled out his phone and dialed 9-1-1.
“9-1-1. What’s your emergency?” The operator said on the other end of the phone.
“This is Sergeant Bradford with the Mid-Wilshire Police Department. Badge number, three-four-eight- three. I need every patrol car that is in the proximity of 3065 Sunset Avenue. My wife has been kidnapped,” Tim said to the operator on the other end then ended the call. After he did, Tim walked out of his house with Vanessa in his arms. He was still swaying her back and forth to calm her down. It was helping just a little though. Her cries have just turned into her whimpering instead.
Not too long after Tim did walk out of his house. He saw patrol cars from both directions of the street arrive. Tim felt relieved seeing all of the patrol cars showing up. John, Celina, Lucy, Nyla, Angela, Lieutenant Grey, and a few other officers got out of the cars. Some ran into the house to search it, a few went on each side of the house to check for anything, and Angela was the one to walk up to Tim to ask him what happened.
“I was leaving a crime scene a few blocks from here when the call came in, so what the hell happened?” She asked as she approached him.
“Y/N’s missing,” were the only words that came out of Tim’s mouth. After Tim said those words, he started having tears roll down his face. Tim couldn’t gather the fact that someone decided to break into your shared home, take you with them, and then leave your daughter alone in her crib for who knows for long.
The sight in front of Angela broke her heart. It’s rare for Tim to get upset about things, but this situation was completely different since it involved you. Also, Angela knew that the sight in front of her too is gonna stick in her mind for a while. In a way, the case is hitting close to home for everyone. Angela considers you a close friend of hers. “Omg, you’re fucking serious? Do you have any idea who could have possibly taken her?” she asked.
“No,” he shook his head. “I just got home and I was disoriented, and Vanessa started crying in her bedroom,” Tim said.
Angela’s eyes widened, “She was alone? For how long?”
“I don’t know,” Tim stuttered. Tim was starting to beat himself up. He should have been home when this all went down. You would still be here. Your daughter wouldn’t be so scared right now. Also, on top of that, whoever is responsible for your kidnapping would be sitting in the back of the squad car instead of running around free with you.
“We’re gonna find her,” Angela promised Tim as she put her hand on his shoulder in a way to comfort him.
Tim just nodded his head.
“Tim, you need to see this,” Nyla called out from the doorway of the front door. Tim turned around and nodded his head.
“Do you want me to hold her until you’re done with Nyla has to show you?” Angela asked, referring to Vanessa who was in Tim’s arms.
“If you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” Angela gave him a light smile.
Tim handed Vanessa to Angela and headed back into his house to see what Nyla had to show him. Nyla directed him to his home office. When he approached his home office, he noticed that everything was disoriented. He saw case files scattered across his desk and broken picture frames on his desk too. He entered his office and walked up to his desk to get a closer look at everything. When he did, he noticed that the broken pictures were all pictures that he was in. Some of them were pictures from his days in the Army. Some were from when he first joined the LAPD. Some were even pictures of when Vanessa was first born. Tim found it strange that all of the pictures that were broken were pictures that he was in. There were pictures of just you and Vanessa that were on the untouched walls. Tim had a feeling that whoever kidnapped you had something against him. That would explain why all of the pictures that he was in were broken.
“What the fuck?” Tim whispered under his breath.
“Do you have any idea why the person who took Y/N was in your home office? And what could they possibly be looking for?” Nyla questioned Tim. Nyla was hoping that maybe Tim would know, because if he did, then it would make it a lot easier to find you.
“I have no idea,” Tim shook his head. “Everything here is work-related. I don’t have anything valuable here.”
“And, nothing was taken from your house either,” Nyla informed. “So, my best guess is maybe whoever took Y/N had something against you and took her to get some sort of revenge on you. That could explain all of the pictures that you are in are destroyed.”
Nyla had a good point there, because if someone from your past was behind your kidnapping. Most likely they would have broken all of the pictures that you were just in, not the other way around.
“So with that being said,” Nyla started her sentence off with. “Angela and I will head back to the station and investigate deeply about your past. Maybe there's someone from your past who is behind this,” she said. “Also, we will go ahead and check POD footage. Maybe a traffic cam caught something,” Nyla hoped.
“What should I do in the meantime?” Tim asked her.
Nyla sighed, “Well, first things first, your house is a crime scene, so you can’t stay here until it’s all clear to do so. Secondly, what you should do is just let us handle this. Due to protocol, you already know that you can’t work on this case with the rest of us. We will put all of our focus on getting Y/N back,” Nyla explained.
“Screw, protocol. It’s my wife who’s missing. I need to be on this case,” Tim demanded.
Before Nyla could say anything. Lieutenant Grey entered the room and walked up to Nyla and Tim. “She’s right though,” he said. “It’s standard procedure. You can’t be on the case. It hits too close to home for you. Plus, you need to put all of your focus on your daughter. Granted, she’s way too young to know what’s currently going on, but still, you need to be there for her,” He explained.
“Understand, sir,” Tim nodded his head. Tim wasn't gonna argue or beg his boss that he needs to work the case. Grey was right. Tim needs to put all of his focus on Vanessa and be there for her. “I’ll go ahead and pack bags for Vanessa and me, since Nyla mentioned that I can’t stay here since my house is an active crime scene,” Tim added.
“Do you have an idea where you can stay in the meantime?” Grey asked.
Tim sighed, “My sister’s house. I’m gonna call her and see if she’s okay with me staying there until this whole case is solved.”
“Okay,” Grey nodded his head.
Tim walked past Lieutenant Grey and Nyla, and out of his office to go outside and call Genny.
When he got outside, Angela was still out there holding Vanessa, and talking to Lucy. Both of them noticed that he headed over to where his truck was parked in the driveway and that he had his phone to his ear.
———
Tim got off the phone with his sister. He explained everything that was happening and that he couldn’t stay at his house since it was a crime scene due to the kidnapping. When Tim explained all of that to Genny, she couldn’t process it. She couldn’t gather the facts that her very own sister-in-law was missing and the fact that her niece was left alone, crying in her crib.
“What’s going on? Who did you get off the phone with?” Angela asked when Tim approached her and Lucy.
“My sister,” he answered. “I asked her if it’s okay if Vanessa and I stay at her house due to what’s going on.”
“What did she say?” Angela asked as she handed Vanessa back to Tim.
Tim sighed, “She said that she’s completely fine with Vanessa and me staying over at her house. She is shaken up by the fact that Y/N was kidnapped though.”
“Are you going to head over there right now?” Lucy chimed in.
“Not yet,” Tim answered Lucy’s question. “I have to go back inside and pack some things up for Vanessa and me.”
Tim handed Vanessa again to Angela, so that he could go back into his house to pack bags for both of them. When Tim entered his house again, he didn’t want to spend so much time in it, so he walked straight to your shared bedroom. When he walked in, he saw your side of the bed unmade and the TV was paused. Tim walked over to your shared closet and grabbed the duffel bag from the top shelf. Tim started grabbing shirts from the closet, pants from his drawer, and any clothing he was going to need. He grabbed his toilet trees from the bathroom and put them in the duffel bag with his clothing. Tim walked out of the bedroom and headed to Vanessa’s bedroom.
Tim reached Vanessa’s bedroom and grabbed the travel bag from her closet. Tim packed clothes, diapers, toys, and her baby blanket. After Tim was done packing, he exited her bedroom. While Tim was still in the house, he headed over to the kitchen to grab a container of formula and a few of her bottles. When he got all of the supplies that he needed, he walked out of his house.
“You got everything you need?” Angela asked when Tim approached her and Lucy again.
“Yes,” Tim nodded his head.
“Do you want a police escort to your sister's house?” Angela asked. It’s the least thing Angela could do for him, especially in the situation that he’s currently in.
“Yes, please,” Tim said.
Angela just nodded her head, and then she followed Tim to his truck with Vanessa who was still in her arms. He unlocked his truck once he reached it. Tim opened the back door and put the bags on the back seat next to Vanessa’s car seat. Angela handed Vanessa over to Tim and he got her situated in her car seat. Once he did, he closed the door and walked to the driver's side door.
“Are you ready to go?” Tim asked Angela when he got into the driver's side of his truck and rolled down the window.
“Yeah,” she nodded her head. “Let me just head over to my car and then we’ll head over to your sister’s house.”
Angela walked over to her unmarked car that was parked right in front of Tim’s house. Angela got in and then headed down the street. At the same time, Tim pulled out of his driveway. He was right behind her to follow her to his sister’s house.
———
Tim and Angela both arrived at Genny’s house. Tim turned off the engine and got out. Same for Angela. Tim opened the back seat door and got his stuff out.
“Do you help carry anything?” Angela asked when she walked up to Tim.
“Yes,” he nodded. “My bag and Vanessa’s bag. My hands are full just by carrying her in her car seat.”
Angela didn't say anything, she went ahead and grabbed his bag and Vanessa’s bag. Tim unbuckled Vanessa’s car seat from the back seat and then he closed the door. Once he was settled, he closed the door and locked his truck. Both of them walked up to Genny’s front porch. Before either one of them could ring the doorbell, Genny opened the door. Genny wished she were seeing her older brother under different circumstances, not seeing him due to his house being an active crime scene since his wife had been kidnapped.
“Come on in,” Genny said softly as she stepped out of the way for him and Angela to enter.
Tim and Angela both stepped inside. Genny closed the door once they entered her house. Tim set down Vanessa’s car seat on the coffee table in the living room, took her out of it, and started swaying her back and forth to keep her from waking up. Angela set down what she was carrying for Tim on Genny’s couch.
