#intelligence unit

pairing: Jay Halstead x Female Reader

requested: no

word count: Less than 600

warnings: kidnapping, guns, child endangerment, emotional distress, restrained but intense angst

summary: When Jay comes home to a house that’s too quiet and a detail his wife (the reader) would never overlook, he knows instantly something is wrong. As Intelligence races to find the reader and their four-year-old twins, Jay has to hold himself together long enough to bring his family home.

The house is too quiet.

Jay doesn’t notice it at first.

He’s halfway through texting you, “ Walking through the front door.” when he pushes open the front door.

“Boys?” he calls casually, toeing off his boots.

Silence.

That’s not unusual. Sometimes you take them upstairs for baths early. Sometimes cartoons are blaring.

But tonight? Nothing.

He steps further inside.

And then he sees it.

The back door.

Cracked open.

Jay freezes.

You never leave it open, at all. Not after everything. Not with two four-year-olds who think the world is one big playground.

His voice tightens.

“Babe?”

Still nothing.

He moves fast now, clearing rooms instinctively, weapon drawn, heart in his throat.

Kitchen, empty.

Living room, toys scattered, couch pillows knocked sideways.

And then he sees the thing that makes his blood go cold.

One of the twins’ shoes.

Just one.

Dropped in the middle of the hallway.

You would never let them go outside without both shoes on.

Ever.

Jay’s breathing changes.

He moves toward the stairs.

Halfway up, he sees it.

Your phone.

On the third step, cracked.

You never leave without your phone.

Not with the boys.

His hand shakes as he picks it up.

There’s a smear on the screen.

He doesn’t let himself think about what it might be.

He pulls out his own phone.

“Voight,” he panics the second it connects.

“Yeah?”

“They’re gone.”

A beat.

“What?”

“Y/N, the boys. House is cleared. Backdoor was left open. Her phone’s here. Something happened.”

He hears chairs scraping in the background.

“We’re on our way.”

Jay lowers the phone slowly.

He stares at the hallway.

His mind is working, calculating entry points, timing, neighbors’ cameras.

But underneath it?

Something animal.

Something terrified.

“Hold it together,” he mutters to himself.

Because if he doesn’t?

He won’t survive this.

-

It’s dark.

Concrete walls.

The twins are tied together back-to-back with soft zip ties — scared but not gagged.

You kneel in front of them.

Your own wrists bound.

“Hey,” you whisper softly. “Look at me. Look at Mommy.”

Their eyes are wet.

“They’re going to come get us, right?” one of them sniffles.

You swallow the fear clawing at your throat.

“Yes.”

Absolute certainty in your voice.

“Daddy always comes.”

One of the men laughs from behind you.

“You sound really confident.”

You turn your head slowly.

Because you will not let him see you break.

“I’m sure of it.”

-AT THE DISTRICT

Camera footage finally hits the screen.

A black SUV, three masked men, you fighting.

Jay’s jaw clenches when he sees it.

You swing first.

Of course you do.

One of the boys tries to run.

You throw yourself over him.

Jay exhales sharply.

“She kept them behind her,” Burgess whispers.

Voight looks at Jay.

“You raised them strong.”

Jay’s voice is tight.

“She did.”

-

One of the men kneels in front of you.

“You know who your husband is messing with?”

You stare at him.

“Noone. He’s clean. He's a good guy. He was in the rangers.”

The man grabs your chin roughly.

“That’s cute. You sure?”

You don’t flinch.

“Positive.”

He squeezes your face, harder.

“You’re not scared?”

Your voice is steady.

“Try me.”

You pause.

Kenny Rixton x Voight/ reader

Warning: this story contains some strong languages and sexual content.

This is part two of Kenny Rixton One-shot, Enjoy !

Y/N paced her apartment like a madwoman. Her mind was a mess, a storm of emotions swirling in every direction.

Kenny’s words kept repeating in her head. I made a mistake letting you go.

