#jay halstead

He shot you a dirty look before picking up the paper ball that had fallen onto his laptop and throwing it back at you. You, however, weren’t taken aback and managed to catch it.

“Sorry, Miss Detective, but I haven’t gotten a master’s degree in hieroglyphics yet, so next time please write in English.”

You pressed your lips together because — you hated to admit it — that joke almost made you laugh. Almost.

You and Jay had been working together in Intelligence for years, having joined the team a year after him. You couldn’t exactly call your relationship with Jay idyllic, not the kind of relationship you had between friends. In fact, you bickered more often than you were ‘at peace.’

You didn’t mind, though. It’d be an exaggeration to say you hated Jay, he wasn’t the most pleasant company sometimes either, but he was a solid partner, and for some strange and absurd reason, your partnership worked and it worked very well.

Whether in the field, during interrogations, or on undercover missions, you and Jay had a connection that would’ve had a hard time believing.

It was true, you bickered often, you almost never agreed, there wasn’t a moment when one of you didn’t say something the other didn’t respond to with a stinging, sarcastic retort. You were both stubborn as mules, your personalities clashed like lightning and thunder, but outside the unit, you knew you could count on him, and he on you. And that would never change.

Before you could respond to his answer—and by respond, you meant throwing him the paper ball again—Voight’s gravelly voice urged you to stop wasting time and get to work right away.

You returned to the files on your desk, but not before glaring at Jay, who winked back at you, a mischievous smile plastered across his lips before he, too, resumed reading the report.

A wink. A damn wink.

Did you mention that one of the reasons you found Jay Halstead so damn annoying was that he was so handsome and attractive that it made your blood boil? Well, now you know.

It wasn't something you struggled to hide—you were the kind of person who managed to stay in control—but you hated the way that man seemed to make every cell in your body ignite with excitement, and how damnably drawn you were to him like a moth to a flame, despite him being unbearable most of the time.

The calm of the morning was suddenly interrupted when a case came in. Intelligence had been called following the kidnapping of the mayor’s son. Since it was a high-profit case, all the city’s attention was focused on it, and the entire police force was working on it.

The team worked day and night to bring Nate home, turning the boy’s and his father’s lives upside down. There were many suspects; there were many people who hated the mayor and who might have targeted the boy to get revenge on his father.

“It’s personal, of course. They made no calls, no ransom demands or money, no ‘don’t involve the police or your son is dead,’ whoever kidnapped Nate knew what they were getting into; they kidnapped him to directly attack the mayor,” Jay had said while the team was in the unit discussing the case. You glanced at Jay as he spoke, you sitting at your desk and he sitting on the edge of his, arms crossed over his chest. Voight nodded, agreeing with Halstead.

“And it’s a team effort. No one could kidnap the mayor’s son alone and go unnoticed,” Kim continued.

“We need to divide the tasks and we need to hurry, the boy’s life is hanging in the balance. Like Halstead said, it’s personal, so whoever kidnapped him won’t kill him until they get something from the mayor. This gives us some time to investigate possible suspects,” Voight intervened. “Atwater and Burgess interview all his friends and any possible witnesses. Ruzek and Upton locate nearby cameras and analyze the footage. Halstead and Y/Ln investigate the mayor’s background, threatening calls or letters, anything that might indicate a threat.”

You and Jay exchanged a look, and he wiggled his eyebrows, making you roll your eyes in annoyance before you stood up from your desk.

“I’ll drive,” Jay said as you headed to the car to talk to the mayor himself. The tension between you was palpable, but as usual, you suppressed it, trying to convince yourself it was just the tension from the case you were investigating.

Before you could respond, you saw him heading for the driver’s seat and huffed loudly, getting in the car yourself a few seconds later. “I’m perfectly capable of driving too, you know?”

Jay glanced at you, unconsciously taking a few extra nanoseconds to look at you as you put on your seatbelt. “I want to get to the destination alive, nothing personal.”

His gaze lingered for a moment on your profile, the line of your nose and jaw, the outline of your lips. It lasted almost literally a millisecond, and as soon as he saw you turning toward him, he immediately looked away, taking the car keys from his pants pocket and inserting them into the ignition.

“You didn’t just say that after I saved your life in that car chase last week.”

He laughed softly as he started the car, unable to resist looking at you again. “You’re never going to let it go, are you?”

A triumphant smile spread across your face, and Jay sucked in a breath. “No. Never.”

He remained still for a moment, one hand resting on the steering wheel. There was only a few moments of silence, during which the only sound echoing was that of the engine having just started. Every trace of your teasing smiles had vanished from your faces as your eyes met, his deep, searching ones staring at you, studying you with such intensity you almost looked away.

But you didn’t.

And neither did he, not in that moment.

If Jay had looked down, he would’ve seen the way your fingers were gripping the edges of your jacket tightly, how your breathing had slowed, heavier, as if every breath of air was struggling to reach your lungs.

Jay wanted to say something, he knew exactly what, and he knew that if he did, nothing would be the same again, so he was the first to look away. He couldn’t look you in the eyes anymore, not when those irises seemed to want to suck him alive.

The silence hung heavy inside that cabin, filled with unspoken words and unexpressed thoughts.

As Jay drove, he tried to keep his focus on the road, on the case, and not on the woman sitting next to him, whose presence seemed to fill every space of his being.

But he couldn’t help but think about the fact that he didn’t always have the chance to look at you that closely, that often, if not from afar. He’d almost forgotten all those details of your face that he couldn’t admire from afar, every little imperfection and detail of your skin that made you unique.

Because from afar, he couldn’t notice those details. He could only look at you when you were talking to Kim, for example, while you were all together in the kitchen drinking that awful coffee, when you gesticulated with your hands while discussing something, looking at you furrow your brows when you were perplexed, highlighting the little wrinkles in the middle of your forehead.

He could only see how you tied your hair with a pencil when you didn’t have a ponytail, how strangely you held your pen while filling out case reports, how you threw your head back when you laughed heartily and had the habit of hitting the arm of anyone nearby. But he also saw when he occasionally caught you looking at him and how you blushed when he did, then pretended nothing was wrong or just gave him the middle finger out of spite.

“Planet Earth calling Halstead, are you still here among us mere mortals?” Your voice caught his attention, not even realizing how lost he was in his thoughts.

“Sorry, you’re so annoying my brain tuned out your voice for a moment,” he couldn’t help but retort, because if there was one thing he loved to do and looked forward to every day, it was to piss you off.

He couldn’t help but chuckle when you hit him on the arm. “Piece of shit.”

“Oh c’mon, I was just kidding. I was just thinking about the case. What were you saying?”

What a load of bullshit, buddy.

You started discussing the case, and that brief moment, that dangerous exchange of glances that had taken place only minutes before, seemed to have already faded into oblivion, and he tried to convince himself, trying to forget how much it had made his heart skip a beat.

A notification on your phone interrupted the conversation for a few seconds. about the case, and when you unlocked it, you saw a message and a missed call.

From Mr. Sanders:

Y/n, I tried calling you, but I assume you‘re at work. Call me as soon as you can, it’s important.

A feeling of anxiety made your stomach twist. Mr. David Sanders was a man in his fifties, elegant and refined in appearance, and he was your lawyer.

Jay glanced at you, noticing your momentary silence, frowning for a moment as he saw you quickly typing on your phone.

“Everything okay over there?” Jay began, breaking the silence.

You quickly locked the phone before putting it back in your jacket, immediately adopting your usual cheeky and provocative expression. “What’s up, Halstead? You afraid I’m cheating on you?”

But Jay knew you well. Too well, even though you’d never admit it and he knew something was bothering you.

He also knew you’d never tell him willingly, always wanting to put on the superhero mask that could solve everything on her own, no matter what the problem.

“Have any of you noticed anything strange? A suspicious car, any unusual behavior?” Jay asked, addressing the mayor directly once you reached his house.

“What the hell do you care about this? My boy is God knows where, and you’re wasting your time with these stupid questions?!”

"We understand your frustration and assure you that our team and the entire police force are working tirelessly to find your son, and we won’t stop until he comes home,” you replied, your voice calm, understanding a father's frustration and concern for his son. “But we have reason to believe this attack is personal, so anything you can tell us can help us find the man who did this and your son’s whereabouts.”

The mayor ran his hands over his face in frustration, getting up from the couch and pacing around the living room.

“I get threatening letters practically every week. It’s hard to keep track of them and separate the serious ones from the fake ones.”

“Were any of these letters particularly violent or specific? Anything that might indicate a premeditated plan?” Jay asked, his hands in his pockets as his eyes followed the mayor as he paced nervously around the living room.

He hesitated for a moment, as if considering it, then nodded. “There was a letter a couple of months ago. It was about revenge. It said I would pay with ‘what I love most.’ It was disturbing, but there was nothing concrete.” The mayor gasped, starting to cry desperately. “It’s my fault… I… My boy, my baby…”

You and Jay exchanged a meaningful look before he approached the mayor, placing a hand on his shoulder and steadying him. Your heart broke for that poor, broken family, unable to begin to imagine what they were going through. “It’s not your fault, okay? Look at me, Mr. King. Your son is fine. Whoever did this wants to make you suffer. They haven’t gotten what they really want yet, and if they still haven’t reached out, it means Nate is still alive; they won’t do anything to him without your knowledge. That’s the point of his kidnapping.”

The mayor wiped away his tears, nodding feebly. “I’ll give you the letter.”

Scanning it, you noticed that the language was indeed violent and specific, but the signature was only an initial: “R.”

Jay tilted his head, thoughtful, before turning to the mayor. “It seems personal, like we said before. Do you recognize that initial?”

“I-I don’t… I don’t know… It could be anyone. Like I said, I have a lot of enemies,” he replied.

“We’ll have our technicians analyze it right away. We’ll let you know as soon as we know anything,” you said. “We’ll find Nate.”

During the rest of the day, you worked tirelessly, but your mind was racing, and you hated yourself for realizing that none of it was directed at the case.

Your attention was focused solely on that message from Sanders, on what he had to tell you. When you called him, you were in the locker room. It was already seven in the evening, and with each ring, your heart was beating faster and faster.

“Hello dear, it’s nice to hear you, how are you?” Mr. Sanders answered.

“Good evening, Dave. I’m fine thank you. I’m sorry to bother you now, but I’m busy with work. There’s a case…”

“Oh yeah, that boy’s kidnapping, I suppose. Bad story.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “What did you want to talk about? It doesn’t take a detective to figure out it’s not something good.”

Sanders chuckled, but it was a bitter laugh, there was no humor behind it. “It’s about Marcus.”

Your breath caught for a moment. “What about him?”

“I’m so sorry, Y/n, I did everything in my power, but…” he sighed this time. “He got parole, he’s out of prison.”

“What?” You said, but it came out moreIt was like a whisper, and for a moment you prayed you’d misheard, that your brain hadn't processed those words correctly. “How is this possible? After everything he did... To those girls, those people... To me!”

You were furious, not at Sanders, but at the system that was supposed to protect you.

“I’m so sorry. He got a deal after leaking the names of several big people, and we’re not talking about just any people, but political figures, senators, doctors, lawyers, CEOs...”

“And obviously, some people’s names are worth more than justice.”