“Come here,” Genny said to Tim once he was settled. She brought him into a comforting hug. Tim needed a hug at the moment, especially from his little sister, and especially after what had happened in the past few hours.
“Do you need anything else before I head back to the station?” Angela asked Tim after he pulled away from Genny’s hug.
Tim sighed, “I want my wife back, that’s what I need.”
Tim’s response broke Angela’s heart. She knew how badly the situation was affecting him. Angela knows how much Tim loves you. She knows that he’ll do anything to get her back.
“Tim, I promise you that we are gonna do everything we can to get Y/N back,” She reassured him.
“You promise?” Tim asked.
“Yes, I promise,” Angela nodded her head. “Also, if your mind changes about needing anything, don’t hesitate to call me,” she said.
“Okay,” Tim just nodded his head. Tim was just all quiet about this whole situation. He wasn’t saying much, or having any reaction. It’s like he just shut down. No one could blame him though.
“I’ll walk you out,” Genny spoke up.
She walked Angela outside to her unmarked car. Once Angela got into her car, she took off and headed back to the station. Genny then walked back into her house.
———
“Find anything yet?” Angela asked when she approached Nyla’s desk. Angela was hoping she did, so then they could get to the bottom of this case.
“No, I haven’t,” She shook her head. “I even checked the POD figure in the area where Tim and Y/N live. Nothing came up. Whoever took Y/N is smart and knows how to avoid traffic cams. Also, I have been looking into Tim’s past to see who could be behind Y/N’s kidnapping, but nothing has stuck out so far,” Nyla added.
“You want a fresh pair of eyes on trying to find the person from Tim’s past who could be behind the kidnapping?” Angela offered.
“Yes, please,” Nyla pleaded. Nyla knew that having an extra set of hands to help would make the case a little easier to solve.
Angela took a seat at her desk which was right across from Nyla’s desk. Nyla handed her a stack of case files. Angela knew that her and Nyla were most likely gonna be up for the night looking through each case file.
“The stack of case files that I just handed over to you is the most high-profile arrest that Tim has made in the past year as a Sergeant. Maybe in one of the case files there could be something that stands out, and maybe that something could give us an answer on who is behind this whole kidnapping,” Nyla explained.
“Got it,” Angela nodded. Angela then grabbed the first case from the stack and opened it. She started to go over the report that was written up by Tim and possibly see if the current person could be behind the kidnapping.
“How’s Tim doing?” Nyla questioned.
Angela looked up from the case file that she was going over and looked at Nyla. Angela sighs, “Not well. You can tell that this whole thing is messing with his emotions. I feel so bad for him. Also, it’s like he just shut down. He didn't even have any sort of reaction or emotion when we arrived at his sister’s house.”
“I mean, can you blame him though?” Nyla shrugged her shoulders. “His wife is missing and who knows where she might be right now?” she said.
“You do have a good point there. I just really wonder where Y/N is,” Angela frowned.
“I do too,” Nyla sighed.
———
The last thing you remember was that a stranger’s hand covered your mouth and then a bag was thrown over your head. That had to have been about two hours ago, or maybe longer, who knows? You were now in some abandoned shed by the looks of it. There was a huge window on your right side. You couldn’t make anything outside the window since it was dark out. The only light source was the moonlight. It was coming from a different window that was on the other side of the shed you were in. You weren’t alone in this shed, the two kidnappers were with you. They were sitting near the door of this shed that you were in, so there was no chance that you could escape and try to get help. If you did have the chance to escape, you wouldn’t know where to run to in the first place. You had no idea where you were.
“Look who's finally awake,” One of the kidnappers said.
“Who are you? What do you want from me?” you begged.
The kidnapper scoffed, “Well, since you asked, I’m Mark, and that’s my brother, Jason,” he pointed to the person who was standing next to him. “And what we want is your beloved husband, Tim. So where is he?” Mark asked.
“I have no idea,” you lied.
“Yes, you do!” Mark yelled.
“No, I don’t,” you shook your head. “If I knew, wouldn’t you think I would tell you? Plus, what do you even want from him?”
Mark crouched down to be at eye level with you since you were sitting down on a random couch that was in the shed that you were being held in, “I want him to pay for what he did to my brother and me.”
“And what is that?” you croaked.
“He arrested us,” Mark stated. “Then he sent us up to Pelican Bay,” Mark said as he stood back up.
“So? You want to get revenge for that then?” you asked Marked.
“Exactly,” He nodded. “So? Let’s try this again, where is Tim?”
You know that these two kidnappers aren’t gonna stop until you officially give them an answer that they wanna hear, so it’s gonna be a very long night for you. You just wanted someone to rescue you, your husband to rescue you, to be exact, and put these two men back in prison.
———
It has been over three hours since this whole incident occurred. Tim still hasn’t heard anything from either Nyla, Angela, or Lieutenant Grey. He was hoping that maybe towards the end of the night, he would get some news from them. If he does, he probably won’t have a hard time sleeping tonight, because he won’t be so worried and stressed out about the whole thing. If he doesn’t get any sort of news, then it's gonna be a very long night for him.
Tim was finally able to put Vanessa back to sleep. It only took her about ten minutes for her to fall back asleep which was kinda shocking to Tim since sometimes it takes at least thirty minutes for her to fall asleep. Once Vanessa was settled into the crib Genny kept for old time's sake. Tim quietly exited the guest room and headed to the front room. When he entered the front room, he saw Genny reading a book by one of her favorite authors. She must have heard him since she looked up at him, put the bookmark into her book, and set it on the coffee table.
“How are you feeling?” She asked her older brother when he sat down on the other side of the couch.
Tim sighed, “Horrible. This whole case is just making my heart shatter. Y/N is missing and there aren't any leads on who could have done something like this to her. I just keep on thinking about how scared she probably was when she was taken and how she was probably scared about whether this person or the people were gonna take Vanessa too, or even worse, hurt her. I just feel like this whole thing is my fault. If I were home instead of finishing up paperwork back at the station. I could have prevented this from happening. I could have protected Y/N and Vanessa, but it’s too late for that.” Tim had tears running down his face now. Tim wasn’t a person who showed his vulnerability to anyone else, besides Y/N, but at the moment. He didn’t care. He just had to get his feelings out. He couldn’t keep bottled up any longer. Plus, Tim knew that his sister wouldn’t think any less of him since he was showing his vulnerable side.
“Tim. Don’t do that,” Genny begged. “Don’t beat yourself up and blame yourself for this. You had no idea that this would happen,” Genny said. “Everyone back at the station is putting all of their focus on Y/N. They are going to find her.”
“Thanks,” was all Tim could say. He was glad that his sister was by his side during this hard time. He has been there for her when she needed it the most. So, of course, she’s doing the same thing for him.
“Of course,” she gave him a light smile.
———
Nyla and Angela weren’t getting anywhere on the case files. It felt like they were hitting dead ends. It was starting to get frustrating for both of them.
“Hey, since it’s approaching midnight, do you want to pick this up in the morning? I feel like with possibly a good night's sleep, we can focus better on going through the case files,” Angela suggested to Nyla.
“I thought you would never suggest that. I feel like I’m gonna fall asleep at any moment.”
Angela chuckled, “Well, let’s both head home then.”
Nyla closed the case file that she was looking at and put it back in the pile with the rest of them. Angela and Nyla both tidied up their desks and then got up from them. Both of them headed out of the station to the parking lot where their cars were parked.
“I’ll see you back here in the morning,” Angela said to Nyla.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” Nyla said back to her.
———
You were woken up by the sunlight coming through the window. You were glad that it was daytime now because maybe you could now figure out where the two kidnappers were holding you.
“Oh! Look who is finally awake,” Jason said. “How did you sleep?” he asked.
“Horrible,” you spat out. “Sleeping on this random couch that’s in this random shed that you’re currently holding me isn’t comfortable at all.”
“Well, that’s too bad. Sucks for you then,” Mark spoke up.
“What are you gonna do to me today? Slap me? Torture me? Kill me even? Or better yet, how about you two just let me go?” you said to the brothers. What you said was so random, but after what you went through last night, you felt the need to say that to them.
“If we let you go, you’re just gonna run to your lovely husband and tell him everything that happened to you. Then we will just go back to prison and spend the rest of our lives there.”
“You kidnapped me, a Sergeant’s wife, and an Army veteran's wife, for Christ's sake. Don’t you think that isn’t going to come with consequences?” you asked them. “Plus, I bet Tim and the whole Mid-Wilshire Police Department are trying to find me right now,” you said.
“Well, let them,” Mark shrugged his shoulders. “They aren’t going to find you anyway.”
———
Tim has been up for the past two hours now. So has Vanessa. She slept a little past eight which doesn’t happen often. Usually, she wakes up around the time that Tim is getting ready for work, but of course, that didn’t happen this morning. Before Vanessa woke up, Tim was able to shower, so he was able to get that out of the way. So then his main focus could be on his daughter. Tim just finished changing Vanessa into a new set of clothes. After he did that, Tim picked her up from the bed and exited the guest bedroom to head to the kitchen.
Genny was in the kitchen when Tim entered it. She was making some coffee and breakfast too. “How did you sleep last night?” She asked him.
“Pretty decent,” Tim answered. “I think talking to you last night about how I’m feeling about what’s currently going on really helped. So, thank you.”