He meant it. She saw it in his eyes, felt it in the way he spoke. But it didn’t erase the years apart, the pain, the unanswered questions.

She loved him.

That was the part that made her crazy. That was the part she couldn’t ignore, no matter how hard she tried.

“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath, gripping the edge of her kitchen counter.

As stated before: no, no one asked me to write this. Yes, I thought about all this. Yes, I’m doing listening excersizes (just like in junior high aaaaaaalllllll over again) for the dialogues.

Warnings: foul language, might be some medical inconsistencies.

CHAPTER 2

I had just parked outside of the 21st District’s Police Department, my brother’s phone in my passenger’s seat on top of my coat. I cozied up before getting out of my car.

That idiot doesn’t lose his head because God was nice enough to super-glue it to his neck.

I made my way inside and notice the woman at the desk, she looks imposing, a woman with authority.

She must be the desk Sergeant.

I made my way over to her, a polite smile on my face.

“Hi, I’m intern Dr. Lillian Halstead… my brother works here.” I say to her, she looks at me, genuinely shocked.

“I wasn’t aware Chuckles had a sister.” she said, I snorted at her nickname for my brother.

“Chuckles? That’s a good one Sergeant…” I read her name tag “Platt. Pleasure to meet you.” I added.

“Pleasure’s mine. So, what did Chuckles do now?” she asked, I pulled out his phone.

“Idiot forgot this at my place last night when he left after watching the game together.” I say, the woman let out a hearty laugh.

“Men and their sports.” she said, then she looked at me again. “Come on, we’re going up through the back, I heard those knuckleheads will be back any minute now.” she said, coming out from behind the desk, asking someone to cover for her and nodding with her head for me to follow.

We went around the back and went upstairs to the locker rooms, we exchanged numbers and she went back to the desk. I heard everyone come back and Antonio comment on the things they’d missed, then Sergeant Hank Voight gave some orders for the guys to go out again.

“Actually, I think I'm gonna do this by myself, O.” said the new guy, Atwater

“Oh hey, everyone, Atwater's been in the unit two minutes and already he's put himself in charge.” said detective Olinsky, Jay had told me about him.

Everyone started clapping and I did too, decided it was time to show myself.

“I’m not even in this unit and I know one of its most important rules.” everyone turned to look at me, even Voight, who had started to make his way to -what I assume is- his office, I had taken off my winter coat and had my lab coat on top of my blue scrubs. Jay looked surprised to see me there.

“And what’s that rule kiddo?” asked the sergeant, I smirked.

“Whatever Sergeant Voight says goes.” I said, he let out a small chuckle.

“Smart girl.” Voight said, then Jay spoke.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked.

“You left something very important at my place last night.” I answered.

“No I didn’t.” he said, I could see everyone following our conversation as if it was a tennis match.

“Yes you did.”

“I would’ve notice it.”

This man.

“Alright smartass, could you maybe call me? I think I left my phone in the car.”

Jay reached to his front right pocket, then to his left, then both his back pockets with a face of pure terror. He sat down, open his drawers and, alas, no phone. I decided to have mercy on him. I pulled out his phone from my lab coat pocket.

He look at it, sighed in relief and walked over to me.

“I guess I did forget something. Thanks.” he said, reaching out his hand for the phone.

“Fully charged and updated.” I slapped his hand away and gave him a serious look. “Please, for the love of God, don’t loose or break it. Remember that I gifted it to you for Christmas last year.” I added.

“I’m not that careless.” Lies!

“Tell that to your previous three phones!”

“Colateral damage during UC ops.” I slapped him behind the head this time. “Ow! Sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t begin to cut it when it comes to that. You know I worry, and yet, you go and still do UC work. You’ll make me go gray before my time!” I exclaimed, I heard some snorts and laughs.

“You brought me my phone back, charged and updated, for that I’m gonna hug you.” he warned me, I shrugged and accepted the hug. “I’m gonna lift you.” I panicked at that.

“What? No. Jay-!” he wouldn’t let me go.