“I wish I could say you’re not right, but you know I’m on your side darling. I did everything I could,” he spoke. “But you’ll be safe, he’ll be monitored closely and the first mistake he makes he’ll be back in prison...”

You let out a bitter laugh, running a hand through your hair in frustration. “And you think that’ll stop him?” you snapped. “I have to go, Dave, thanks for letting me know.”

“Y/n, wait, how are you now?”

“I’ll be fine,” you muttered. You were brought back to Earth when the locker room door opened, revealing Jay with a tired, worn-out expression. “I have to go, bye.”

You ended the call and then casually tossed your phone into your bag, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

You’d be fine. Whatever happened, you’d be able to get through it, like you always did.

“I thought you’d left,” he spoke first as he looked while he approached his locker. He watched you pretend to search for something in your locker and immediately noticed how you constantly avoided his gaze.

“Apparently not yet,” you replied in a cold, distant tone.

Jay didn’t respond, but as he opened his locker, he continued to steal glances at you. Even a blind man could’ve noticed your tense posture, your frown, your heavy breathing, the way you avoided his gaze.

He’d noticed something had shifted since you’d gotten that call, but he tried to mind his own business, knowing that if he asked you anything, you’d probably just shoot him in the face.

“Well, see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, goodnight.”

Jay left, but not before giving you one last look. You weren’t looking at him; your eyes seemed to be focused on something undefined.

You sat in the locker room for an eternity as your mind replayed your last encounter with Marcus Kane, his angry shouts, the threats he’d scream at you.

“I’ll come back, you bitch! You’ll pay for what you did to me! If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll kill you!” He screamed as they handcuffed him and led him into the police car, and those were the last words you heard before you lost consciousness, submerged in a pool of your own blood.

Your hand instinctively went to the scar on your side as those words continued to echo in your own, as if they had been spoken only moments before, as if you could still feel the knife piercing your skin.

You left, closing the door behind you, hoping that all of this was just a nightmare.

Three days had passed since that call, and you continued working.

Nothing happened, you didn’t receive any threatening calls but you always watched your back, your gun always within reach even when you slept, or at least when you tried.

In three days, you’d probably slept five hours, and the fatigue was starting to set in. You were stressed, constantly on edge, you had the constant feeling that someone was following you, and you knew Marcus Kane was out there waiting for you; you could sense him waiting for the right moment to attack you.

For three days, you worked nonstop on the case, day and night, to bring Nate home. He was still alive; there was video evidence of the kidnapper forcing him to demand his own ransom, after beating him almost to death.

“You’re going to give yourself a heart attack with all that caffeine,” Jay said, leaning against the kitchen doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn’t expect to see you jump in fright, and he didn’t know whether to suppress a laugh or worry, because you weren’t the type of person who scared easily.

“You bastard,” you muttered in a not-so-low voice, not even looking at him, making him chuckle. “Thanks, but I didn’t ask for your medical advice, Halstead.”

“It was just an observation,” he commented, seeing the almost obsessive way you were stirring the sugar in your coffee.

“Well, go make observations somewhere else,” you replied, your back still turned toward him.

There was a brief moment of silence, as he continued to observe you, your stiff posture, the way you avoided looking him in the eye. Jay wasn’t stupid; he’d noticed this sort of change since you’d received that call. But he didn’t want to push you, he knew you’d withdraw even further.

You then turned to leave, but he pushed himself from the doorframe, preventing you from leaving. He noticed the slight tremor in your hand holding the cup and he couldn’t just act like nothing was happening. “Hey, are you okay?”

You sighed, your eyes still fixed on your cup before finally looking up at him. “I’m fine.”

A curt, mechanical reply, devoid of any emotion.

He looked at you for a few moments, his eyes fixed on yours almost as if he wanted to study you, as if he was searching for some way to extract the answers he knew he’d never voluntarily receive from you.

“Y/n. You’ve been fine for three days,” he replied, his voice tightening. “You’re not sleeping, you jump at the slightest noise. Whenever we’re out, all you do is look around.”

“You like me that much, huh?”

“I’m being serious, this isn’t you. What’s going on?”

Your jaw clenched. “You don’t know me well enough to decide what’s me and what’s not, do you?”

He let out a sigh, trying to keep his voice calm. “We’ve been working together for a while now, and I know fear when I see it.”

The silence that followed was heavy. You felt your throat tighten but swallowed hard, refusing to show it. “Drop it, Jay.”

He sighed again, realizing it’d be completely pointless to push any further. “Fine, do whatever you want.”

“Good.” And with that, you walked past him back to your desk.

-

The night air smelled of rain and tension, cold against your skin. The sound of water hitting the rusty metal of the warehouse provided a soft background, even soothing at times.

Through the earpiece, the team’s voices alternated with the crackling radio.

“Unit one in position.”

“Copy that.”

“Unit two.”

“Copy that.” Jay replied, ducking behind a stack of crates, his rifle ready. You were a little further ahead, your eyes fixed on the road, your fingers on your weapon, ready.

The money would be exchanged between the kidnapper and the mayor, and Intelligence was there, ready to capture the man and save the boy.

You kept looking around, nervous, impatient. Jay had noticed it, and he would be lying if he said it didn’t worry him.

“Breathe, Y/n,” Jay murmured, noticing the way you were trembling.

“I’m fine. I’m just cold, Halstead,” you replied, quickly glancing at him. Your clothes were now stuck on your skin, that much was true, and at other times you might’ve even been able to convince him, but not now, not with what had been happening to you lately.

“Let me know when you’ll believe it.”

You didn’t reply, but he knew you’d heard him.

“Target incoming,” Ruzek’s voice broke the silence.

A black van approached, its headlights now off, and stopped a few meters from the entrance to the old warehouse. Everyone was silent, their breath held, the rain being the only sound.

A man climbed out of the driver’s seat. He walked around the van and, instead of opening the door, remained standing there, his furious gaze fixed on the mayor standing a few meters away, the bag containing the money in his hands.

A mask covered his face so you couldn’t see him. But it didn’t matter, the plan was simple. Get eyes on the kid. Make the exchange. Take the man down.

But it wasn’t simple. It never was.

“Here’s your money, where’s my son?” The mayor’s voice was shaky.

“Give me my money first.”

“That wasn’t the deal. Give me my son and I’ll give you the money.”

The man pointed his gun at the mayor, and everyone stiffened, their weapons raised, ready for an order.

“Wait.” Voight ordered.

“You’ll pay for what you did to me,” the man retorted, and then the back doors of the van opened, but instead of the boy, two other masked men stepped out, both armed and their weapons ready to shoot.

“Gun!” Jay shouted, grabbing your arm and shoving you behind cover as the team spread out.

Your heart pounded in your ears.

Your eyes landed on the van and you saw a figure lying down in the back, you didn’t even know who it was. You didn’t think. You just moved.

Ignoring Jay’s warning, you broke from behind the crate, sprinting toward the van while bullets snapped past your head. The sound was deafening, every step a gamble. You almost reached it—

“Y/n!”

Jay’s voice cuts through everything. A second later, something hit you hard, him. He slammed into you, taking you down just as a bullet grazed the concrete where you’d been standing.

You hit the ground with a grunt, the impact knocking the breath from your lungs. Jay’s body covered yours, solid and heavy, his hand pressed against the back of your head to shield you as he returned fire.

For a moment, just a heartbeat, everything stilled.

The world narrowed to the smell of gunpowder and the sound of your ragged breaths tangled together. His eyes found yours, only inches away, fierce, terrified, and something else you couldn’t name.

Then his expression hardened.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” he snappep, still half-hovering over you. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?!”

“I—I saw him—”

“I don’t care!” he barked, voice sharp, chest rising and falling fast. “You move like that again, and you’re dead, do you hear me?!”

You swallowed hard, your pulse racing for reasons that had nothing to do with adrenaline. “Get off me.”

He hesitated — just for a second — before pushing himself up, still glaring at you as he scanned the perimeter.

The team closed in, the gunfire fading, suspects down, the boy saved, crying in his father’s arms. But Jay didn’t look away from you.

You brushed dirt off your vest, trying to ignore the sting in your arm where you’d hit the ground. “I had it under control.”

He lets out a low, humorless laugh, trying to keep his voice steady even if he was about to lose his mind. “Yeah. Sure you did.”

He walked off before you could answer, leaving you standing, breathing still shaking, and for some reason, the only thing you could think about was the look in his eyes when he’d covered you.

It wasn’t anger. It was fear.

The ride back was suffocatingly quiet and for the first time in your life you hated that Jay didn’t say anything, you hated he didn’t make his usual jokes just to piss you off, you hated he didn’t even look at you.

Streetlights flickered through the windshield, washing the inside of the car in flashes of yellow and shadow. The sirens had gone silent, replaced only by the steady hum of the tires on the asphalt.

You sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window, your hands still faintly trembling. Every time you blinked, you could see it again, the van doors bursting open, the muzzle flashes, the moment Jay threw himself over you.

He still hadn’t said a single word since you got in the car.

Not one.

And somehow, that was worse than him yelling.

Finally, his knuckles tightened around the steering wheel. “What the hell were you thinking out there?”

You didn’t turn. “I was just thinking about Nate, I saw him there…”

“You almost got yourself killed.”

“I had it under control.”

His jaw clenched. “No, you didn’t. For fucks sake stop lying to me and yourself, you did something stupid and for once in your fucking life admit it.”

Silence again thick and heavy. You swallowed hard, your voice lowering. “You don’t need to babysit me, Halstead. I can take care of myself.”

“What’s happening to you? Why are you acting like this?”

You turned at that, glaring at him. “You don’t know me. You don’t know what I’ve—” You stopped, realizing your voice had cracked. You looked away quickly, blinking hard.

You felt his eyes on you but you refused to look back, you weren’t able to look at him without breaking down.

Jay’s voice softened slightly, though frustration still edged it. “You’re right. I don’t know. But I know what I saw and... And it scared the hell out of me.”

That caught you off guard. You looked at him, but this time it was him who didn’t look back. He continued, his voice lower now, almost speaking to himself. “You can hate me all you want, but I’m not gonna stand there and watch you get yourself shot.”

You didn’t know what to say. The words tangled in your throat.

You wanted to be angry, to snap something back… But all you felt was exhaustion.

“You didn’t have to save me.”

He was glancing at you and for the first time he didn’t know what to say.

The rest of the drive passed in silence.

When he pulled up in front of your building, you reached for the handle, but his hand landed gently on your arm. “You should call someone to stay with you tonight. After what happened...”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Stop saying…”

“I said I’ll be fine,” you repeated, already opening the door. You stepped out before he could say anything else, the cold air biting at your skin, already frozen due to the soaked clothes.

Jay watched you until you disappeared inside, that same gnawing unease twisting in his gut for days.

Your mind had managed to not think about what was happening to you for a few hours, but in your home, alone, those thoughts hit you again like a raging river.

You just wanted to sleep, you wanted so badly to close your eyes and rest just for a little bit, but Marcus Kane was still out there, hiding in the shadows, ready to attack you. How could you rest?

It had been almost four days since that call, and you hadn’t known peace since. You knew he’d look for you, that it wouldn’t take him long to find you, and you hated it all. You hated this wait, you hated the fear, you hated being scared to death in your own home, the place where you should feel most safe, you hated even having to shower with your gun beside you.

