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Rewind, Remix, & Replay Jay & Kim 6x6

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You guys have no idea how excited I was to write this chapter!!! The whole thing came together in just over an hour. Things are going to start getting some momentum and some more stuff is going to get aired out. 

Jay had been over at Haliey's checking up on her. After hearing her in the interrogation room he knew his partner shouldn’t be alone. He had been there trying unsuccessfully to get her to talk to him about it for over an hour. He was finishing up his second beer sitting at her island in the kitchen when she got up to answer the knock on her door.

He recognizes the voice and when he rounds the corner, he sees Ruzek standing practically on top of Haliey. The way he is in her space is intimate. Jay feels anger clench in his chest. After the way, he talked to Kim about their inter-team relationship, and he was messing around with Haliey. Where did he get off?

Jay knew the moment Ruzek saw him. The man immediately took a few steps back and his gaze shot away from Haliey guiltily. “It’s not what it looks like.” Jay scoffs- this is the guy Kim was so mad about him punching? This self-righteous hypocrite, who couldn’t even own up to his relationship? It was pathetic.

“Smart, nothing good comes from workplace relationships.” The comment was sarcastic and bitter. He goes back into the kitchen to grab his jacket. He is yanking it on and heading back out the door before he says or does something he will regret- or makes Kim mad at him again. He hears Haliey call his name as he leaves the door swing closed behind him. Upton was his partner if nothing else then she should have told him. He knew the familiarity they were showing- they had been together for a while.

Jay closes Kim’s apartment door a little too harshly. She takes that to mean that Haliey hadn’t been receptive to his pep talk. “Is Hailey, okay?” Kim mutes the TV as Jay walks into the living room.

“Oh, I’d say so.” Kim’s eyebrows furrow together at his angry tone as he takes off his jacket and throws it over the back of the recliner. Jay puts his hands on his hips as he levels her with a straight stare. “Ruzek and her are together.” Jay’s blue gaze watched her intently for any reactions. Kim had been with Ruzek and she was devastated after she had felt forced to end things. He knew she had held on much longer than she had appeared to. If his confrontation with Adam had caused so much emotion in her, he could only imagine how she would feel when she found out he was screwing around with her friend. Maybe she would react like Ruzek had.

Jay didn’t see any emotions filter across her face. Just the furrow of her eyebrows scrunched together. “Yeah, I know.” Her simple statement makes his frustration rise and he isn’t sure why.

“You know?” He repeats searching her warm brown eyes, “For how long?” Kim hums in thought pressing her lips together.

“Um, the last few weeks, maybe a month.” Her smile turns rye and there is a slight shake of her head as she plays with the ends of the blanket on her lap. “Adam isn’t as discreet as he thinks he is. You think he would have learned better by now.”

“And it doesn’t bother you?” His tone is low and thick with an emotion she can’t quite name. Kim tries to figure out why he is so upset. Was it the fact that Hailey hadn’t told him or maybe the comments Adam had made after finding out they were together and then subsequently doing the same thing he had shamed them for?

“No, why would it?” Jay crosses his arms across his chest. The change in demeanor catches Kim’s notice. It wasn’t like Jay to beat around the bush and it was slightly off-putting trying to guess what he was thinking.

“Well, you were mad at me for a few days after I punched Adam.” Kim’s mouth parts in the realization of what Jay had been getting at. And the emotion that she hadn’t been able to place- jealousy. The miscommunication of what had happened the night Jay had decked Adam for his out-of-pocket comment. Kim throws the blanket off her lap and closes the distance between them.

“Jay I wasn’t mad at you,” He scoffed giving her a disbelieving look, “I wasn’t. Hey, Jay listen to me. Adam deserved what he got. Honestly, I was impressed you lasted as long as you did, to be honest. The comments were getting to me too.”

“Then why were you-?” Kim sighs stalling her hands that were absently rubbing up and down his arms. Her gaze fell to their feet guiltily. Voight had been pissed about what she had done but he had kept it quiet. Nobody had found out that she had lied and then hidden the fact that Kendra had been a witness to try to save herself at the expense of the case. Kim hadn’t told Jay because she had been so ashamed and hadn’t wanted Jay to think less of her or her ability to do her job.

“The ride along,” She huffed out a sigh, “I lied about Kendra being in the car. I knew she might have witnessed the shooting. Voight threatened to bury me if I ever did anything like that again. I know I deserved it-but it was hard to hear.” Kim swallowed hard. She still hadn’t come to terms with her stupid decision yet. “I wasn’t mad at you. I was mad at myself- and embarrassed, ashamed, and I felt guilty.” Tears burned at the back of her eyes as she blinked forcing them away. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to think of me differently. That I wasn’t a good cop.”

“Baby,” His voice was soft, and he cupped her jaw forcing her head up. Her watery brown eyes meet his. “I don’t think that. Mistakes are part of the job. It happens and it will again. That is why you have to rely on your team. Rely on me.” He wipes away the tear that drips down her cheek with his calloused thumb.

“You don’t have anything to worry about, ya know.” She turns her head to kiss his palm, her brown eyes locked with his blue ones. “I love you, Jay.” His posture instantly relaxes the tension melting from his body. The words that had been stuck in his throat for months slipped so easily from her lips. It lights his chest with a pleasant warmth a smile taking over his face.