“Of course. That’s what siblings are for,” Genny gave Tim a comforting smile. “Have you gotten any updates about Y/N’s kidnapping?” She asked him.
“No,” Tim shook his head. “But I am hoping that I get some sort of update soon though,” Tim hoped.
———
“I think I got something,” Angela jumped out of her seat.
“What is it?” Nyla looked up from the case file that she was currently canvassing through.
“This case file that I’m looking at shows when Tim made two arrests of these two brothers whose last name is ‘Lawrence.’ He made this arrest when he first got promoted to Sergeant.”
“What did they get arrested for?” Nyla questioned Angela.
Angela read over the file until she could get an answer for why they were arrested. “They both got arrested for armed robbery and assaulting an officer,” She said. “Most likely one of them assaulted Tim when he was making the arrest.”
“Does it say anything else? Maybe one of them said something to Tim about getting revenge or even something along the lines of them threatening him.”
“Let me check,” Angela said. Angela went through the pages of the case file until she could find something, and luckily, she did. “You’re right,” Angela stated. “Tim wrote that the older brother, ‘Mark,’ kept on threatening him about when he and his brother, Jason, would get out of prison. They will try to find Tim, and when they do, they will hurt him, and hurt the people whom he loves the most.”
“It has to be those two brothers who are behind all of this,” Nyla said. “Does it say anywhere that they are out of prison? Or what?” She asked Angela.
“Let me see,” Angela said as she started to type into her computer. “Got something.”
“What?” Nyla asked.
“Reports say that they got released on probation two weeks ago,” Angela shared.
“Does it say anything about where they could be staying? Maybe a halfway house or some sort of shelter?” Nyla questioned her work partner.
“No,” Angela frowned. Angela was upset that she didn’t get an answer about where the Lawrence brothers could be. Or, the location where they could be holding you captive.
“Now, what?” Nyla asked.
“I have no idea,” Angela shrugged her shoulders. “I’m going to call Tim though to give him an update about what’s going on.”
“Okay,” Nyla nodded her head.
Angela got up from her seat and walked over to one of the interrogation rooms that wasn’t too preoccupied to call Tim.
———
Tim was in the middle of a conversation with Genny when it was interrupted by his phone ringing. They were sitting at the dining room table while Vanessa went down for her afternoon nap not too long ago. His phone was on the kitchen counter. Tim got up from his seat at the dining room table and looked at the caller ID to see who was calling him. It was Angela.
“It’s Angela. I gotta answer it,” he said quickly to Genny before he answered Angela’s call.
Genny nodded her head.
“Hello?” Tim said to Angela who was on the other end of the phone.
“Hey. You got a minute?” She asked Tim.
“Yes,” He answered.
“Okay. First off, this is off the record since you’re not technically on the case since it’s personal, but secondly, I think Nyla and I found something that could lead us to Y/N.”
The moment that Angela said those words, Tim felt his heart drop.
“What is it?” He asked Angela.
“Do you remember those two brothers you arrested around five years ago? It was around the time when you first got promoted to Sergeant,” She said.
“The Lawrence brothers?” Tim asked.
“Yes,” Angela answered. “So, I was reading over the arrest file that you made on both of them. In the file, it said that Mark kept threatening you, and he said to you that when he and his brother, Jason, get out of prison. They are going to find you and hurt you, and hurt the people you love the most. Plus, reports in the system say that they got released on probation two weeks ago.”
“What do you mean they got released two weeks ago, Lopez?” Tim scolded. Tim wasn't happy with what he just heard. The older brother assaulted me before I could have arrested him. I got a black eye because of him,” Tim said over the phone to Angela.
When those words came out of Tim’s mouth. Genny looked over where he was standing in the kitchen. She couldn’t believe what she just heard from her older brother.
“It was either because of good behavior or they started to get overcrowded, or some shit like that. Honestly, it’s wrong what the older brother did to you, but my gut is saying that the brothers have to be the ones behind the kidnapping. And, also if they are the ones behind the kidnapping, records aren’t showing where they could be, so we have to keep on digging into where they could be holding Y/N,” Angela explained over the phone.
“Trust your gut, Lopez. If you truly think that the Lawrence brothers took Y/N, then try to find out where they are keeping her,” Tim demanded.
“Okay, I’ll keep on looking to see if I can find where they are keeping her,” Angela said.
“Okay. Keep me posted.”
“I will. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Tim ended the call with Angela and put his phone down on the kitchen counter, walked back to the dining room table, and sat down. Tim ran his hands over his face. Tim was starting to have so many emotions run through him. He wasn’t sure if he should be sad. Happy? or angry?
“Hey, if you don’t mind me asking, what was that all about?” Genny asked Tim when he sat back down at the dining room table with her.
Tim turned his attention to his sister, “It was Angela,” he sighed. “She told me that she might have a lead on Y/N’s kidnapping.”
“Oh my goodness,” Genny gasped.
“Yeah,” Tim nodded his head. “Angela said that she will keep me posted.”
“Well, hopefully, she gets some information on Y/N’s kidnapping.”
“I hope so too,” Tim agreed.
———
You don’t know how it happened, but it did. You were able to escape from Jason and Mark. The reason you were probably able to escape was that for some reason Jason and Mark left the abandoned shed that they were keeping you in, so you took the risk and escaped from them.
When you got out of the abandoned shed. You noticed that the sun was starting to set, which was a good thing, because with what was left of the sunlight, you could see where you were getting held. You immediately noticed that you were getting held at the Old LA Zoo which is located in Griffith Park. You were questioning why Jason and Mark kept you captive at the Old LA Zoo, but that didn’t matter because now what only matters is whether you could run somewhere to get help.
When you got out of the shed, you could tell that you were off to the side of a dirt trail, perhaps a hiking trail. For a split second, you weren’t sure if you should head left of the trail and start running, or head right, but then you remembered that Tim had mentioned to you to always head right if you're trying to escape any sort of danger, so that's what you did. You started running in the right direction. You were hoping that maybe running down this trail, you would come across someone and they could get help for you. As you continued to run down this trail, you came across the rest of the cages that were a part of the Old LA Zoo, and where the picnic tables were too. You then ran towards the small parking lot that wasn’t too far from where you are now.
When you reached the small parking lot, you saw a couple around the same age as you and Tim. You were about to approach and ask for help, but then all of a sudden, you felt someone grab your waist from behind. It was one of the brothers. You were assuming that when they went back to the shed they were keeping you in, they saw that you had escaped from them.
“Let me go!” you screamed. You screamed as loud as you could. You were hoping that maybe the young couple would look in the direction of where your screams were coming from. Or even someone who would be hiking off to the distance where you were.
Your wish came true because when you were screaming, the young couple heard you screaming. They both noticed that you were distressed. You saw the young woman get her phone out of her pocket and by the looks of it, she looks like she’s calling for help.
———
Lieutenant Grey just got off the phone with the Watch Commander at the Northeast Division station. He was informed about the 911 call that came in, explaining how a woman who was with her husband, getting into their car after taking an evening hike saw a woman a few yards away, and the woman looked like she was in distress and was trying to escape from someone, but she wasn’t able to. Plus, the woman whom she saw trying to escape fit Y/N’s description.
“Listen up, everyone,” Grey yelled out when he walked out of his office to get everyone’s attention. “I just got off the phone with the Watch Commander at the Northeast Division station. They informed me about a 911 call that one of their dispatchers received not too long ago. This phone call was about how some lady who was with her husband in the area of the Old LA Zoo in Griffith Park saw some other lady who fit Y/N’s description running away from someone and was in distress, and by the sound of it, I’m pretty sure that it was Y/N trying to escape the Lawrence brothers, but it was too late because the lady who made the phone call said that some man grabbed her by waist and pulled her back towards him and took her somewhere in Griffith Park,” He explained. “So, with that being said, I have notified S.W.A.T., LAFD, and local Airship. They are heading out there at this moment. I want everyone in this room right now to drive as quickly as you can to get out there. I’ll notify Tim about what’s happening. Then I’ll head out and meet everyone over there.”
Not even a second after Lieutenant Grey explained what was currently happening. Everyone in the room immediately headed out to the patrol cars and headed to the location. Grey went back to his office, closed the door behind him, sat in his desk chair, and dialed Tim’s number to call him.
———
Tim was watching TV in the living room of Genny’s house while Vanessa was playing with her toys on her playmat on the floor. While he was watching TV, his phone on the coffee table started ringing. He reached over to grab it, he looked to see who was calling him, and it was Grey’s office phone who was calling him.
“Hello?” He said into the phone.
“Bradford, I got some news for you.”
When Lieutenant Grey said those words. Tim felt his heart starting to beat fast. He was wondering what news Lieutenant Grey was about to give him.
“What is it?” Tim asked.
“We found your wife.”
Tim was shocked at what he just heard. He couldn’t believe it. He can’t believe that you were finally found. He felt like he could cry happy tears because of it.
“Where is she? How did they find her? “Is she alright?” Tim frantically asked.
“She’s in Griffith Park in the area of the Old LA Zoo. The Northeast Division got a call from a woman who saw some women running towards their direction, screaming, and possibly running away from someone to escape them, and the woman was able to describe what the women looked like, and the description fits perfectly with your wife. Plus, since you’re asking if she’s alright. Truly I don’t think so, she was held captive for the past few days. She’s gonna need you, Bradford. I know I technically sat you out for this since it’s personal, but that doesn’t matter right now. I’ll radio Sergeant Chen to stop by your sister’s house to pick you up, and you both can head over there,” Lieutenant Grey explained over the phone to Tim.