The apartment was quiet, too quiet.

You’d just stepped out of the shower, towel-drying your hair as you walked into the living room. The air still smelled faintly of shampoo and coffee.

For once, you thought maybe you could finally breathe.

But then the lights flickered.

And you froze, a prickle crawled up your neck.

You turned slowly toward the window, your heart almost stopped when you realized the lock was undone.

You remembered locking it. You knew you had because you checked it as soon as you got home.

How the hell was that possible?

Your pulse started pounding, sharp and shallow. You set the towel down, reaching for your gun that you now carried everywhere.

And then a voice, that voice.

“I always told you that your pride would be your downfall, sweetheart.”

You spun around and there he was.

Marcus Kane.

He was older, meaner, eyes burning with the same kind of hate you’d seen the day he was dragged into custody.

He took a step toward you, smirking. “Didn’t think you’d actually make it easy for me,” he muttered, glancing around. “Nice place, by the way. Better than the dump where I found you playing the perfect girlfriend.”

“Stay back,” you warned, gun raised, while trying to keep your hands as still as possible. “Don’t take another step,” your voice steady, not wanting to show fear. That was what he enjoyed most, seeing his victims scared to death, but you didn’t want to show him, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“Oh, come on,” he said, voice dripping with mock affection. “After everything we’ve been through, you don’t even want to say hello?”

He didn’t even give you time to react.

The gun went flying as he slammed into you, both of you crashing into the coffee table but not before a shot landed in the void. Pain shot through your ribs as the wood cracked beneath you. He tried to pin you down, his forearm crushing against your throat, but you drove your knee into his side, hard.

He grunted, stumbled, and you scrambled to your feet, gasping. “You ruined my life!” he snarled, grabbing your wrist before punching you square in the face, making you step back. “Did you have fun pretending to fall in love with me? Making me trust you? You fucking bitch!”

You didn’t think, you just reacted.

It was your turn to punch him across the jaw, and you did it with all your strength, enough to make him stagger back.

He roared and swung again, but this time you were ready and dodged it. You shoved him back, grabbed the lamp from the side table, and smashed it against his head. He shouted, stumbled into the wall, enough for you to bolt toward the door. Or at least try.

He grabbed your hoodie, yanking you backward, and you felt the fabric tear, his breath hot against your ear. “Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart? We have unfinished business, you and I. You won’t get away that easily.”

You elbowed him in the side, and that was enough to make him loosen his grip around your neck, making it easy for you to turn toward him and punch him in the nose again. The crack was sickening, blood spraying as he cursed and fell to one knee.

You hit him in the face with your knee, with such force that he fell to the ground.

A kick to the stomach.

And another.

And another one.

And then you ran.

Down the hallway, out the door, barefoot, your heart thundering as his shouts echoed behind you.

You didn’t stop running, not when your feet hit the pavement, not when your shoulder screamed in pain, not when you realized you’d left everything behind except fear.

The TV was on, but Jay’s mind was focused on everything except the movie playing. He sipped occasionally from his beer bottle and couldn’t help but relive what had happened that day, the shooting, and you.

To be honest, he’d always had a hard time not thinking about you, even though he tried to convince himself otherwise.

What woke him from his reverie were loud knocks on the door, sharp, urgent.

He jumped and glanced at the clock: 12:47 AM.

Who the hell was that at that time?

He approached the door, and his heart almost stopped as he looked through the peephole.

He threw the door open, and there you were.

“Y/n...” he whispered, almost breathless, as his eyes scanned your body. You were soaked from head to toe, barefoot, your eyes wide open, tears mixing with the drops of water running down your cheeks, your body trembling. “What the hell—? Oh my god. What... What happened?”

A sob left your lips. “I… I don’t know where else to go…”

“Jesus Christ… Come here,” he without even thinking once pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your body. He didn’t care you were soaked from head to toe, he just wanted to hold you. “Shh, it’s okay… It’s all right, you’re safe now.”

To his surprise, you returned the hug, as you continued to sob, your fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt as if it was your lifeline.

In all the years he’d known you, he’d never seen you like this, ever.

“It’s okay, everything’s okay, I’m here, I won’t let you go,” he kept whispering as he stroked your hair and held you tightly against his chest.

His stomach twisted with a feeling he’d never experienced before, with a rage so strong he’d raze the entire city if he could.

“Hey, look at me,” he whispered softly, pulling away from that embrace just enough to look at you. You avoided his gaze, as you had been doing for the past couple of days. “Look at me.”

The first thing he noticed when you slightly lifted your head was the purple bruise forming on your cheek. He wanted so badly to caress you, to wipe away those tears he hated to see, but he didn’t, he didn’t want to scare you away, make you feel uncomfortable.

“Talk to me, please. Who did this to you?” His voice was soft, sweet—a tone he’d never used with you—even as he tried to mask the anger and fear he was feeling in that moment.

You shook your head, not saying a word.

“Okay, okay, it’s okay, you don’t have to tell me now, okay? Come inside.”

You didn’t say anything, simply letting him lead you into his house, his hand on the small of your back as if he feared you might disappear at any moment.

It was ironic that this was the first time you’d seen his apartment and it was because something horrible had happened to you.

“Do you want anything? Some water? I can get you some clean clothes. You can take a shower if you want.”

You nodded, though you didn’t answer any of his questions. Jay stepped away for a moment, his heart still pounding as he went to his room and grabbed a pair of clean pants and a shirt from the drawer, then a pair of clean slippers before joining you in the living room. He’d found you in the same position, standing, arms crossed over your chest, staring into space.

“Here you go, take all the time you need. The bathroom is down the hall on the right; you’ll find clean towels and robes there.”

You grabbed your clothes, the trembling in your hands still there. He noticed the swelling of your hand, the cuts on your nuckles. You looked at him for a moment, and Jay felt as if he’d been hit in the gut, before whispering a faint, “Thank you.”

Jay ran his hands over his face in frustration, feeling more helpless than ever. What the hell had happened?

At that moment, his cell phone rang, and Voight's name lit up the screen.

Turns out, a patrol unit had reached your apartment after a neighbor called about what sounded like a gunshot. Upon arrival, an unknown man was found injured, confused, and still semi-conscious on your floor. The cops had called Voight after realizing the address belonged to one of the Intelligence members, but you weren’t there.

Jay reassured Voight you were with him, and you were fine, or at least seemingly so. Voight was investigating the man’s identity, and it didn’t take long to pinpoint his name: Markus Kane, a convicted felon who’d been released only a few days earlier after serving time for drug trafficking, prostitution, and murder.

It didn’t take Jay long to realize that the change in your behavior over the past few days was due precisely to Kane’s release.

“Keep an eye on her Halstead,” Voight said before ending the call.

“Of course, don’t even mention it.” The call ended, and Jay let out a sigh before placing his phone on the coffee table.

He went into the kitchen and started heating up some water so he could make you some hot tea. He didn’t know what he was doing, because since it was you and he didn’t really know how to act around you most of the time.

“I didn’t know you were the tea kind of guy, Halstead,” your voice startled him, so lost in thought he hadn’t heard you arrive. His heart probably didn’t skip a beat, not until he saw you in his clothes, even though they were a few sizes too big.

This isn’t the time Jay, stop it.

“Figured it out you wanted something hot.”

You nodded. “Thanks.” You sighed, running a hand through your now-dry hair. “Listen, Jay, I... I’m sorry to bother you...”

“Hey, no stop,” he interrupted you before letting you continue what you were saying, “If you think for even a second I’m going to let you go, you’re sorely mistaken. I’m not leaving you alone.”

You looked at him for a moment, your gaze unreadable, before lowering it to your feet.

“C’mon, let’s get comfortable on the couch.”

Jay sat down next to you, leaving a little space between you two, a space he only wanted to fill.

The silence was tense, almost suffocating; he didn’t know what to say. After all, he knew you, he knew it’d be useless to push you to tell him what had happened because that would only make you shut down even more.

But God, he was trembling, he just wanted to tear the son of a bitch who had done this to you to pieces.

You were still shaking, though not like when you’d arrived, and Jay hoped it was just the cold. He took the blanket he always had on the couch and draped it around your shoulders. “You’re shivering,” he almost whispered.

Your eyes were on his face, scared, curious, but you didn’t say a word. Jay’s heart was pounding, so fast that for a moment he feared you could hear it.

He passed the cup of tea between your hands. Your fingers barely touched, but this tiny contact made his throat tighten.

The room fell into an almost deafening silence again, broken only by the ticking of the clock on the wall and the sound of the rain still hitting the windows.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked. You brought the cup to your lips, taking a small sip.

“No.”

M

“Of course not,” he muttered, running his hands over his face in frustration. “Why would you ever…” He stopped.

“What?”

“Make things easy, you always have to complicate everything. You always have to put on this tough facade, pretend everything is fine, I don’t know why you do this… Seriously, you’re driving me crazy… Why can’t you just accept that someone wants to help you? Why do you think you have to deal with everything alone?”

“It’s not your job…”

“Of course it’s my job. For fucks sake we work together, you’re my partner, of course I want to help you, I care about you.”

You looked down at the cup, but Jay had noticed your shiny eyes, your trembling lip.

“Why did you come here?”

“I told you, I didn’t know where else to go.”

“Yes, you did, you could have gone to anyone else—Kim, Adam—but you came here, to me. We don’t get along most of the time. Why?”

“Jay… Enough…”

“Look at me,” he said, and you did. He tried to ignore the way seeing your tears again made him feel. He tried not to think about it, not to be distracted by the trembling of your lips, by the way you were trying to stay composed, to still feign strength when it was clear you had none left.

“Because I trust you,” you breathed out, in a whisper, “You… You’re the only person who won’t judge me, who won’t look at me like I’m a victim.”

The words hung in the air, as if they, too, were afraid of breaking. Jay stared at you, unable to say anything, incredulous that you could actually say it. His chest rose and fell rapidly, as if simply breathing had become difficult.

“Really? Please say it again, I have to record it.”

“Never, you bastard.” You both chuckled. “You’re not going to let me live this down, aren’t you?”

“Oh never, princess.”

“Don’t call me princess.”

“Alright, alright. I won’t call you princess anymore, princess.”

“God, you’re unbearable. Forget what I said.”

Jay smiled, happy to have managed to ease the tension a little, because he knew you, he knew how much you hate being vulnerable, how you used sarcasm to avoid talking about your feelings.

But he was especially happy because he finally got to see you smile. Man, he hated seeing those teary eyes of yours, and in that precise moment, he vowed to do everything in his power to never see you cry again.

There was a moment of silence.

“That’s also why I’m here,” you whispered, your eyes now fixed on the cup.

“What do you mean?”

“Because you manage to make things a little bit better.”

Jay was taken aback; he never in his life would’ve expected to hear those words from you.

But then again, that was your relationship. You bickered. It wasn’t true to say you hated each other, because you didn’t, but at the end, you were always there for each other. Not explicitly—neither of you had ever said “I’m here”—but with your jokes and arguments, with an offered beer, even just with your presence, with silence.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that now,” you continued.

“I think I’m hallucinating.”

You giggled, playfully hitting him on the arm.

You took another long sip of tea, which was now cooling. You tucked the blanket around your body, then pulled your legs up to your chest before placing the cup on the coffee table.