“Ready? On three. One…”

“Don’t you dare Halstead!” I warned.

“Two.”

“I swear to God! Jason!” he ignored me again.

“Three!” and true to his word, his hands went to my hips, and he lifted me, turning us both around. I started laughing along with him.

“Ok, ok, I give. I give! Jay!” I said in between laughs, then he placed me back on the ground, he tighten his hold on me, leaving a kiss on my forehead.

“I love you, you know that right?” he asked me, I snorted.

“I could say the same thing to you.” I said, we pulled apart and I finally gave him his phone. He pocketed it.

“Gonna introduce us to the pretty lady?” asked, who I can only guess is, Ruzek.

“You haven’t told them about me?” I say in a fake offended tone, Jay let out a sigh.

“Drama Queen.” he mutter under his breath, then spoke in a normal voice. “Alright, everyone. This is my baby sister, Lilly Halstead. She’s finishing her internship at Lakeshore.” he said.

“There’s two of you?!” asked Ruzek in disbelief.

“Yeah… and I’m the prettier one out of the two of us.” I say in a stage whisper, he pushes my head to the side, I laugh.

“We’re both good looking. Let’s leave it at that.” he said, I nodded. Just then, my phone ringed. I raised my finger to signal I’d take the call

“Dr. Halstead.” I answered.

“Where in God’s name are you?” it was my attending, pissed.

Shit.

“As I asked you before leaving. I said I had to go and deliver my brother’s phone to him. I’m at his place of work.” I said, taking a deep breath, I could feel everyones eyes on me.

“I never gave you permission to go.” My expression showed my frustration and annoyance.

“Yes you did. If you’d actually been listening instead of checking half of the female interns’s asses-”

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that. I’m your attending, and I could very well punish you for that sentence.”

“You gave me permission to leave.” I repeated.

“I did not. I want you back at the hospital. Now.”

“You have no idea who my brother is, do you?” I asked him, done with his attitude.

“No, and I don’t care.”

“You should Dr. Hobber… you should. By the way, how’s your wife? Does she know that you’re cheating on her?” everyone’s eyes, even Voight’s, were as wide as saucers at my question.

“Excuse me? How dare you-?” hes started to defend himself, I cut him off.

“Does she know that you do it with girls who are half her age? And how are your kids? I hear your eldest had a big soccer game last week? Is he still going to go to that private elementary school you bragged about?” I asked him, tone denoting my smirk.

“Halstead, don’t try me, you know I just need to say a bad comment about you and you’re out.”

“You even dare to go after my internship and I swear to God I’ll ruin your life… guess having a CPD detective working in the Intelligence Unit, for a brother does wonders to your observation skills.”

“Wait what? Your brother’s a cop? Halstead-!!” I hung up on my boss.

“And that is how you deal with your jackass of an attending.” I said, everyone clapped, I gave small bows. “Thank you, thank you, but I really gotta go. I bet he’ll want to have my ass for this.”

“Hey, he tries anything and I’ll swing by, badge on full display so he knows to back off. Maybe even add the bulletproof vest.” Jay said.

“Even I can pay you a visit.” Voight said, we all turned to him, shocked.

“Really?” asked Erin, my brother’s partner.

“Yeah. Put the fear of God in him. Show him no one messes with one of our own.” I was impressed by that.

“Thanks guys, I really appreciate it, but I have a folder about yay big with all the evidence of this guy being the worst kind of scumbag. It includes pictures, testimonies, forwarded screenshots, and a recorded phone conversation transcript between him and one of the girls who wants him out, pretty much everything to get HR to fire him.” I said, giving an estimate size with my fingers. Jay side hugged me and kissed my temple.

“That’s my girl.” he said, I smiled.

After another quick hug and promises of a drink later that day, I left the precinct back to the hospital. As soon as I parked back at the hospital staff’s parking lot, I took out the folder from it’s safe place.

“Show time.” I said to myself and walked inside, straight to the administrator’s office.

"Al, let me see your eyes"

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