Tim couldn’t believe what his boss just explained to him. Tim was starting to feel so many emotions at once, especially anger. He was angry that the Lawrence brothers dared to break into your and Tim’s shared house, kidnap you, and hold you captive for a few days.
“Okay. I’ll be waiting in the front yard for her,” Tim said.
“Okay, perfect. I’ll meet both of you out there.”
“Alright,” Tim said. Tim ended the phone call, then he immediately got up from his spot on the couch and walked over to the dining room table to tell Genny about the news.
“They found Y/N,” He said when he approached her.
“Oh my gosh,” Genny said as she closed her laptop and looked up to Tim. “Is she in stable condition? Do you know?” She asked.
“I have no idea,” Tim shook his head. “Most likely she isn’t. Grey even informed me that Lucy is on her way over here, so then we can head over to where Y/N was held captive. So, would you mind watching Vanessa for now? Tim asked.
“I don’t mind at all. Of course, I can watch her,” Genny nodded her head.
Tim sighs in relief, “Thank you so much.”
“Of course.”
Tim quickly walked away and went to the guest bedroom to grab his gun holster and his badge. Tim then rushed out of Genny’s house. When he exited her house, right on time, Lucy pulled up in her shop. Tim entered the passenger door, got in, and then they headed off.
———
Lucy and Tim pulled up to the area where the Old LA Zoo is located in Griffith Park. There were so many other officers on the scene, including the Northeast Division, S.W.A.T., LAFD, and local airship. The local airship was flying around the area with its searchlight on to see if they could find you since Griffith Park is over 4,000 acres, because there's no way that it could be all covered on foot. That would take days to do that.
Tim and Lucy quickly got out of the squad car. Tim walked to the back of the shop and opened it to get a bulletproof vest. Once Tim was ready, he closed the back of the squad car. Lucy and Tim immediately walked over to the trail that leads to the Old LA Zoo. The moment Tim and Lucy arrived on the scene, everyone went their separate ways in the park to find you.
Tim and Lucy were sweeping everything on the trail. Both were shining their lights on everything they came across on the trail. Trees, bushes, the old cages from the Zoo, basically anywhere the Lawrence brothers could be hiding you. So far, they haven’t had any luck. Until they heard Angela in the distance, yelling at someone or something to put the weapon down.
“That’s gotta be the brothers or at least one of them,” Tim said.
Tim and Lucy ran towards where Angela was. When they arrived, they saw Jason holding a knife to your throat. While Mark had a gun pointed towards Angela. Tim's heart immediately dropped, he didn’t like the scene that was happening right in front of him. Tim had to act professionally though. These situations are something that Tim deals with from time to time. He’s trained on what to do in situations like this. You were scared, you looked like you were about to start crying, and by the looks of it, it looked like you had some marks on your face. That made Tim feel so angry that the two brothers were most likely the cause of the marks on your face.
“L.A.P.D.,” Lucy yelled. “Drop your weapons now, or we will shoot,” She warned.
Surprisingly, the brothers dropped their weapons, but then they decided to run off the other way and left you standing there. You were shaken up by what just happened. Tim quickly put his gun back in his holster and ran up to you. While Angela and Lucy ran past you to catch the brothers. Tim wrapped his arms around your waist when he walked up to you, the moment he did, he started crying. You started crying too. You can’t believe that you are back in your husband’s arms.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” you sniffed. You pulled back and looked at Tim. “I thought I wasn’t gonna make it. Where’s Vanessa? Is she okay?” you started to ramble.
“Shhh everything is okay now,” Tim reassured you. “I’m here now. You’re safe. Vanessa is safe, Genny is watching her right now. Let’s get you transported to the hospital to get you checked out, yeah?”
You nodded your head.
———
You had to stay overnight in the hospital. The nurses wanted to keep an eye on you since you were severely dehydrated and lacked nutrition. You just wanted to be back home already with Tim and your daughter, but you knew that it was for safety precautions.
“May we come in?” Angela knocked lightly on the door of your room. Wesley was with her. They brought a bouquet of your favorite flowers for you.
“Of course,” Tim answered.
“How are you feeling?” Angela asked as she put the bouquet next to the bed and then sat down in the empty chair that was next to your hospital bed.
“Okay, I guess,” you nodded. “And thank you for the flowers, it means so much to me.”
“Of course,” Angela smiled.
“Did you catch them?” you then decided to ask her.
Angela looked at Tim. She was hesitant to answer your question. Angela wanted you not to focus on the brothers anymore and not focus on the consequences that they are going to face. You should just focus on healing from the terrible situation that they put you through, but you know you will start to heal once you get an answer from Angela.
“They caught the brothers,” Wesley spoke up for Angela. “They are going back to prison. Both of them ended up confessing to everything, so they aren't going to see the outside world ever again,” He said.
Tim’s eyes widened, “Wait. You’re serious?”
“Yeah,” Wesley nodded his head.
“Well, that’s great news for me,” you slightly grinned. You were relieved that the Lawrence brothers ended up confessing about everything. You were relieved that they are going back to prison and that they are most likely going to spend the rest of their lives there.
“Yes, it is,” Angela gave you a comforting smile. “Get some sleep now,” she said. “You have been through so much for the past few days.”
“I will,” you promised.
Angela got up from the edge of your bed and walked out of the room with Wesley.
———
Throughout the very late evening, Lucy, John, Aaron, Celina, Nyla, Grey, and many others from Mid-Wilshire stopped by to visit you and a few of them dropped off flowers for you too. It felt very heartwarming to see how many people wished you a fast recovery and that they have your back if you need anything. You couldn't ask for any better people to be in your corner. You appreciate them all very much.
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prompt: Day 22- “who did this to you?” ( @ailesswhumptober )
pairing: Rip Wheeler x Wife!Reader
summary: While you’re out in Bozeman finishing up running some errands, you get pulled into a van with three men who take advantage and do horrible things to you
warnings: whump, references to sexual assault, getting the impression that the reader is being stalked, references to rape, kidnapping, crying, established relationship, the reader and rip have an daughter in this fic, reader having a black eye, reader having a busted lip, reader having a red mark on her neck, angst, mention of the train station, mention of picking up a wedding ring from the jewelers, the reader thinking it’s her fault for what happened to her, the three kidnappers wearing masks, the reader getting taken advantage of, mention of whiskey, rip getting protective of the reader, pet names, rip reassuring the reader that it’s not her fault for what happened to her, rip comforting the reader, slight mention of nudity, mention of the reader being in her bra and underwear, tore underwear, bra having dirt marks on it, rip respecting the reader’s feelings. please proceed with caution if you decide to read this. also if i missed anything, please let me know!
word count: 2.6k+
a/n: as always, thank you @auroralightsthesky for proof reading this for me! i don’t own any of the pictures in the moodboard above. all credits go to the original creators/owners!
You were currently in Bozeman running a few errands. Bozeman was the closest town to where the ranch was, unlike Billings. Billings was at least two and a half hours from the ranch. Bozeman was only a forty-minute drive away. Plus, you tend to only go to Billings if Rip is with you. This time, he wasn't. Rip decided to stay back at the ranch with your daughter, Evelyn. The two of them decided to start getting the Christmas decorations out since October is going to be over soon. You're the type of family that starts decorating for Christmas once November starts.
The first place you had to go to in Bozeman was the post office. You had to pick up some stamps since you don't have any, and you know you’re going to need them since the holidays are approaching since most likely, you’re going to have to mail out Christmas presents to your family members who live in other states besides Montana.
When you entered the post office, there weren't many people in line waiting to either drop off a package or preps to pick one up, or even to buy stamps. It was probably because it was a Friday afternoon and the majority of people were still at work, and not out running errands.
Once you received your stamps, you headed out of the post office and over to the next place that you needed to go. You had to head over to the local jewelers to pick up Rip’s wedding ring. You and him send it to the jewelers for it to be cleaned since it’s been a while since it was last cleaned.
“How can I help you?” the young woman asked you when you walked into the jewelry shop.
“Hi,” you greeted the worker. “I’m here to pick up a ring that was sent in last week to be cleaned.”
“What’s the name?” she asked you.
“It’s Y/N Wheeler.”
After you told the worker your name, she headed back to get Rip’s ring. While you were waiting for her. You admire the jewelry that was displayed in the glass case that was right where you were standing. While you were doing that, you just had an uneasy feeling come over you. It felt like someone was perhaps watching you. You looked around the jewelry store to make sure no one was there, and that your mind was just playing games with you. While you scanned the place, you didn't see anything out of the ordinary. You didn't see if anyone could be stalking you.
“Here you go, Mrs. Wheeler,” the worker smiled. She came back from the back room with a small box. The small box had Rip’s wedding ring in it. “Would you like a small bag for it?” she asked you.
“No, I’m good,” you shook your head. ‘Thank you though.”
You placed the ring into your purse and headed to the next place that you needed to go. You had to go to the local beauty store to buy more face lotion since you ran out of it this morning. The beauty store was a family-owned business too. You have been shopping at the store for as long as you can remember.
When you entered the store, you grabbed a basket. Yeah, you just need to get one thing, but still. You won't be surprised if you end up buying other beauty products that you come across in the store. You headed over to the aisle where the face lotions were, so that you could get that out of the way. While you were looking at all of them, you noticed someone out of the corner of your eye, standing a few feet away from you. You didn't know that besides the owners being in the shop, there was someone else shopping, besides you. You did notice though that the guy looks very familiar, but you can't exactly figure out why he does. You just brushed the situation off and went back to shopping.