“Before I started in Intelligence, I worked in the Major Crimes Unit in Washington. We were investigating a large drug ring, prostitution, and a series of related murders,” you began, your gaze lost in space. Jay listened intently, his breath held almost as if he feared that if you heard him, you’d stop talking. “There was a man in charge, Marcus Kane, and there was no way to frame him. We knew he was behind all those crimes, but there was no concrete evidence. Whoever had anything to do with him, they were terrified enough not to testify...”

“So we decided to go undercover. I volunteered. Catching Marcus Kane was the perfect opportunity to make myself known. I’d just become a detective, and I wanted to prove my worth.”

Jay smiled to himself. It was just like you.

“I went undercover for about a year, pretending to be a big shot in the prostitution ring and looking for new girls to buy. He was a shrewd, paranoid guy, suspicious even of his own shadow, so it wasn’t easy. But eventually, slowly, I managed to gain his trust.”

“He fell in love...”

You nodded. “And I took advantage of this opportunity. I never did anything with him; I always managed to slip away without arousing his suspicions, playing with his feelings. Long story short, I managed to gather enough evidence to frame him, to get the victims he raped to talk… But something went wrong, and to this day I still don’t know how he got the word that there was an undercover cop,” you sighed, huddling tighter. “We fought, he managed to stab me, but before he could finish the job, backup arrived and arrested him, but not before yelling at me that he’d get revenge.”

His heart broke for you, he couldn’t even imagine how you felt in that moment, fighting for your life, fearing you were about to die.

“What happened?” Jay whispered.

“A few days ago, I got a call from my lawyer. Kane made a deal, revealed the names of some big shots he dealt with, and got of jail…” you replied.

There was another moment of silence.

“I checked every single door and window, and everything was locked… I don’t know how he got in,” you swallowed the lump in your throat. “We fought, he managed to disarm me, but believe it or not, he got the worst of it… I ran away, and here I am.”

“Oh yes, I absolutely believe you, Detective. I saw you angry,” Jay joked, trying to hide the turmoil he felt inside. He was there, he had left you at home and left. If he had insisted on staying, none of this would’ve happened.

“We caught him. Voight called me. One of your neighbors heard a gunshot and called 911. The patrol called him.”

You looked at him for a moment and let out a breath, though Jay noticed the news didn’t completely reassure you.

“He’ll find a way out this time too.”

“He attacked a cop. He won’t get away with it.”

You sighed. “I hope so, Jay.”

And there was that silence again, heavy, suffocating.

Jay’s body was tense, unable to relax. He’d never even seen that man’s face, but he hated him with every fiber of his being. Now your behavior became clear, the way you flinched, the way you constantly looked over your shoulder every time you were in the field, your recklessness during the trade.

He could only imagine the hell you went through these past days, the sleepless nights staring around, feeling vulnerable in the only place you were supposed to feel safe: your home.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, leaning back on the couch. Neither of you seemed to realize that in the meantime, Jay had inadvertently moved closer to you, but without actually touching you. He just wanted to implicitly tell you that he was there, that he was listening, that he would protect you.

“For what? It’s not your fault.”

“For not understanding. I mean, I knew something was wrong in the past few days, but all I did was insist on asking you if everything was okay, knowing you’d push me away. I’m your partner, I know you, I know who you are, and I didn’t do anything to help you.”

Jay studied you for a long moment, the way your shoulders trembled beneath the blanket, the way your eyes kept darting toward the floor as if you were afraid of what he might find if you met his gaze. Every instinct in him screamed to pull you closer, to erase every trace of fear from your face, but he couldn’t. Not when you’d made such a point of keeping walls between you two.

And yet, seeing you like this—raw, shaken, human—cracked something inside him.

“That son of a bitch will never touch you again, do you hear me? I don’t care what it takes, he’ll never hurt you again.”

You didn’t look up, and that killed him more than anything else. Because he could see the weight behind your silence, the exhaustion, the fear, the shame you didn’t deserve to feel. He knew it was something you hated, having to ask for help, depending on someone, feeling like a burden.

He hated seeing you like this, vulnerable, almost broken.

He just wanted to see you with that bright smile of yours, so beautiful it could light up the darkest room, he wanted to hear your terrible jokes, your way of teasing him.

“I know it’s hard for you, I know you’ve always been used to facing everything alone in your life, because every person you relied on has always disappointed you, and you’ve learned you can’t trust anyone. No one but yourself,” he spoke in a sweet, patient tone, “I know I’m the last person you’d want to tell you this. We’re not exactly best friends, but you’re not alone in this world. Whatever happens to you, happens to me… To the whole team.”

“I care about you, more than you can even imagine, and I know I’ve never told you this because that’s how our relationship is… But I’ll always be there for you whenever you want me to be. I know that stubborn little head of yours will stop you from doing that, but I’m here. I won’t leave you alone now, tomorrow, or ever, no matter how much you hate the idea.”

You finally looked up at him, and his heart broke as he saw those tears streaming down your face, that beautiful face now surrounded by that damned purple bruise.

“I hate you so much, Detective Halstead,” you sniffed, drying your tears. “Remember when you told me that if things got bad, a hug could make it all go away?”

He nodded.

“I really need one right now.”

He smiled and didn’t need to be told twice before pulling you into his chest for the second time that evening. He could count on one hand the number of times you’d hugged in the years you’d known each other, but each and every single one of them was forever imprinted in his memory.

Your arms were holding him with such force it left him speechless, as if he was your lifeline, the only thing that could save you in that moment.

“I thought I’d lose you today,” he whispered, so low he didn’t even know if you’d heard him. But from the way you held him, he knew you had. “Don’t ever do that to me again, please.”

“You really like me that much, Halstead?” you murmured, making him chuckle.

You have no idea, baby.

“That’s called being a partner, you should try it sometime.” He retorted, his arms wrapped around you as he stroked your hair.

“You won’t lose me. It would be hard to find a better partner than me.”

He laughed again, pulling you even closer. “I hate to admit it, but it’s true. That’s why I’m begging you to stay in one piece.”

“I’ll try,” you chuckled this time, and he breathed an internal sigh of relief as he felt you finally relax in his arms. “Thank you for everything.”

“Anytime. I’m always here.”

You lifted your head slightly so you could look at him, and he placed a hand on your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “I don’t want to see you like this ever again,” he whispered. “Insult me, hit me, do whatever you want, but I don’t want to see you cry, see you suffer like this again.”

He saw you trying to hold back your smile, and his heart skipped another beat. “There it is, that’s that pretty smile that I like, that’s how I want to see you all the time. And if there’s anyone who stops you from doing so, promise me you’ll tell me, okay? So I’ll break his legs with my bare hands.”

You laughed, and his heart began to race this time. “Don’t you think that’s a little overboard?”

“Not at all.” He shook his head slightly. “You have no idea what I’ll do to that son of a bitch when I lay my hands on him.”

“It feels good.”

“What?”

“Feeling protected, feeling like there’s someone there to protect you, making you feel safe. It feels good.”

Those words weren’t supposed to affect him the way they did, they weren’t supposed to break his heart like that, but they did, and he hated it. Himself for feeling that way, the rest of the world for making you believe you weren’t worthy of those things.

“I know, and you won’t have to worry about that anymore, whether you like it or not.”

“I think I might like it.”

You remained silent for a moment, his heart still pounding, your breathing slowly becoming more regular. You stayed there, hugging each other on that couch as if it was the most natural thing in the world, as if you were used to it, and somehow it felt natural, for some strange reason it was supposed to be this way.

His fingers continued to delicately caress your face, he wasn’t even sure if he was doing it more for himself than for you, and with every passing second he hoped time would stop for a little longer.

“So…” it was you who broke the comfortable silence, your tone lighter. “That pretty smile that I like, huh? My God, you’re really into me, Jay.”

Jay rolled his eyes, trying to suppress a laugh. “Don’t let it get over your head, obviously I just said that to make you feel better.” He retorted, grateful you couldn’t see the blush on his cheeks, because what he’d said was as far from the truth as could be.

“Mmh, mmh,” you hummed in amusement, relieved. You tilted d your head so you could look at him. “Sure, keep telling yourself that, maybe one day you’ll believe it.”

Jay felt something inside him twist, a sharp pull low in his chest that left him breathless. He didn’t even know how to describe it, what name to give that sensation.

You looked exhausted, yes, but there was also something else, trust, maybe, or the faintest flicker of safety. And God, it almost broke him.

He’d seen you angry, stubborn, reckless; he’d fought with you more times than he could count, but he’d never seen you like this.

So close. So open, so damn real.

And you were so beautiful it took his breath away.

His eyes kept roaming over every millimeter of her face, mentally taking thousands of photos so he could imprint them in his memory, because the truth was, he didn’t know if he’d ever have the chance to have you this close again.

His throat went dry, the words burning there with nowhere to go.

Jay swallowed hard.

Don’t do something stupid. Don’t do it.

But his gaze dropped to your lips for a second too long, and he knew he had to move, immediately, before he crossed a line he couldn’t take back.

“I…” he started, his voice rougher than he expected. He cleared his throat, stood up too fast. “I’m just gonna—uh—get you some ice. For… you know.” He gestured vaguely toward the side of your face, anything to justify the sudden space between you.

He didn’t wait for a reply.

He needed distance, oxygen, anything that wasn’t the scent of your skin, anything to non to see the look in your eyes that felt like it could undo him completely.

As he reached the kitchen, he braced his hands on the counter, eyes closed, chest tight.

Fuck.

Get it together, Halstead.

Because for a second back there, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to comfort you or just kiss you until the world stopped shaking, until neither of you would have any air left in your lungs.

Jay took longer than he needed. The ice was already in the towel but he couldn’t quite bring himself to go back yet.

For fucks sake he’d faced armed men, stared down killers, fought in wars, and somehow, walking back into that living room felt harder than any of it.

When he finally did, you were sitting in the same position, knees still drawn up, blanket still wrapped around you. Your eyes found him immediately, soft but searching, like you could tell exactly what was going on inside his head even if he was trying damn hard to hide it.

He cleared his throat, forcing a half-smile.

“Here you go,” he murmured, holding out the ice. “It’ll be good for the bruise.”

You took it, your fingers brushing his again, just a second, just enough to make his skin burn under your touch.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

He nodded, trying to focus on the movement of your hand instead of the fact that his heart was still hammering in his chest.

“Keep it on for a while,” he muttered, sitting down again, this time a little further away than before.

Safe distance. Or at least that’s what he told himself.

For a while, you both pretended to watch the rain through the window. The air still felt thick, like the room itself remembered what had just almost happened. Every once in a while, he’d steal a glance, the curve of your jaw, of your nose, your lips, the faint rise and fall of your shoulders as you breathed, and every damn time, it felt like something in him shifted.

You broke the silence first.

“Are you okay?”

Jay blinked, thrown off. “Me?” He huffed out a laugh. “You’re the one who just went through hell, and you’re asking if I’m okay?”

You shrugged lightly. “I don’t know, it seems like something is bothering you.”

He couldn’t help it, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before his gaze flicked to yours, holding it for just a heartbeat too long before he looked away again.

“It’s…” he said finally, voice low. “I’m just glad you’re here. That’s all.”

And that was the truth. Raw, simple, terrifying in its honesty.

Because for all his control, all his training, nothing had prepared him for how much he could care about someone who drove him this crazy, for someone who could make him feel so protective, so alive, and so close to losing every bit of restraint he had left.

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Y/n was on her way to talk to a witness for the upcoming trial date when a call came over the radio "All units, reports of shots fired at 51 Walbash Street, paramedics requesting police assistance".

Y/n frowned, hearing a couple of patrol officers responding, she thought for a second, making a U-turn at the soonest possible chance.

"5021 Charlie, I'm two blocks out, hold me down as responding. Let uniforms know plain clothes on scene" Y/n spoke into the radio, flicking on the lights and sirens as she pressed the gas.

Her vest is in the passenger seat, reaching over she throws it over her head as she drives with her left hand, strapping the vest in process.

"Y/n, I'm 4 minutes away, on my way" Adam's voice comes over her radio used for intelligence.

The car comes to a halt, saying a quick "copy" into her radio to let Adam know she heard him, Y/n scans the scene.

Two uniforms are parked behind the ambulance, a little ahead from where she is. Violet and Novak from firehouse 51 are crouched behind a car across the street, obviously trying to treat a man on the ground.

The shots are coming from an apartment building in front of where Y/n parked. The uniforms are returning fire.

Y/n gets out of her car, staying low as she crouches next to her car.

"Violet! Novak! You okay?" Y/n calls out to her friends.

"Yeah, I have him stable but this guy isn't going to make it if we don't get him to med soon!" Violet shouts back.

Y/n thinks for a moment, trying to figure out how to get the victim out of there safely until they can get the shooter.

"Hey, Wilson! I'll cover you, back your car up and get him into your patrol car and get him to med" Y/n instructs the officer closest to her.

The officer nods, Y/n stands returning fire to the shooter.

It's a few seconds later as she hears more sirens pulling up to the scene when she feels a sharp pain in her side. It's not something she even lets phase her as she hears the patrol car take off, the victim inside.

The shooting stops, probably realized their target was gone.

"Y/n! What's going on?" Adam asks as he comes to her side.

Y/n glances to him, nodding to the building as she crouches behind the car for a second.

"Shooter is in that building, third floor, probably a gang thing-- He stopped shooting once the victim was gone." Y/n explains, to Adam as she glances to Violet and Novak across their street.

"Alright, ready to move?" Adam asks and Y/n nods "Let's go" he pats her shoulder, to which she flinches--the sensation shooting to her side but Adam doesn't notice as they move towards the building.

"5021 Charlie, we are in pursuit of the shooter. Entering the Wake Forest apartments" Y/n rattles off into her radio.

Making their way up the stairs to the third floor, the apartment that matches where the shots were coming from has the door wide open. Adam glances back to Y/n who sends him a nod as they make their way inside.

Adam goes straight as Y/n makes her way into the kitchen, clearing the apartment as she does.

Just as they are about to give up, there's a door slamming in the hallway and foot steps running.

Y/n and Adam take off towards the noise, finding a man in a dark green hoodie running down the stairs, gun in hand.

"Hey! Chicago PD!" Adam announces, running down the steps after him, Y/n right behind him.

"5021 Charlie, Suspect is in a dark green hoodie, he is coming out of the front doors" Y/n announces into her radio to alert the uniforms outside.

When they get outside, Adam and Y/n are thankful to see Kevin holding the man down on his stomach, the gun already kicked away.

Y/n feels relief when she sees the rest of the team there.

"You two okay?" Voight asks, walking up to Adam and Y/n, looking between the two.

"Yeah, all good, Sarge" Adam responds, nodding as he holsters his gun.

Voight glances to Y/n when she doesn't answer.

It's only then, as the adrenaline wears off does she feels the white hot pain in her side. The wetness soaking through her shirt and jacket.

"Y/n? You okay? You look a little pale" Voight has a very concerned tone in his voice.

Adam looks at his partner, really looks at her and he notices how pale she is too.

"My side hurts a little" Y/n says lowly, her hand going to her side. When she takes her hand away, the two men notice the blood soaking it.

At that moment, Jay looks up from his notepad where he was writing notes down from a witness.

He can sense something is wrong in his gut and when she sees Y/n she seems to be off balance and very pale. too pale. His feet are moving before he can even think.

She feels her vision going dark and her body swaying as she hears distant shouting and then it's all blank.

--

"Twenty-eight year old female, gunshot wound to the right abdomen. No exit wound. She's lost a lot of blood, she's stable for now, coded once en route" Violet calls out as the stretcher is wheeled into the ED of Chicago Medical Center.

"Maggie?!" Will calls as he approaches them, snapping a pair of gloves on. Dr. Archer following closely.

"Baghdad's open!" Maggie answers, following to help in.

Will stops as he comes close, seeing his sister in law on the stretcher, her top soaked in blood.

"Y/n?" His voice is quiet and Marcel is already jumping into his place, helping Archer and the nurses transfer them.

Jay is barreling through the ED doors, following after his wife. Will snaps out of it when he sees Maggie trying to keep him back.

"Jay, Jay let them work. They got her, man" Will tries to give his brother a little piece of mind, tho impossible.

"We need to get her in the OR now!"

--

Jay can feel his heart in his stomach as he paces the waiting room that's full of police officers from different units.

He can't think, he can't breathe, he can't function. The rest of the intelligence team is on edge, waiting to know if their friend will pull through.

Adam, Kevin, and Kim sit in the chairs, anxiously waiting.

Adam can't stop staring at the blood on his hands from when he caught Y/n.

Y/n had been his partner on and off for the past 10 years but she was more than that, she was Mack's aunt, his best friend and Kim felt like a sister to her.

Kevin adored her, he felt like Y/n was the only person he could fully open up to all the time, someone he could trust with his siblings and with his life--which Y/n had helped with his siblings more than once over the years.

Voight viewed her like a daughter and Y/n was probably the only one, besides Trudy that had been to his house to check in on him multiple times after the really tough cases.

Jay on the other hand-- Jay was losing his mind, Y/n had been the love of his life since the first day he saw her and he doesn't remember what life was like before that.

Will approaches his brother, pulling him into a much needed hug.

"She's got this, she'll be okay. She's stubborn as hell, we both know it" the red head says quietly, holding on to Jay as he lets out the sobs.

"I can't, I can't lose her Will. I don't know how to breathe without her--what am I gonna do?" It's a serious question, what is he going to do without her?

Will frowns, holding his brother at arms length, a hand on each shoulder.

"Hey, listen to me. She's got the best doctors in there working on her. Me and you both know she is hard headed as hell. Y/n will be okay" Will says sternly, looking his brother in the eyes.

Jay nods, wiping at his eyes. He knows Will's right.

--

It's five hours later when Jay finds himself sitting next to Y/n's hospital bed, his hand gripping hers like his life depended on it.

The only thing you can hear in the room is the sound of the steady beeping from the monitor and the tapping of his foot as his leg bounces.

"She's stable, we removed the bullet, It didn't hit anything major but she'll be sore and has some broken ribs but she should wake up soon" Archer had explained to Jay when they came out of surgery.

He knew that Archer was right but he wouldn't believe she was okay until he sees it for himself.

"J-ay" It comes out broken and raspy but it gets his attention, Jay's head shooting up.

Y/n slowly blinks at him, her head feels heavy.

Jay can feel the relief lifting off his shoulder.

"Hey, hey honey. I'm here" He says softly, the tears of relief and joy slip out as he stands up, never letting her hand go as he kisses her head.

He lingers for a second--not wanting to step away.

"Don't scare me like that again" Jay's voice is desperate and Y/n nods "I won't" she says softly.

There's a knock at the doorframe, both of them turning to see Will in the doorway.

"Well, well, well, look who's awake" The red head jokes as he approaches the other side of the bed "I know you are stubborn as hell and you are independent, but how about next time you let someone know if you're hurt" Will is half teasing but half serious.

Jay raises an eyebrow at his wife, waiting for an answer.

"I promise to let someone know next time, happy Halsteads?" Y/n jokes with a smirk.

"You're a Halstead too, baby" Jay tells her with a chuckle.

"Damn" Y/n mumbles, an amused tone in her voice.

"I'll go let everyone know you're awake" Will says before leaving the room.

Jay looks back at his wife, kissing her forehead again "Thank you for coming back to me".

--

“No,” You shook your head, “I won’t do it.” 

Jay sighed, knowing this was exactly how this conversation was going to go. He didn’t even want to ask you to come in so Erin could ask you this question. He wanted you so far away from the Intelligence Unit as he could get you after all you had gone through in the last year. 

“Why not?” Erin begged, “You are a key witness.” 

“A witness?” Your eyebrows rose, and Jay knew that tone all too well, “Oh? Is that what I am? A witness?” 

“You’re also a vic-” 

“She said no, Erin,” Jay spoke up, trying to deescalate the fight before it could even start. 

It was the second time in 48 hours that someone had asked you to testify in the grand court case against Gregory Yates, a serial rapist and killer. The man who haunted your dreams both during the day and at night. It had been only three months since you had been kidnapped outside of your apartment, and only three months since you escaped the horrors of Gregory Yates. It had also only been three months since Nadia died. The guilt that you had been working hard in therapy to suppress, came rising up in your stomach. Your hand went to your throat, as you felt your breathing pick up. 

“Y/N,” Erin stepped closer to you, and you stepped back. “You escaped him. You lived. You have a story to tell, and you need to tell it. To put him away.” She took another step again, and you jumped, putting your hand up to stop her. 

Jay stood up from his place, putting his body in between you and Erin. Ever since he found you, in only a t-shirt, standing on some abandoned stretch of road near Yates’ burial ground, Jay had hardly let you out of his sight. “Okay, that’s enough.” You didn’t say a word, as you left the break room, and headed to the first floor of the police station to wait for Jay. He let out a sigh, “She was making so much progress.” 

“She needs to testify, Jay,” Erin said, shaking her head, “You and I both know that she’s one of the only ways we can make sure Yates doesn’t-” 

“Have you even heard what he did?” Jay said, cutting Erin off. 

Erin scoffed, slightly offended Jay would even ask her that. Of course Erin knew what Yates did. She had worked this case since day one, knew everything he was capable of, and worked through losing her best friend. She had memorized every fucked up detail of Yates did to his victims.

“Of course I know what he did.” 

“No,” Jay shook his head, “Have you heard what he did? From someone who experienced it?” Erin swallowed and shook her head. She had only read what was on paper, “You know she doesn’t sleep at night. Not without a bunch of drugs anyway. When we first got home, she’d sit in the dark spare bedroom, on the floor, and would scream anytime you came in or tried to turn the lights on. She still won’t sleep in the same bed as me, or even use the same shower that I use. She won’t let me kiss her, or touch her, or even hold her hand when she’s having nightmares.” 

Jay let out a huff, “You can’t force her to testify, Erin.” 

Erin swallowed thickly, “But she’ll get justice for Nadia.” 

“Yeah?” Jay nodded, “But she’ll have to relive her worst nightmare again.” 

Jay didn’t say another word, as he left the break room and headed down stairs to where you disappeared. Penny let him know that you had gone outside, waiting by his truck. The winter air nipped at your cheeks as you leaned against his truck, smoking a cigarette (something that you had recently picked up since coming home). 