In the end, you did end up spending quite some time in the beauty shop. You did end up buying more than the face lotion that you needed to. You ended up buying some new fragrances of perfumes that were on sale, a new cologne fragrance for Rip, a new bottle of bubble bath soap for Evelyn, and a new bottle of body wash for Rip since he was running low on the one that he had back at home.
The owner’s wife, Lucy, was checking you out. While she was, the two of you were having small talk with each other. It felt so nice talking to her. You always have the greatest talks with her when you do. You were updating her about Evelyn. Lucy has always considered Evelyn as her own niece. Also while you were getting checked out, and having your small talk with Lucy, that’'s when you noticed the guy again. This time he was off to one of the aisles looking at the different gel products for men. You thought that it was odd that he was in the same area as you again.
“I’m sorry, sir. Do I know you from somewhere?” you decided to ask the man. You just had to ask him that question. You needed to know why he looked so familiar to you.
The man turned his attention towards the register where you were at, “No ma’am,” he shook his head with a small smile plastered on his face. “I’m actually new to the area.”
For some reason, you really didn't believe the guy. You weren't gonna tell the guy that though. If you did, that would most likely not turn out good. “Oh! You just look very familiar to me, that’s why,” you explained to him.
“I guess I just have a familiar face then,” he lightly laughed.
“I guess so,” you awkwardly smiled. You started to get that same uneasy feeling that you got when you were at the jeweler's shop. Lucy must have noticed that you started to look uneasy as she bagged up the items that you bought.
“Hey. Are you alright?” she asked concernedly.
You turned your attention back to her. “Yeah, I’m alright,” you played it off.
After you paid for your items and exchanged your goodbyes and headed out. You are done with your errands now. You put the bag from the beauty store in your car, so you don't have to carry it with you while you head over to the coffee shop. You just decided to walk over there since it was only a couple of buildings down. Once you get your iced coffee, you’re planning to head back to the ranch.
While you were walking down the sidewalk, heading to the coffee shop. You had to cross a small alley to get to the other side. You were about to do that when suddenly a van cut you off and blocked you from being able to get to the other side.
“What the…,” you mumbled to yourself. Before you could go around the back of the van to get to the other side of the sidewalk. Someone in a mask opened up the side door of the van and grabbed you. You had no time to react at all. The person closed the door once you were in. There was another person in a mask too in the back of the van with the one who grabbed you. Then there was the driver who even had a mask on. They were definitely wearing masks, so they could keep their identities hidden.
“What should we do with her?” the person who grabbed you asked the driver.
“You know what to do with her,” the driver said.
You knew that voice. It was the guy’s voice, the one you talked to back at the beauty shop. You were starting to wonder why he and the two men with him had kidnapped you. Did they have something against John Dutton? Did they want to buy the Yellowstone Ranch even though it’s not for sale? You just had so many questions running through your head.
The two men started getting closer to you. You tried your best to scoot into the corner of the van, but you know that it’s not going to solve anything. “Stay away from me, please,” you pleaded. Tears started to roll down your face.
——-
It must have been an hour at least being in the van with those kidnappers. The things that they did to you were horrible. You felt very vulnerable and disgusted. You just wanted to be back home already, but sadly, you weren't. You had to drive back home. You know that you shouldn't. You know that you should Rip to pick you up, but you don't have the energy to explain over the phone what happened to you. You would rather just explain in person, if you can even find the right words to do so.
On the drive back to the ranch, your mind was racing. Your brain wouldn't stop replaying what happened in the van with the three men. You wanted to cry, scream, punch something, etc. You just wanted to turn off your brain and forget what happened to you.
———
When you pulled up to your home on the property of the Yellowstone Ranch. You weren't sure how exactly to feel. You weren't sure if you should feel relieved that you were home. Or feel nervous since you are wondering how Rip is going to react/feel about what happened to you? You turned off your car and just got out. You couldn't care less now about your purse and the bag from the beauty store. You just wanted to get the clothes that you were wearing off your body.
When you approached the front door, you started to shake as you put the key in to unlock it. Once it was unlocked, you stepped into your home and closed the door behind you. You saw that Rip was sitting on the couch facing the fireplace with a whiskey glass in his hand. You didn't see Evelyn anywhere in the living room with him. She either must be taking a nap or hanging out with Teeteer somewhere on the ranch property. Rip must have heard the door open and close since he turned his attention towards you.
Rip’s smile just disappeared from his face. It seemed like he just saw a ghost. Without any hesitation, Rip quickly placed his whiskey glass onto the coffee table and headed over to you. “Who did this to you?” he asked you. He saw that you had a black eye, a busted lip, and a red mark on your neck. He took a step closer to you. He wanted to get a closer look at your injuries.
“Stay back,” you stepped back. You wanted comfort from your husband, but you weren't in the right headspace for that due to what just happened to you.
When you said that to Rip, it just broke him. Whoever did this to you. It must have hurt you very badly. “Okay,” Rip just nodded his head. “Who did this to you?” he asked you again. Rip wanted to get angry about your situation. It wasn't the right time for that though.
“I don’t know,” you shook your head. “It was three masked men.” You started crying again. “One man grabbed me and put me in the back of the van. Then him and his two buddies did horrible things to me,” you said through tears.
“I’m gonna find these fuckers,” Rip mumbled loud enough for you to hear him. Rip wasn't sure how he's going to, but he’s gonna find a way to. The three men are going to pay for what they did to. Rip doesn't care if the men have to end up at the train station. The three men don’t know who they just messed with.
“Are you sure?” you asked.
Rip was about to take a step back, but then he remembered that you wanted some distance between you and him. You noticed that he had done that though, and so you slightly nodded at him, signaling that you were okay now with him being a little closer to you. “I’m very sure, honey,” he nodded his head.
The way the word honey sounded when Rip said it to you. It made you feel a little bit better. Rip somehow knew that you needed to hear him calling some sort of pet name in this situation.
You just nodded at what Rip said. “I need to change,” you sorta changed the subject. “I just want to get out of these clothes. “I don’t want them on me any longer,” you sniffed. You have calmed down from the crying that you were just doing not too long ago.
“Do whatever you need to do, sweetheart,” Rip spoke to you softly. As much as Rip wanted to lash out, because of what happened to you. He can’t. That’s a side of him that you don't need to see at the moment. You just needed to see the comforting and soft side of him right now. “I’ll be here back on the couch if you need anything,” Rip said as he walked back to the couch and sat down.
You just nodded your head at your husband and then headed down the hall to your shared bedroom. You stripped off your clothes once you entered your bedroom and threw them in the trash can that you and Rip have in the bedroom. If you kept those clothes, you would just remember the horrible moments that happened to you while you wore them. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror that’s in the corner of the bedroom. Your bra and underwear were dismantled. You had some dirt marks on your bra and your underwear had a medium-sized tear on the waist part of it. You wrapped your arms around your body and looked down at your face. Tears started to roll down your face again.
“Hey, you’re okay, honey. I’m right here,” Rip spoke softly. He must have heard you start to cry while he was in the living room. He led you to the edge of your shared bed and had you sit down. He took a seat next to you.
“Why did this have to happen to me?” you cried into his arms. Rip wrapped his arms around you.
“I don’t know,” he shook his head. “It’s not your fault at all though. Okay?”
“Okay,” you slightly nodded your head. You unwrapped yourself from Rip’s arms and headed over to your dresser. Just like the clothes you wore earlier, you wanted to take off your bra and underwear too. Before you slipped them off to change into a new pair of underwear and clothes, Rip actually turned his head the other direction. It’s not that he wanted to look at you. It’s because he respects your feelings and knows that it’s actually not the right time to look at you in a time like this. Once you tossed the bra and underwear into the trash can, and changed into pajamas. You went back to the edge of the bed where Rip was.
“I’m going to help you get through this, sweetheart,” Rip promised. Rip is going to keep his promise. He’s going to help you get through this horrible incident. He’s not leaving your side anytime soon.
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Age gap, dense Phillip & reader, slight yearning, they like each other, but it's not established.
NOTE: i dunno uuhh i was bored, i really need to have more plot.
Phiillip Graves was an irritating, stupid man- an unfortunately handsome one, at that. What a shame it was, such a pretty face with the attitude of a pig. It had been a long day- a rare one, at that. It was one of the special occasions you'd see Phillip, despite being his secondary officer. He was in a shirt, the Tom Ford perfume radiating off his body like heat instead of the stench of muck and grime that clung to his uniform like a ghost. The scent- his scent was enough to send ripples through you. God, if only he weren't such a pain in the ass.
You used your shoulder to push the glass door open. The cold gust of wind wasn't enough to calm you down. Stupid investors, you thought. All of them carried with them a false sense of grandiosity and an inflated ego. It had taken a substantial amount of buttering and bootlicking, as well as weeks of nonstop networking, to get them on board with the PMC's next projects. Phillip's shadow almost engulfed you as he stepped forward, leaning against the railing as he stood beside you. He could see the exhaustion in your frame that you tried your best to mask, tried your best to look braver than you felt. His tired eyes flickered to his pocket, from which he pulled out a box of cigarettes, holding it to his mouth before offering you one silently.