“You okay?” Jay asked, stopping in front of you. You nodded your head, taking a long drag. “I’m sorry for Erin asking you that. She’s just processing all this the best she can. She knows the more credible witnesses the better.” You nodded again, throwing your cigarette on the ground and snuffing it out. 

You looked up at Jay and sighed, “What does everyone think of me?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“When people look at me, what do they think of me?” 

“They think you’re a survivor,” Jay said honestly. Ever since he came back after taking time off to help you adjust to being home, it was all anyone could say about you. How strong you are, how brave you are, how smart you are that you figured out how to get away. 

“I don’t want to be known as a ‘survivor’,” You sighed, turning to climb into the truck, “I want to be known as me.” 

— — — 

Three Months ago. . . 

“You ever been to Chicago med?” You heard Lindsay ask over the loud speaker. You stood on the other side of the one way glass, watching as Lindsay and Detective Nick Amaro, from New York, interrogated a suspect in a string of murder cases.

“What do you think?” Voight asked you. He knew that you were one of the best on his team. He knew that whatever you were feeling about Gregory Yates, had to be a hunch he had to investigate. Jay stood in the corner, you could feel his presence, strong and steady behind you. 

“I don’t know,” You said, shaking your head. The possible witness couldn’t pinpoint him as the person she saw asking for help with moving boxes. There was something about Yates that made your skin crawl and all your senses be on high alert. There was something in the way he watched Erin, like he was entranced with her, and you knew that Erin knew that too. 

“Am I under arrest?” Yates asked, breaking eye contact and looking at Amaro. You huffed, “I do have a general sense of my rights as a U.S. citizen.” 

“He’s going to fucking walk,” You cursed, pushing away from the window, and going out to the open floor. Jay was quick on your heels, “He’s got something, I can just feel it.” 

“We can’t arrest him on a hunch,” Jay said and you shot him a glare. What had started as a small local case had grown to something huge, and it was keeping you awake at night. Olivia Benson had arrived earlier in the week trying to connect some of her old cases to a string of ones that were happening in Chicago. 

You leaned against your chair looking at Jay, “There’s something off about him. . .” Your voice trailed off as Lindsay walked down the hallway, leading Yates out of the interrogation room. You quickly averted your eyes, as if looking at him might turn you to stone like some mythical creature. 

“Hello,” Yates said to you, causing you to look up at him. He gave you a small smile, and you sucked in a breath. 

As soon as Lindsay left with Yates, Voight was quick to gather his team, “Get a state’s attorney on board ASAP. Give him the particulars, probable cause, and let him know we believe this guy is good for it.” 

You sat down at your desk, quickly diving into a list of emails for state’s attorneys that you had worked with before. Jay brushed his hand along the back of your chair, before going into Voight’s office. Ever since Will had been questioned, Jay was trying to clear his brother’s name. You didn’t think Will was capable of something like this, but you also couldn’t deny the evidence that was laid out in front of you. 

“Y/N,” Nadia called your name, “You have a call.” 

“What?” You asked, walking over to her desk. 

“It’s Greg Yates,” She said. 

“Get Voight,” You picked up the phone, “Hello.” 

“I can’t help but think, we got off on the wrong foot,” Gregory Yates’ voice came over the speaker. Jay was the first one over to you, mouthing to put it on speaker, but you brushed his hand away. Voight was next, standing close to you as the rest of the Intelligence Unit moved in. 

“How do you mean?” You asked. 

“Oh, I just mean I feel like I made a bad impression on your coworkers back there. . . You wouldn’t even look at me.” He was silent for a moment, “I would love to try and win you guys back. Are you free for a short conversation?” 

“Sure. . . why don’t you come by the station?” 

“No, just you and me. The pavilion at Millennium Park. Three hours. Thank you for your time in advance." The line went dead, and you put the phone down, and looked at the group around you. 

“I’m meeting him.” You said. 

“No, you are not,” Jay said. 

“Voight,” You looked at your leader. 

“No,” Jay said, also looking at Voight. 

You glared at Jay. He had never blocked you like this. It wasn’t ideal, the two of you working in the same unit together. Voight was not a fan when the two of you admitted your relationship. Though, he had his speculation, having caught you guys in the alley behind Malones, Jay’s hand up your shirt and your hands down his pants. Hank made the two of you agree, you wouldn’t do anything to compromise each other’s careers, and getting in the way of breaking a case was one of them. 

“She’s going,” Voight said, and Jay huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, “He called for her by name. She’s our connection to this. You’re going.” 

— — — 

“All right, so Voight will be able to communicate with you through this,” Mouse handed you a small ear piece that was hidden under your hat, “Now, I’d use your phone in your other ear, assuming you like to hear over 4,000 hertz.” 

“Thanks, Mouse,” You smiled. Jay stood off to the side with Al, checking his rifle and making sure his zero was still accurate. If he couldn’t be down on the ground with you, he was going to be watching your every move, ready to fire if you were put in harm’s way. 

“Al, you guys find a good look out, yet?” Voight asked, coming into the garage. 

“We’ll be on the pedestrian bridges a few hundred yards away,” Al confirmed. 

“Fin, Amaro, you’re on the ground with Ruzek and Antonio,” Voight gave the assignments, “Stay sharp.” Everyone nodded, and moved towards their assigned vehicles. You sucked in a breath, as your phone rang, and you raised your eyebrows in confusion. 

“Sergeant Benson?” You asked. 

“Detective L/N,” She answered, “Fin told me you’re going to meet with Yates’ alone.” 

“Yeah,” You said, finding Jay waiting for you. “I figured he’s either looking to confess, he’s playing us, or he’s looking to do something stupid. And even if it’s the last one, he’s been at this for ten years. It’s worth it, we can bring him down.” 

“Look, just remember, if he’s reaching out to you, he’s feeling the pressure. He could be capable of anything.” 

“I’ll be ready, Sergeant.” You said confidently, looking at Jay. His blue eyes bore into yours, a silent plea for you to change your mind. 

“Be safe,” Olivia said before hanging up. 

Jay walked towards you, your coat in his hands. You turned, holding your arms behind you as he slipped it up your arms, “Just stay where I can see you.” 

“I will,” You said. He placed a hand on your cheek, before placing a soft kiss on your lips, “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” Jay gave you a small smile, “Let’s go. We have a perv to catch.”  

— — — 

Your conversation with Yates was null and void. During the middle of the conversation, Voight got a call from Chief Boden about another crime scene. You wanted to scream when you found out. You had spent 15 minutes walking with that creep, just for another innocent woman to be raped and burned in her own home. He then led you on a wild goose chase, to an apartment on the other side of town, which turned out to be a bum lead. 

“It’s not your fault,” Jay said, leaning against your desk. 

You shook your head, “I thought it was him. I thought I had him. . . Now,” You looked at the pictures of the three women in front of you, “I let them down.” 

“You didn’t let them down,” Jay said. You sighed and looked up at him, “Go home. I’ll be there as soon as I finish my reports. Go home, start a bath, open that bottle of wine that we’ve been meaning to get into. And I’ll come join you.” 

You smiled at him, “Are you sure? We’ve been waiting to drink that.” 

“Of course,” Jay said, putting a hand on your cheek and kissing the top of your head, “Go home, baby.” 

You leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth and safety of him, “Okay.” You said pulling back. 

He dug out the keys to his truck, “I’ll make Antonio drive me.” 

“See you at home,” You smiled, grabbing the keys from him and your stuff. Jay watched as you walked out of the Intelligence Unit, a stupid smile on his face. Voight walked up beside him, putting his hands in his pockets. 

“Does she know about the ring yet?” Voight asked, looking at him. 

“No,” Jay shook his head, “I put it in the pantry behind the cans of mixed veggies. She doesn’t ever look there.” Voight chuckled, patting Jay on the back and walking back to his office. 

You could hardly keep your eyes open as you pulled into the driveway of your small shared home with Jay. It was the perfect starter, a home that needed minimal work, but had enough room to start a small family. It was close enough to Wrigley Field that Jay and Will could walk home after one too many drinks at the Cubs game. You killed the engine to the truck, grabbing your purse and keys. The moment you stepped out into the crisp night air, you felt something was wrong. 

You didn’t waste any time, as you shut the truck and locked it, getting to your front door. You paused, as you held the key to your front door in your hand. You could feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up, as you lowered your arm, putting your keys into your pocket, and reaching for your gun instead. Your hand had barely touched the handle of your pistol, when you felt someone’s arm wrap around your waist and a hand cover your mouth. 

“Shh. . .” A voice said from behind you, and you felt the end of a gun pressed against your side. You fought against his grip, trying to wiggle your way free, “Ah, ah, ah,” It was a male, from the sound of his voice and the feel of his body against yours, “You don’t want to do that.” You didn’t even need to turn to see who was behind you. 

Gregory Yates. And a scream left your lips. 

— — —

Jay sat up with a start, hearing your screams from the other room. He quickly ran down the hall, pushing open the door and running to your bedside. He barely touched you, and you sat up, gasping for air. 

“It’s okay,” You jumped, looking like a frightened animal, and Jay held his hands up, “It’s me, Y/N.” You sucked in a breath, and started sobbing. Jay quickly wrapped you in his arms, holding you tightly to his chest. There was nothing in these moments that he could say or do to make you feel better. All he could do was hold you, and wait for you to realize he was touching you. It was a strange and fucked up way to get you to calm down and wake up from whatever nightmare induced coma you were in. But Jay didn’t know any other way to get you to come too. You still had touch aversion, something Jay knew all too well with assault victims, and he wasn’t about to break your boundaries for his own agenda. 

“It’s okay,” Jay said, his voice never wavering as he held you. It broke his heart every time you had nightmares like this. Hell, he had even seen you have them during the day. You would be sitting at your desk in the middle of the day, disassociating from whatever was going on around you, lost, and back in that dungeon you were held in. Jay would occasionally come up to your desk, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, getting you to come back to him. 

“I have to testify,” You pushed Jay's arms off of you, and he tried to pretend that it didn’t cause a pang to his heart. 

“You don’t have to,” Jay said, watching as you started pacing the bedroom floor, “Don’t listen to-” 

You shook your head, “These nightmares aren’t going to stop until I know he is locked away. I can’t heal knowing he can just. . . get away with this.” 

Jay nodded his head, “Okay. I can call-” 

“No,” You stopped in your tracks and looked at him, “I need to tell Lindsay myself.” 

That very next morning, you walked into the district, your head held high, Jay right behind you. You walked up to Lindsay’s desk, stopping in front of her. 

“Y/N-” 

“I’m going to testify.” 

Her face lit up, “Oh! Great! I’ll call-” 

“I’m not doing it for you to avenge Nadia’s death,” You cut her off, and the light slowly disappeared from Lindsay’s eyes, “I’m doing this for myself. And so Yates doesn’t get off again and can do this to anyone else.” Lindsay nodded. You look over at Jay, who had a small smile on his face, “Drop the smile.” 

Jay nodded, “Yes ma’am.” 

— — —

New York was as spectacular and daunting as you thought it would be. Once Voight made the call to Olivia about you coming to testify, you and Jay flew across the country to the Big Apple. You went a couple of days before the trial started, Jay wanted to make sure you were in the right headspace. The two of you spent the first couple of days doing all the touristy stuff, exploring the city, eating at expensive restaurants, shopping. Jay booked you two different hotel rooms, knowing that you still wanted your space. 

On the fifth day, you met with ADA Rafael Barba, the lawyer who was spearheading the case. He was a good looking guy, charming and cocky at the same time, but he was confident in the case. He was confident that he could win this.

“This won’t be easy,” Rafael said, his brown eyes full of compassion as you sat at the table across from you and Jay. The past couple of days had been full of prepping for the trial, trying to jog your memory to fill in some of the missing parts in the story. Jay wouldn’t leave your side, sitting close to you, but not close enough for his liking. He wanted to hold you, as you tearfully recalled all the horrors that you and Nadia had gone through. 

“Do you remember what happened after you got kidnapped?” Barba asked. 

You nodded your head, “Yates. . . He led me to his car, he said he didn’t want to knock me out and he wouldn’t if I would be good.” 

— — — 

Jay rubbed his eyes, a headache starting to form from looking at his computer screen for so long. He was waiting for Voight and Lindsay to get back from surveying the latest crime scene. It seemed as though every time the team got close to finding something, they were left back at square one. 

“Son of a bitch is toying with us,” Voight’s voice carried up the stars as him and Erin walked in. 

“Well he knew we would track his phone. He left in the basement next to a lighter and nail polish,” Erin said, “Hey,” She nodded at Jay, “FIn, Ruzek, and Amaro are still tearing the house apart.” 

Jay nodded, “We had eyes on him less than an hour ago. He couldn’t have gone far. We have alerts on his car, his I-pass, his credit cards.” 

“Look,” Voight said, “Everybody is on this. Have Nadia set up a civilian hotline. Where’s Y/N?” 

“I sent her home to unwind,” Jay sat down at his desk, “I’ll call her back.”

“Where’s Nadia?” Voight asked, looking around. 

“She had to run an errand,” Jay pointed to the sticky note on her desk. 

“An errand?” Erin asked, a scoff of disbelief leaving her lips. 

Jay sighed, “She went to pick up your birthday cake. It was supposed to be a surprise." 

Erin looked up at her partner in shock, before grabbing the desk phone and dialing her number. It was silent for a moment as she waited for the call to connect. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked down at the number she dialed, “Straight to voicemail.” 

Jay felt his heart stutter for a moment, as he reached for his cell phone, quickly dialing your phone number. He cursed, as the all too familiar dial tone came across the receiver. He set his phone down, and put it on speaker. 

“Hey, this is Y/N, sorry I can’t come to the phone, leave a message!” 

Hanked pushed the filing cabinet, his jaw clenched tightly. He knew what this meant, he knew exactly what happened. Jay felt like he was going to be sick as he looked at Erin. 

“He has them.” Voight answered the question that all of them had. “He took Y/N and Nadia.”

— — — 

“Mr. Barba,” The judge said, “Please call your next witness.” 

Rafael stood up, fixing his tie, “The defense calls Y/N L/N, a detective with the Chicago Intelligence Unit to the stand.” 

Today was the day you had been dreading, your turn on the witness stand. It had been three days of testimony in court. You heard from Olivia, who had been working this case for over a decade, Voight, who had been pulled into this when Yates had decided to make Chicago his new hunting ground, and Jay, who had worked the case tirelessly once you had been abducted right off the front step of your house. 

Jay’s testimony broke you in ways you didn’t expect it to. He never really talked about those days after your abduction. Jay was ready to tear the whole city apart, go off the books if he had to in order to get to you before it was too late. And if it was too late. . . God only knows what he would’ve done to Yates. It took all of his willpower even now, sitting in the same room as Yates to not jump him and beat him bloody. 

“Y/N,” Jay whispered to you. You jumped and looked up to see Barba standing at the entry way. You nodded, and stood up, fixing the jack of your pant suit. Lindsay had bought you a dress to wear today, but you didn’t want to expose any of your skin to Yates. It was bad enough he had to see your face. 

“You got this,” Barba whispered to you, as you walked up to the stand. 

The bailiff met you at the bottom of the stand, “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?” You nodded your head, “I need your verbal promise.” 

“Y-yes,” You said, your voice coming out small. The bailiff nodded to the stand, and you took a seat. All the eyes in the court room were on you in an instant, making you feel like a bug under a microscope. You could feel the onset of a panic attack, your breaths feeling constricted in your throat, your eyes starting to burn with tears. Your hand reached up, to tug on your collar to try and loosen it.  

“Y/N,” Barba said your name softly, and you looked up at him with large wild eyes. Jay clenched his jaw, balling his hands into fists. He wanted to go up there, wanted to pull you off the stand. You looked like a deer in the headlights, your eyes searching around the room frantically, and your breathing erratic, “Can you focus on me?” 

You nodded your head. 

“Let’s start with a simple question, what is your name?” 

You took a deep breath, trying to slow down your heart. “Y/N L/N.” 

“Very good, and what is it that you do, Miss L/N?” 

“I’m a-” You shook your head, “I was a detective with the intelligence unit with Chicago PD.” 

“And who is your superior officer?” 

“Sergeant Hank Voight.” You found Hank in the crowd behind Barba’s head. He gave you a nod, and Jay sent you a small smile. You nodded your head, rolling your shoulders back a bit, as some false sense of confidence filled your body. 

“And what do you remember on the night you were kidnapped?” 

“I remember I was working late at the station. I was finishing up some paperwork with Nadia, helping her catch up. I left around midnight.” 

“Where did you go when you left?” 

“My house.” 

“Which you share with Detective Jay Halstead, correct?” 

“Yes.” You looked back at Jay. His blue eyes were swimming with pride as he watched you take the stand. This was the most you talked about that night, other than when you were first questioned and in therapy sessions. 

“And you two are in a relationship, correct?” 

You nodded, “Engaged.” 

“Well congratulations,” Barba gave you a genuine smile, but it slowly faded as he phrased his next question, “What happened when you got home, Miss L/N?” 

This was always the part that you hated talking about.

“I was walking up the stairs to my house, when someone grabbed me, put their hand over my mouth, told me not to scream or I would regret it, and I felt something like the barrel of a gun pressed into my side. And then he walked me to his car. . . the next thing I remember is waking up in a bedroom, my hands tied to a pole above my head.” 

“And who else was in the bedroom?” 

You were silent, gathering your thoughts, “Nadia Decotis.” 

— — — 

Your head was pounding. Kind of like a bad hangover, your stomach was churning with painful cramps, and your body felt cold. Everything felt like you were moving in slow motion, as you slowly blinked your eyes open. It took you a moment, as you frantically looked around to realize the nightmare you were having was reality. You really had been abducted. Gregory Yates had abducted you. 

“Oh my god,” You cried, trying to sit up, but your arms were bound above your head, “What the. . .” You looked down to notice you were only in your underwear, your jeans and sweater gone. Tears sprang to your eyes, fear wrapping around your throat in a vice grip. You knew all too well what was going to happen. 

“Y/N,” a small voice said. You gasped, and looked over to the corner of the room. 

“Nadia,” You cried. She looked rough, bruised and dried blood covering her face. Her brown eyes were bloodshot, probably from hours of crying. You had no idea how she ended up here, but you assumed it had something to do with the man who brought you here too. Like you, her arms were bound behind her back, and she was chained to a spot on the ground, in only her undergarments.  

“We’re going to get out of here,” Nadia said, her voice full of determination, “Lindsay and Jay are going to find us and kill that bastard and-” 

“Oh look, she’s awake,” Yates said, walking into the room. Nadia sat back silently, her jaw clenching tightly. “Nice of you to join the party, Detective.” 

“You’re going to burn in hell,” You cursed as he walked towards you. Yates placed his hand on your face, and you pulled your face away, but he grabbed it, pulling it back towards him. 

“You are a very pretty girl,” Yates said, looking down at your naked body. You trashed again, “No wonder Detective Halstead has such a fun time with you.” 

“You don’t know anything,” You sneered. 

“I know that you like it rough,” His hand tangled in your hair and he pulled harshly, “You have a thing for handcuffs. Tell me. . .does he use his own or yours when-” You spat at him. Yates closed his eyes, trying to collect his patience, before back handing you. You gasped, your head moving with the force and the taste of blood filling your mouth. 

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Yates growled, before grabbing your body and turning you onto your stomach. You screamed, as Yates grabbed your underwear, pulling them forcefully down your legs. 

“You bastard!” Nadia yelled, “You won’t get away with this! We’ll kill you! We’re going to kill you!” You could hardly hear her over your own screaming as Yates’ rough hands ran down your body, moving towards your intimate parts, “It’s okay, Y/N. It’s all going to be okay. Don’t touch her! Let her go! Y/N, you’re going to be just fine!” 

“No!” You gasped, when Yates thrusted into you, stealing your last bit of innocence. 

— — — 

“Miss L/N,” Barba called softly again. You looked up at him through blurry, tear filled eyes. He gave you a small smile before stepping away from the stand, “No further questions.” 

You felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. The bailiff handed you a box of tissues, and you thanked him, dabbing the tears away. You looked up at Jay, who also had tears on his face, but was full of pride as you told your story. You smiled at him, and went to stand up. 

“Your honor, I want to cross examine,” Yates said, standing up from his table. 

“Objection, your honor, the witness has gone through enough trauma today,” Barba argued. 

“Then why make her relive it again tomorrow?” Yates asked, “Let’s get it done today.” 

The judge looked between them, “Fine. But get out of line, Mr. Yates and we’re done today.” 

“I’ll be on my best behavior,” Yates gave the judge a sickening smile, “Miss L/N.”

You gripped the hem of your skirt in your hands, “Yes.” You answered. 

“It’s nice to see you again-” 

“Objection!” Barba yelled, “Badgering.” 

“Overruled,” The judge answered back, “Yates, get on with it.” 

Yates nodded, “Miss L/N, did you have an orgasm when I, as you accused, raped you?” 

“What?” You gasped. 

“Objection!” Barba yelled, standing up from his desk, “Relevance! Your honor!” 

“I’m trying to build a storyboard,” Yates said, a sick smile on his face, “Studies show that women have a harder time orgasming, unless they find themselves in a complete relaxation mode in a trusting environment.” 

The judge weighed the ruling for a moment, “Overruled. The witness may answer.” 

“Are you kidding me!?” Barba objected again. 

“Silence, Mr. Barba or I’ll hold you in contempt.” The judge said, “The witness may answer.”

You felt sick as Yates turned towards you, taking a step to block Jay from your line of sight. You had hardly ever said a word of what happened down in the basement to Jay until today. Hank wouldn’t let him listen in on your initial interview or any of the ones leading up to the trial. Neither of you needed Jay losing his temper and doing something stupid. Olivia grabbed Jay’s hand as Yates took another step forward. 

“Did you, Miss L/N, have an orgasm when I, as you accused, raped you?” 

You dug your nails into your palms. You looked Yates in the eye, as tears fell in a steady stream, “Yes.”  

Yates smirked, “No further questions.” 

When the judge dismissed everyone for the day, Barba was quick to gather you from the witness stand. He guided you to a room off the side of the court room. You barely had time to process as the door swung open, and Lindsay, Hank, Al, Olivia and Amaro came rushing in. All of them were speaking at once, cursing Yates, cursing the Judge, even cursing Barba. You could feel a headache growing as you walked towards the large window facing the streets of New York. 