The only sound around you was the soft wind hitting the concrete, brushing against the building. The lighter flickered to life with a click- undoubtedly an expensive one- you could tell from the finish. The smoke filled your lungs, the warmth spreading through your chest as you started the cigarette. "Shit." Phillip breathed out, smoke billowing out of his flared nostrils. His bicep flexed as his knuckles gripped the glass railing that seemed too wobbly to protect anyone from such a height. "Fuckin' piece of shits." He mumbled under his breath, balancing the cigarette between his pink lips. You let your head roll back, the grey smoke tainting the blue city sky as the smoke escaped your lips. He saw the way the smoke curled around your lips, making his already bruised ribs twinge a little from the sight.
You glanced at him sideways- couldn't help but admire his sharp features that softened against the city lights. The hotel was fancy. Fancy enough that you'd never step foot in here unless it was to meet a client or convince a board of directors. Each inch of the extensive hallway was carpeted in expensive Persian carpets- you could tell the curated and overly polished space grated on Phillip's nerves, despite him frequenting such high-end places. Perhaps it was the pretentious investor, or maybe it was his nosy manager. Whatever it was, you could tell Phillip wanted out now, every muscle taut with restrained frustration as he put out the cigarette. The smell of smoke, ash and expensive perfume mixed sinfully with the heat radiating off Phillip. He hated the stuck-up bigshots and their minions, and he hated how much this kind of life was taking a toll on him. He could feel the scabbing wounds on his torso from the last mission, and the healing that rubbed against his blue shirt- both souvenirs he'd collected from the last mission.
"You look like you're craving a cheap beer." You breathed out into the familiar silence that had settled over both of you. Phillip scoffed under his breath. "Maybe I fuckin' am," the southern accent rolling off his tongue. It was endearing, almost. Mr Graves, CEO of Shadow Company, navy merc, old enough to be your father, wearing the look of a pissed-off toddler. Flicking the ash off the cigarette and taking a last puff, you moved towards the see-through doors that led back into the hotel. Phillip followed you quietly, resigned for the day- a rare sight.
You sat beside each other at the cheap, oily-smelling, dimly lit bar that felt oddly comforting. Phillip's large frame, combined with the large mug the pint of beer came in, made you and your dirty martini look comically small next to him. It wasn't perfect, far from it. There was nothing picturesque or quaint about this moment, but it was enough. Enough for now. Enough for you to slump against his burly shoulder as your cheeks heat up with the warmth of the alcohol. The cheap olives sitting in the glass in front of you stared back as Phillip's ears turned red. The soft stands of your hair brushed tickled his bicep through the thin fabric of his button-up shirt- you were warm against him. Lucky for him, you didn't notice.
Even if you did, he'd blame it on the liquor. You knew better than that, you always did- even if you pushed it away, deluding yourself into thinking it was wishful thinking.
prompt: Day 17- planning the perfect proposal ( @flufftober )
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
summary: Bucky plans the perfect way to propose to you with the help of Yelena and Ava
warnings: established relationship, looking at engagement rings, talking about proposing, bucky getting slightly frustrated, yelena and ava helping bucky out with planning the proposal, just pure fluff! if i missed anything though, please let me know!
word count: 1.2k+
a/n: i don’t own any of the pictures in the moodboard above. all credits go to the original creators/owners!
Bucky was finally planning to propose to you. For the past few months though, he was going back and forth about whether he should or not. He was having second thoughts about the whole thing. He started getting into his head and was thinking that you wouldn't want to marry him, but then Bucky just had to remind himself that of course you wanted to marry him. You have mentioned to him that you wanna marry him someday. So, now he just has to come up with a plan for how to propose to you.
Bucky was in the tower at the kitchen island with a few notebooks and books about marriage and proposals surrounding him. He wanted this proposal to be perfect. He wanted it to be something that you’ll never forget. Unfortunately, Bucky was struggling with planning this proposal. He wasn't sure where to start.
“This proposal is going to be the death of me,” Bucky groaned as he ran his hands over his face. When Bucky said that, he ended up saying it a little too loudly, because Yelena was at the other side of the kitchen, and she ended up hearing him.
“Wait, you’re proposing?” she asked him. She was stunned by the fact that Bucky was planning to do that.
“Well,” Bucky sighed. “Yes, if only I could figure out how the heck to propose to Y/N.”
“It’s simple,” Yelena started to say as she started walking to the kitchen island where Bucky was sitting. “You just get on one knee and ask her if she wants to marry you,” she finished her sentence.
Bucky just looked at her with an annoyed look. He knew that she was messing around with him by saying that. “Really?” He scolded her.
Yelena threw her hands up to surrender, “I’m just joking,” she said. “Don’t do that, because that’s a lame move.”
“Trust me, I won't," Bucky promised. “Y/N will have my ass if I ever pull a stunt like that.”
“Well, start easy, has Y/N ever talked about what kind of ring she would like to be proposed to with one day?” Yelena asked Bucky. She then pulled out the chair across from him at the kitchen island and sat down.
“As I can recall, she has in the past,” Bucky answered Yelena.
“Perfect,” Yelena beamed. “What kind of ring would that be then?”
Bucky looked at one of the magazine catalogs about different engagement rings that he had secretly saved. Bucky kept everything on paper. Yeah, of course, he knows how to work modern technology, but he felt more comfortable if he had everything on paper instead, just in case anything goes wrong and the internet goes out and he loses everything.
“Y/N has talked about these two different engagement rings all the time,” Bucky informed Yelena. Bucky slid the magazine across the kitchen island to her. Yelena picked it up and took a good look at both rings. One ring had a rose gold band with an oval-shaped diamond. While the other one also had a rose gold band, with a circular diamond instead of an oval one. Out of all engagement rings those two have been the ones that you have always brought up to Bucky.
“Oh! Those are very pretty,” Yelena exclaimed. She loved how both rings were very elegant, but simple. “Y/N got some good taste,” she complimented the rings after. Yelena then slid the magazine across the kitchen island, back to Bucky.
“Thanks,” Bucky smiled.
“Now, you just have to figure out which one sticks out to you the most,” Yelena commented. “Is it the first one or the second one?”
Bucky sighed. Both of them stick out to him, but he can’t propose to you with two rings. That would just be very odd to do. “Technically both of them stick out to me,” Bucky shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, how about this,” Yelena paused for a quick second. “Which ring can you picture more on Y/N’s finger?” Yelena asked. “Maybe that can help you make a final decision on which ring to get for the proposal."
Bucky closed his eyes. He started to picture both rings in his mind. He started to picture which ring would suit your ring finger. He even started to picture which ring would suit your personality better. As odd as that might sound, he knows picturing that will most likely help him in the end.
“The oval-shaped ring,” Bucky announced when he opened his eyes back up. After picturing it in his head, the oval-shaped ring fits you more than the circular diamond ring. Now that Bucky has pictured it in his head, he can see himself proposing to you with that ring instead.
“Are you sure?” Yelena asked to double-check with him.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Bucky nodded his head. Bucky was one hundred percent sure.
“Okay then,” Yelena said. “Next step is finding a location where you want the proposal to take place.”
Figuring out a location where Bucky could propose was going to be more difficult than figuring out a ring. There were many places where the proposal could take place. You have never told Bucky any specific location where you would love to get proposed to. Bucky just knew that he didn't want it to take place in a public place where there were crowds of people. He wanted it to take place in a more isolated/quiet location.
“Y/N has never mentioned any specific location where she would like to be proposed to,” Bucky said.
“Has she ever talked about a dream destination that she would like to visit one day?” Yelena questioned Bucky. “Maybe you could take her to a dream destination of hers, and then during the trip, that’s when you propose to her,” she suggested.
Bucky furrowed his eyebrows as a way to show that he was thinking. He was thinking about whether you had ever mentioned dream destinations to him in the past. Most likely, you probably had. While he was thinking about it, Ava all of a sudden walked into the kitchen.
‘What’s going on over here?” She asked Bucky and Yelena when she approached them both at the kitchen island.
“Bucky’s proposing,” Yelena said to Ava.
Ava’s jaw dropped a little. She was shocked, but excited at the time that Bucky was planning to propose to you. “No way,” she exclaimed. “When?”
“As soon as I can figure out a destination where I can do the proposal,” Bucky said.
“What about Red Rock State Park in Sedona, Arizona?” Ava suggested.
Bucky and Yelena just looked at each other with confused looks plastered on their faces. They thought that it was so random that Ava randomly brought that location up. Ava noticed that both of them were confused by what she said.
“Y/N recently brought up that place to me when she and I were talking the other day, that's why.”
“That could work,” Bucky said.
“Yeah, it could,” Yelena agreed with Bucky.
For the rest of the evening, Bucky did research about Red Rock State Park. While Yelena and Ava decided to start looking up wedding photographers in the magazine catalogs that Bucky had on the kitchen island. He was glad that Yelena and Ava were there to help him plan this proposal. He can't wait to see the whole outcome of it. He can't wait to propose to you.