“What a sick bastard!” Lindsay cursed. 

“The jury can’t believe that bullshit he said,” Amaro said. 

“Juries do fucked up shit every day,” Al sighed, “It wouldn’t surprise me if he did.” 

“Nobody believes that she orgasmed because she liked it,” Olivia said, her voice full of disbelief at what just happened. 

“Are you going to nail him?” Hank’s gravely voice sounded out, “Or I’m going to kill him.” 

“I’m going to do the best that I can-” 

The door opened again, and you turned to find Jay standing in the doorway. It felt like everything had melted around you, and all you could focus on was him. For once in your life, you wished you had the power to read minds to know what he was thinking about. He just looked at you from across the room. 

Olivia must’ve realized what was going on and spoke up, “Hey, let’s give them the room,” She said, and everyone finally realized Jay had arrived. Slowly they made their way out of the room, but Olivia turned to look at you, “If you need anything, We’ll be outside the door.” You nodded your head. She patted Jay on the arm as she walked out. 

“I-” 

“I’m so sorry,” You blurted out. Jay furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He watched you stand there, and cover your mouth as sobs left your mouth, “I-I didn’t mean to,” You shook your head violently “I didn’t want it! I didn’t like it! I just. . . I just happened and I-” 

Jay crossed the room quickly, he hesitated for a moment, and you nodded, knowing exactly what he was going to do, and Jay wrapped his arms around you. You choked on a sob as you hugged him back for the first time in many months. He held you tightly against his chest, breathing in your scent as you cried in his arms. He had been waiting for this moment for months, the moment when you finally let him hold you in his arms and comfort you. 

Jay pulled back, holding you at arms length, “You did nothing wrong, you hear me, nothing.” He searched your eyes, hoping that he was getting through to you, “It’s a natural response. Anyone with two functioning brain cells knows that. It doesn't mean you wanted it, or liked it. He’s a sick fuck for trying to make it seem that way.” 

“I tried, Jay,” You bit your lip, “I tried hard to fight him off, and to stop him. He drugged me. I couldn’t fight him off.” Jay pulled you back into his chest. 

“I know,” Jay sniffled, trying to blink away his own tears, “I know you did everything you possibly could. And I am so, so grateful for that,” He placed a kiss on the top of your head, “He will not get away with this. I’m going to make sure he never sees the light of day again.”

Y/n knew Jay would be so upset if he knew she left the house in this weather. Since she became pregnant, the man has become even more protective than before. However, she knew he was having a busy day and couldn't leave work just because Y/n was hot — although he would do that if Y/n called him and asked to buy a fan.

But everything got worse when Y/n's vision became blurry and a feeling of nausea appeared. Jay's wife leaned against the wall next to her, trying to get some shade to compose herself. She brought a hand to her mouth, trying to breathe slowly to calm her heart that was beating rapidly against her chest.

"Miss! Miss, are you okay?" a man appeared in front of her, with a worried look. "Do you need me to call an ambulance?"

"No, it's okay." she managed to whisper. "Could you help me get to Fire Station 51? It's just a two-minute walk." the man, already advanced in age, seemed friendly enough for Y/n to trust him. And the truth was that she had no other option, as it seemed like her legs were going to give out at any moment.

"Sure thing, ma'am. Here, lean on my arm." he agreed with a gentle smile, offering her his arm to help her walk. "In this heat, no one should be walking around. It could be dangerous, especially in your condition."

"I know." Y/n sighed, knowing that beyond this lecture, she was going to hear worse from Jay when he found out. "But I wanted to buy a fan. It wasn't even a five-minute walk."

The man patted her hand in understanding. "I don't judge you, dear. My wife has already had three children, and in all of them, she was very stubborn. I understand that you don't want to be dependent on us, poor husbands, but we just want you to be well."

The woman didn't respond, now feeling even more guilty for not calling Jay to ask for this favor. She didn't want to bother him, but the plan didn't go as expected. The rest of the short walk was done in silence, Y/n's cheeks becoming more flushed, and having difficulty breathing in the hot air.

When they finally saw the fire station, Jay's wife couldn't be more relieved. Gabby and Brett, who were getting out of the ambulance, having just arrived from a call, noticed Y/n's tired form and immediately took hurried steps towards her, helping to carry her and him into the shade.

"Y/n? What happened? Are you feeling okay?" Gabby asked worriedly, helping her into the back of the ambulance. Y/n sat down, one hand on her stomach and the other on her back, closing her eyes as she started to feel dizzy.

"I'll call Jay." she managed to hear Brett say, but she was more focused on not throwing up than responding to the paramedics.

Thankfully, the man who helped her took charge of explaining what had happened. Y/n had the strength to open her eyes and thank him deeply for his help, asking if she could do anything to repay him, but he just shook his head and smiled. Then he left, as Y/n was now with people who could help her medically.

"What are your symptoms, Y/n?"

"I don't feel well, Gabby." her voice shook, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. "I'm sick, dizzy, and a headache is forming."

After leaving the phone call, Brett began taking her vitals, while Gabby applied a cold compress to her forehead. "You're most likely dehydrated, we have to go to the hospital to put you on an IV and check the baby."

"But he's fine, right?" Y/n sobbed scared, clutching her belly as she looked at her friends with a frown.

"Yes, he seems fine. But just to be sure." Gabby comforted, starting to help Y/n lay down on the stretcher.

"What did Jay say?"

"Well, he—" the blonde paramedic started to say, but was interrupted by the sirens of a police car, getting closer and closer. "I guess that's your answer."

"How did he get here so fast?" Y/n thought out loud as he watched the police officer get out of the still moving car. He immediately looked around for his wife. When he saw them, he quickly broke into a run, his eyes wide in panic. Hailey got out of the driver's seat, right behind Jay.

"I'm really sorry."

"What, baby? You don't have to apologize." Jay knelt down next to Y/n, gently cupping her face with his hands so he could assess her condition. Unconsciously, his hand slid down to her round belly, finally managing to take a deep breath when he felt a light kick against his touch. "I shouldn't have left you alone in this weather. You're okay, baby."

When Brett called him to explain the situation, he felt a sense of fear like he had never felt before. Not even when he had been shot at, kidnapped or beaten. The most important people in his life being in danger was his worst nightmare.

Luckily, they were in the neighborhood and managed to get to the fire station in record time thanks to Hailey's driving. Over time, Y/n and the blonde had become very close, often ganging up together against Jay. Not that he minded, since hearing his wife's giggles and knowing she was more relaxed when Jay was working as she trusted his partner to protect him.

"We need to get them to the hospital. Y/n is showing signs of dehydration and the baby needs to be checked." Jay's head turned unusually quickly to Gabby in concern. She hurried to add, "They both seem to be fine, but I want to make sure."

"I'll go back to the police station and let Voight know you won't be working anymore this week." Hailey offered. "I hope you're okay, Y/n. I'll stop at the hospital to check on you."

"Thank you, Hails." Y/n smiled weakly.

"Let's go." The man nodded, kissing Y/n's forehead comfortingly. He climbed into the back of the ambulance with her and held her hand the whole way while Gabby got into the driver's seat and Brett checked some vital signs.

The ride was relatively calm, but Y/n was getting paler and sicker by the minute. Jay mumbled words in an attempt to calm her down, but inside, he felt like he couldn't breathe. They should have called two ambulances because he was close to passing out.

Finally, they arrived at the hospital where Maggie and Will were waiting for them at the entrance. In no time, she was already settled in and several doctors were checking everything they could. Jay stayed by her side the whole time, answering some questions from the doctors when necessary.

The fluorescent lights of the hospital were harsh against Y/n’s already sensitive eyes as she waited for someone to tell her what was going on. Jay never let go of her hand, his grip firm but gentle, his thumb softly brushing against her knuckles in a silent attempt to comfort her. Her heart was pounding, but the cool sheets of the hospital bed and his touch gave her some relief.

Will Halstead, dressed in his white coat and looking every bit the composed doctor he was, entered the room, clipboard in hand. His face softened the moment he saw Y/n and Jay.

"Hey," Will greeted, his tone warm yet professional. "How are we doing here?"

"Not great, Will," Y/n admitted, her voice weak as she tried to give him a small smile. "I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck."

Jay immediately turned to his brother. "What’s going on? Is she okay? Is the baby okay?" His words came out in a rush, and it was clear he was doing everything he could to keep his composure.

Will raised a hand to calm his younger brother. "Take a breath, Jay," he said, flipping through the chart. "We ran some tests and monitored Y/n’s vitals. She’s severely dehydrated, which is why she felt dizzy and nauseous. Her blood pressure dropped, but thankfully, the baby is doing great. The ultrasound shows a strong heartbeat."

Y/n let out a shaky breath of relief, her free hand instinctively moving to her belly. Jay visibly relaxed beside her, the tension in his shoulders easing.

"So, she’s okay? The baby’s okay?" Jay asked again, needing to hear it one more time to truly believe it.

"Yes," Will assured them with a kind smile. "We’re giving her IV fluids to rehydrate her, and she should start feeling better soon. I do want her to stay overnight for observation, just to be safe, but I’m confident she and the baby will be fine."

"Thank you, Will," Y/n said, her voice cracking slightly as tears of relief welled in her eyes.

Will reached out to pat her head. "No need to thank me, Y/n. Just promise me you’ll stay out of this heat, okay?"

She nodded, feeling a mix of guilt and gratitude. "I’ll try," she murmured, glancing at Jay.

Jay turned to Will. "Thanks, man."

"Anything for my sister-and-law and nephew." He winked at her before stepping back. "I’ll check on you in a bit, but for now, just rest."

As Will left, the room fell quiet, except for the soft beep of the monitors and the rhythmic drip of the IV. Jay pulled a chair close to the bed, sinking into it as he brought Y/n’s hand to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to her fingers.

"You scared me today," he said softly, his eyes glistening as they locked onto hers. "Don’t ever do that again, Y/n. Please."

"I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I didn’t mean to worry you. I just... I didn’t want to bother you at work."

Jay let out a soft, incredulous laugh, shaking his head. "Bother me? Y/n, you and this baby are the most important things in my life. I’d drop everything in a heartbeat if you needed me."

Her lips trembled, and tears spilled down her cheeks. "I didn’t think it would be such a big deal. It was just a fan."

He leaned forward, cupping her face with both hands, his thumbs gently wiping away her tears. "Listen to me," he said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "Nothing is ‘just’ when it comes to you or our family. You’re my world. Promise me, no more trying to do everything on your own. I’m here for you. Always. Ask me to buy you a fan, food, a house, I don't care, I'll do it in a heartbeat."

She nodded, fresh tears streaming down her face. "I promise," she whispered, her voice breaking.

Jay leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead before resting his against hers. For a moment, they stayed like that, their breaths mingling as the world outside the hospital room faded away.

"I love you," she said softly, her hand finding its way to his cheek.

"I love you more," he replied, his voice low and full of sincerity. He placed a hand on her belly, feeling the soft flutter of movement beneath his palm. "And I love you, little one. But you’ve gotta cut your mom some slack, okay? No more giving her a hard time."

Y/n laughed weakly, the sound light and sweet. "Hear that?" she said, looking down at her bump. "You are already giving Daddy white hairs."

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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