Elliott sat hunched forward, eyes fixed on the ring in his fingers, he slid it off and onto his finger slowly, most days he didn’t even wear it anymore. how could a marriage built on love be tested like this? he didn’t know and you didn’t have the answer either but he was watching it fall apart right before him.
he remembered the vows you both had said to one another
“… to love you to the end of my days, to grow with you and not apart, to make my accomplishments ours, and your challenges mine, and to love you deeply and honestly.”
each word feeling heavier than the last. he could still picture you standing across from him, your hands trembling in his, tears threatening to spill while you laughed through them. you had looked at him as though there wasn’t a place on earth you would rather be. back then, he had believed nothing could touch what the two of you had built.
he stared at the ring. his thumb brushed over the inside where your wedding date had been engraved. for a moment, it was just him, the ring, and the memory of a life that suddenly felt impossible to reach. his heart ached in the worst way possible. it wasn’t the kind of pain that came from exhaustion. this settled deep in his chest and refused to leave.
he was hurting and somehow he knew you were hurting even more. he hated himself for that. because no matter how many people told him deployment was hard on every couple, no matter how many stories he had heard about marriages surviving months or years apart, he couldn’t stop thinking that this was his fault.
he had chosen this. he had looked you in the eyes and promised that the distance would never come between the two of you and now it had. he remembered your last night together painfully clear.
fresh tears welled in your eyes. he felt it instantly the subtle shake of your body, the warm wet streak down your cheek and he buried his face in your neck with a tight inhale, arms wrapping tighter around your back
"No baby... please" he breathed, "Don't cry, not now. I'm going to be okay. I promise you. I'll come home."
you let the tears fall, wet and hot against your cheek
he kissed the corner of your eye, then your cheek, then down to your jaw.
"I'll come back safe alright?" he murmured, nuzzling close. "you're all I want. I'll still love you, just like this. just as much. more. I'll write, I'll call, I'll do anything and everything. no time, nothing's going to change that."
you sniffled into his neck, voice trembling as you whispered, "I know Elliott..." your hands gripped at his back desperate, not letting go.
"but I just love you so much" you breathed
his whole body softened against yours, the slow twitch of his cock inside, still in your filled pussy. he held you tighter. kissed your cheek again, over and over, until the tears became messy between both of you and neither knew whose they were
"I know" he whispered, "and I love you."
he had whispered every promise he could think of and he had believed every word. now he wasn’t sure how he could stand by his vows when he felt like he had already failed you as a husband. a husband was supposed to be there. he was supposed to know when you had a bad day. he was supposed to see you at your worst and still love you unconditionally. he was supposed to hold your hand during dinners and complain about grocery shopping and help fold laundry that never seemed to end. but instead, he existed through letters and pictures sent back and forth because it was easier than admitting how lonely you both were.
he missed the ordinary parts of loving you. he missed waking up and seeing your side of the bed empty because you had already gotten up. he missed hearing you hum. he missed the way you would reach for his hand without thinking about it. the little things had become the things he missed most.
he sucked in a shaky breath, the air felt heavy. he looked around once. then twice. the others were busy. conversations drifted in the distance, muffled. no one was paying attention to him.
good. he wasn’t sure he could handle anyone seeing him like this. his father had always told him that some things stayed private. that men carried their burdens quietly, that people looked to them for strength. he had spent years convincing himself that strength meant keeping everything inside.
but you had never believed that. the first time you had seen him cry had been after the funeral of a close friend of his.
he remembered sitting in the driver’s seat of his car, unable to move. you hadn’t asked questions, you hadn’t told him to calm down. you simply waited. he lasted thirty seconds before he broke. afterwards, embarrassed, he apologized.
you had frowned at him. “For what?”
“For… this.”
you reached over and took his hand. “Crying doesn’t make you any less of the man I fell in love with.”
he laughed bitterly. “You might change your mind.”
“I won’t.”
“You can’t know that.”
you squeezed his hand. “Elliott, trust me to carry some of the weight too.”
no one had ever said something like that to him. no one had ever made him feel like he didn’t have to carry everything alone.
only you. only with you would he let himself cry.
now he was alone. his vision blurred. he stared down at the ring on his finger. the gold caught the light. he remembered how nervous he had been shopping for it. he must have walked into a dozen jewelry stores before he found one that felt right. the salesperson had asked him what he was looking for.
he answered without thinking. “Something she’ll wear forever.”
forever. what a terrifying word. forever was easy to believe in when you were standing together in front of family and friends. it was easy when every problem could be solved by reaching across the bed and holding the other person.
forever was harder when conversations ended because time ran out, when misunderstandings sat unanswered for days or when loneliness grew into resentment before either of you realized it.
he closed his eyes. he could still hear your last phone call. you had sounded tired, more tired than usual.
“You’ve been quiet” you had said.
“I know.”
“Did something happen?”
he had said no. not because something had happened but because he couldn’t find the words. he was exhausted and homesick.
he felt himself slipping further away from the life the two of you had built but he couldn’t tell you that. he didn’t want you carrying that burden too.
then you had gone quiet. “Elliott…”
“Yeah?”
“I feel like I’m losing you.”
his chest tightened. “You aren’t.”
“But I don’t know what’s going on in your life anymore.”
he had looked at the floor. “I don’t know what’s going on in yours either.”
the silence that followed had hurt more than any argument.
“I don’t want to lose you Elliott.”
god, neither did he. he covered his face with one hand. the first tear slipped free before he could stop it. then another. his breathing became uneven. months of guilt and loneliness came crashing down all at once. he cried quietly not because he was weak but because he missed his wife.
“I’m sorry” he whispered into the empty air. he wasn’t even sure who he was talking to. you. himself? maybe both.
his shoulders shook. “I’m sorry I don’t know what to say anymore.” the words sounded small.
“I’m sorry if I made you think I stopped loving you.”
the thought alone was unbearable because the truth was so painfully simple. he still loved you. he loved you enough that losing what you had built felt like losing part of himself.
he sat there for a long time. he looked up and realized the world around him hadn’t changed, the distant voices were still there, the sky looked the same. he looked down at the wedding band still resting on his hand. sowly, he turned it once around his finger. the tears fell hot against his cheeks. he squeezed the ring tightly in his palm until the edges dug into his skin, welcoming the sharp sting. it was easier to focus on that than the ache in his chest.
his other hand came up to cover his mouth, muffling the choked breaths that kept escaping him. he had spent so long holding everything together. for everyone else, for the people around him. especially for you.
every call, every message, every strained conversation, he had forced a smile into his voice because he thought that was what a husband was supposed to do. you already carried enough worry. the last thing he wanted was for you to hear the fear in him. so he lied, he said everything was fine. and maybe that was where he had gone wrong.
deep down, in the quiet place he refused to acknowledge, he hoped you were still his. it was a selfish thought.
you were not something to own, you were the woman he had fallen hopelessly in love with. the woman who had stood across from him and promised forever. he hoped you still slept on his side of the bed when the nights got lonely. he hoped you still kept the framed wedding photo on the dresser. he hoped, hoped so many things. but hope left room for doubt. What if you had stopped wearing your ring too? what if you had moved on?
he hated that thought. he hated himself even more for thinking it. you had never given him a reason not to trust you. not once. the problem wasn’t trust, the problem was distance. distance let the mind wander to places the heart never wanted to go. he let out a broken sound somewhere between a sigh and a sob.
that last night with you played in his mind constantly. you clung to him, arms coming up tight around his neck, and he dropped lower, chest now flush against yours, his weight warm as his face dipped into the crook of your neck.
your sobs broke through now, quiet and helpless, muffled into the curve of his shoulder. but his thrusts never stopped.
he thrusted into you his cock gliding through your pussy filling you up every time. he murmured into your neck, speaking the words into the wet curve of your skin between soft kisses
"I'll come back. I promise."
"I love you so much. so fucking much."
"No one else just you. always you."
you whimpered, voice shaking into his ear. "I don't want you to go..."
"I know baby" he breathed, thrusting deep again, groaning softly at the way you clenched around him. "I know."
he let your tears wet his shoulder. let your sobs shake through his body. let your pussy tighten helplessly around him with each trembling cry, your body clinging to him in every way arms, legs, pussy tight around his cock, tears soaking into his skin
the memory killed him because he wasn’t sure he had been choosing you lately. more fresh tears slipped down his face.
he lowered his head. the ring was still trapped in his fist. he slowly opened his hand. the gold band rested against his palm; small, simple. it looked insignificant. and yet it carried years of memories. he would trade anything for one more normal evening. one more argument. one more chance to hear you call his name from the other room.
he missed you so much it felt impossible to breathe. he rubbed at his eyes, trying to pull himself together. the tears wouldn’t stop. he was so alone. he closed his fingers around the ring one last time. his breathing finally slowed. he looked at the ring in his hand
‘to grow together
to carry each other’s burdens
to love deeply and honestly
he had forgotten the last part
to love honestly.’
and maybe honesty meant admitting he felt like he was loosing you, it also meant telling you that he still woke up every morning loving you just as much as he had the day he married you.
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summary: Jay ends up getting shot during a shootout with a murder suspect
warnings: whump, pregnancy, established relationship, marriage, gunshot, angst, crying, losing lots of blood, mention of bullets, mention of guns, mention of shootout, slight mention of abuse, slight mention of manipulation, mention of hospital, mention of surgery, mention of recovery from surgery, pet names. if i missed anything, please let me know!
word count: 2.2k+
a/n: this is my first time ever writing a whump fic, so please bare with me if this isn’t the greatest😅also thank you @auroralightsthesky for proof reading this for me!
Unfortunately, Jay got called into work for the night. Voight called, explaining to him that they caught a case. Jay didn’t want to go to work, but he had to. He knew that the case wasn’t going to solve itself. Jay also knew that Voight needed all the help he could get since Kim and Adam were on vacation, so all that was left were him, Hailey, Kevin, and Vanessa Rojas.
“Please be careful while you’re solving this case. Okay?” you said to Jay before he walked out of your shared room.
“I will,” Jay reassured you. He walked up to your side of the bed, planted a kiss on the top of your head, and placed a hand on your swollen belly. You were twenty-four and a half weeks pregnant with your first baby girl. You and Jay were originally planning to wait until the birth of your baby to find out the gender, but that changed. You and Jay couldn’t wait any longer, so when your doctor told you that you were having a girl. You two were beyond excited. You two can’t wait to meet your daughter.
“I guess it's just us now,” you said to your belly after Jay left your shared bedroom. You felt a light kick back. It felt like your baby girl heard what you said and was responding to you. The gesture made you smile.
———
“What’s the case?” Jay asked when he arrived at the location of the case. The case took place at a home. When he entered the living room of the home, he saw that Hailey and Vanessa were both examining the crime scene while Voight was walking around the house, most likely examining other areas of the house.
“Homicide,” Hailey answered. “Parents were the main targets. Their daughter, Lilah was left unharmed,” she stated. “By the looks of it, the intruder didn’t even go inside her room.”
“Where’s the girl?” Jay asked Hailey. Jay was already having certain feelings towards this case. Even though his baby girl hasn’t been born yet, he’s starting to think of her. He can’t imagine what emotions the little girl is feeling right now, or if she even knows what’s going on.
“She’s getting checked out at Chicago Med,” Rojas spoke up. “Kevin is with her,” she added.
“Okay,” Jay nodded his head. “Where exactly was the girl hiding?” He then asked them.
“She was found in the closet,” Voight answered this time. He walked up to where Jay, Hailey, and Vanessa were standing in the living room.
Jay just nodded his head at what Voight said. He didn’t have much to say due to his feelings at the moment. No one blamed him though. He had every right to feel a certain way, but he also had to keep his emotions under control. His emotions couldn't get in the way of his job.
———
Everyone was finally back at the station trying to figure out the case. So far, they don’t have any leads. They weren’t sure who could be behind this brutal murder. They were hoping that sooner or later, they could get a lead on the case.
“What’s the update on the case?” Voight asked when he came up the stairs after talking to Trudy.
“We still don’t have any leads or suspects,” Hailey answered. “The only information we have is about the family, and who they are.”
“Yeah, the mom, Grace, age thirty-three, worked at a local bridal shop. While the dad, Jacob, age thirty four was a history professor at Chicago State University,” Jay said as he placed the pictures of the couple on the whiteboard.
“There has to be something,” Voight said as he looked around to everyone who was in the bullpen. “Look deep into their life. Maybe one of them had something against them, and wanted to get revenge on them. Or maybe start bringing in family members of the couple, and talk to them. Maybe one of them can give us something useful to help us solve this case,” he explained to all of them.
“Got it, boss,” Kevin was the one to answer for the group.
———
After two and a half hours of searching for any hard evidence that could point the team in the right direction of who was behind the murder. They finally found something. They ended up finding that the wife, Grace, had an ex-boyfriend who ended up abusive and manipulative towards her. Grace had him arrested and sent to prison for a while, but he got released a few months ago and ended up moving to Chicago. It took the team so long to find this information since it happened in a whole different state, so it was a completely different jurisdiction.
———
When the team arrived at Grace’s ex-boyfriend's house. Right off the bat, it went downhill. The ex-boyfriend, Michael started having a shootout with all of them. They all quickly headed back to their unmarked cars to shield themselves. While the bullets were going off though, eventually the team stood up to try to get a shot at the ex-boyfriend. When Jay decided to do that, things got even worse. Jay ended up getting hit by one of the many bullets that the ex-boyfriend was shooting off. The bullet ended up hitting him on the left side of his waist right where his bulletproof vest ends.
“Oh my goodness, Jay,” Hailey shouted as she looked down next to her and saw that Jay had fallen to the ground. Hailey could feel her heart drop into her stomach. She can’t believe that she just saw her work partner get shot. Hailey quickly put her gun back into her holster and crouched down next to Jay. Hailey threw off the flannel she was wearing and started to apply pressure to the wound, “Jay. It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay. You have to fight through this. You have a daughter to meet in three months. Stay with me,” she said. Hailey had panic running through her body. Hailey grabbed her radio from her waistband. “50-21 Henry. Send me an ambulance to my location. I have an officer down. I repeat, officer down,” she spoke into her radio.
“Ambulance 61 is on the way to your location,” Hailey heard dispatch say back to her through the radio.
“The ambulance is on their way,” Hailey said to Jay. Hailey had to keep talking to Jay, so that he would focus on her voice and not end up falling asleep. That’s the last thing she wanted him to do.
While Hailey was waiting for the ambulance to arrive, Vanessa and Kevin went after the ex-boyfriend. It seemed like the moment Jay got shot, that's when Michael stopped shooting at the team and took off through his backyard and through the alley that was behind his house. Hailey was hoping that the two of them would end up getting the ex-boyfriend. He deserves to go back to prison after what he just did.
———
It didn’t take long for Gabby and Leslie to show up at the scene. Hailey was glad about that. She wasn't sure how much longer she could have applied pressure to Jay’s gunshot wound since he lost so much blood because of it.
“We can take it from here,” Gabby said when her and Leslie approached where Hailey was. Hailey stood back up and let them do what they had to do to save Jay’s life.
———
You were in bed rewatching Star Wars: Return of the Jedi. You weren’t quite tired, so you thought that maybe watching one of your favorite movies would help you fall asleep. While you were rewatching the movie, your phone started to ring. You quickly grabbed the remote and paused the TV. When you looked at the caller ID, you noticed that it was Chicago Med calling you. You felt panic run through your body. You didn’t want to answer the phone, but you had to. You know that the only reason they could be calling is because of Jay.
“Hello?” you answered the call.
“Y/N, It’s Will,” he said from the other side of the phone. You immediately knew that something was off by the way Will sounded. You could feel your heart rate start to increase. “It’s Jay,” he sighed.
“What happened? Is he okay?” you asked him.
“He’s been shot, Y/N.”
You felt your heart drop into your stomach. You couldn’t believe what Will just told you. You started to feel so many emotions at the same time.
“Will. Please tell me that he’s going to make it,” you pleaded. “I can’t lose him. He needs to make it. He has a daughter that he needs to meet in about three months.” You could feel tears start rolling down your cheeks. You can’t imagine losing Jay. He was your everything.
“We don’t know yet,” Will sighed on the other side of the phone. “He’s still in surgery.”
“I’m coming down there.”
You didn't give Will a chance to say anything back. You hung up on him and ended up calling your closest friend, Mary, to give you a ride to Chicago Med. Without thinking twice, she was fine with taking you to Med, so that you can be there when you get any new updates about Jay.
———
When you entered the waiting room of Chicago Med, you saw Kevin, Vanessa, Trudy, and Hailey all sitting down. Voight was nowhere in sight. You weren't sure if he was back at the station telling the Chief what happened, or giving the person who shot your husband a hard time right now. Hailey was the one who met eyes with you though when you walked in.
“Y/N,” she said when she got up from her seat.
“Is he still in surgery?” your voice cracked.
“Yes,” Hailey nodded her head. “Why don't you come and take a seat with us until we get some news on Jay?” Hailey suggested as she grabbed your hand and led you a few feet to where she and the others were sitting. You ended up taking a seat between her and Trudy. The moment you sat down, you felt Trudy grab your hand and give your hand a light squeeze. You knew she was doing it in a comforting manner, and basically letting you know that she’s there for you.
———
About an hour passed when suddenly Doctor Rhodes came into the waiting room, that’s when you sat more straight up in your chair while everyone else stood up from their seats.
“What’s the news, Rhodas?” Hailey was the one to ask him the question that they had been dying to ask ever since Jay went into surgery.
Connor sighed, “It was touch and go. He did end up losing lots of blood, but thankfully, we got the bullet out,” he explained.
Everyone, including yourself, let out a sigh of relief. Granted, it was touch-and-go, and Jay lost lots of blood due to the gunshot. You were glad that he fought through it, and came out alive
“Can I go see him then?” you asked Connor.
“Yes, you can,” he nodded his head.
Hailey helped you stand up from your chair. “Do you want me to walk with you to Jay’s room?” she offered.
“Yes, please.”
———
When you walked into the room that Jay was in, he was awake and he was sitting up in his hospital bed. He noticed you walk in with Hailey.
“Baby,” he whispered loud enough for you to hear him.
The moment Jay said that pet name to you. That’s when you started crying again. For a split second when Jay was in surgery, you thought you would never hear him call you that name again. You were glad that Jay was right in front of you. You were glad that he gets to go home with you whenever the doctor signs off on it.
You waddled over to Jay’s hospital bed and stood next to the railing.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Hailey gave you both a light smile and walked out of Jay’s hospital room.
“Thank you,” you mouthed to her before she was out of your sight.
You turned your attention back to Jay. “I was so worried that you weren’t going to make it,” you sniffled. “I don’t know what I would have done if the surgery didn’t go well,” you shook your head.
“Hey, but it did,” Jay said as he reached to hold your hand. “I’m fine,” he reassured you. “The doctor said I can go home tomorrow morning, and I get the next two weeks off from work now, so I’m not leaving your side anytime soon,” he gave you a comforting smile to help you ease your emotions.
“Good,” you laughed lightly.
“Come here,” Jay said as he motioned with his head, inviting you to sit in his hospital bed with him. You went ahead and sat. You instantly place your head on Jay’s shoulder. You and Jay just sat in silence. You were glad that he’s going home tomorrow morning. You know that it’s going to be rough for Jay since recovery is going to take time, but eventually he’ll be back at work. For now, you get to have him all to yourself.
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