Rewind, Remix, & Replay Jay & Kim (Bonus) Med 4x6

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This didn’t come out exactly the way I wanted but it will do. NSFW content below! Sorry about the wait. I think writer block is slowly setting in.

Jay had been working on Will’s Bachelor party for weeks. Kim thought it was a good thing considering the friction between the brothers. Jay had been putting a lot of effort into it even though he felt the fact that it was combined with Natalie's bachelorette party and the costume theme was ridiculous. Kim had to agree with the first one- if she ever did end up getting married, she was going out with a bang with all of her girlfriends. The second part however she vehemently disagreed.

She loved Halloween and to dress up. Her attempt to get Jay to do matching costumes had been a complete flop. He was going in a black suit no matter what Kim said. She had decided to pick something dressy to kind of match him. Jessica Rabbit has seemed like the obvious choice and easy to come up with. A red dress with a cut clean up to the hip, red heels and lipstick, and purple arm-length gloves. Jay had stopped and stared when she had entered the venue a low whistle escaping his lips as he eyed her figure appreciatively.

He had come early to finish getting everything ready before all the guests arrived. The party had been in full swing for about an hour now. The place was packed with doctors, nurses, police officers, firefighters, and other friends and family. Everyone was indulging in food, alcohol, and conversation.

Kim was trying to mingle with Natalie after congratulating her on her upcoming wedding. The woman was all smiles but the encounter was awkward. Kim had been trying her best to gain a semblance of friendship with her to no avail. She planned on being with Jay indefinitely. If she and Nat were going to continue spending hockey game nights and holidays together being on friendly terms seemed the best option. That being said the two of them just didn’t seem to click.

Kim downed the last few gulps of her drink to aid the awkwardness she was feeling. “Hey baby,” Kim turned with a start to see Jay. A huge smile took over her face, and she leaned forward for a kiss. Jay pushed back a few tendrils of her hair and pressed another peck to her lips. He slides behind her, his hands wrapped around her waist as they start rocking together to the beat. “Have I told you how incredibly sexy you look in that dress?” The words are whispered against her neck his stubble scraping her skin.

Kim tilted her to give him better access a soft hum of delight leaving her lips. She leans back into him her hands caressing his arms. He kisses her shoulder pulling her tighter back against him. His touch sends a pleasant heat to her lower stomach. Kim feels sexy and the buzz from the alcohol makes her feel bold. She turns in his arms breathing the words against his lips, “You should see what is underneath.”

She slips out of his arms leaving him stunned. Kim only gives him one heated backward glance as she slips around the corner and into the bathroom. Less than a minute passes before Jay joins her. She watches him flip the lock. She sashays slowly over to him stopping only inches from him.

He is on her in an instant. His hand grabs her face and tilts it the way he wants it. His lips are hungry, dominating their kiss. He backs her into the wall and she gasps into his mouth as the chill of the brick hits her skin. His arms cage her in pressing himself tightly against her body. Kim can feel the hardness of his cock rubbing against her with every rock of his hips. Her hands grab at him in a frenzy feeling the muscles of his shoulders bunch as he grabs her thighs and lifts her. She moans wantonly into his mouth as her legs wrap around his waist.

His fingers find her hair tugging on the strands, knowing it drives her wild. Kim throws her head back and he assaults her neck with kisses. They make a path down to her breast flush with where the top of her dress lays. Kim presses down on his shoulders using it as momentum to rock herself more aggressively into him. Curses fall from his lips as his hands palm her ass squeezing it tightly.

Kim pushes the thin straps off of her shoulders allowing her dress to fall bunching at her stomach. Jay wastes no time in finding a nipple, his tongue swirling around the bud. Kim leans back pushing more of her weight against the wall as she arches her back. He leathers attention onto her aching breasts. Kim's eyes are half-lidded watching their forms in the mirror. It’s erotic and she feels a rush of arousal flood her. “Jay,” Her voice is sultry and husky and catches his attention instantly. “I want you to bend me over and fuck me in front of that mirror.”

He groaned, sliding her slowly down his body and back onto her feet. His left hand trailing purposely up her thigh where the slit of her dress reveals creamy pink skin. Kim pulls away from him to go to the counter in front of the mirror. Jay meets her eyes in the mirror as he undoes his belt and jeans as he strides toward her. He doesn’t waste his time removing clothes, he just pushes her dress up and his pants down enough for him to slide inside her. He groans when bare pale skin is revealed to him. No panties. “Are you trying to fucking kill me- but damn you are right- I love what’s underneath-fuck,”

Kim's senses go into overdrive as she arches back into him. Jay was always a tight fit but she is so wet it is an easy slide. She braces her hands on the counter as he starts thrusting roughly inside her. Her gaze drops and she cries out loudly when he shifts just enough the angle changes and hits an unexpectedly sensitive spot inside her. A flood of arousal soaks his cock and her thighs. His hand wraps around her neck squeezing just hard enough to get her attention. “You look at me when I’m fucking you this good.”

The words make her flush from her head to her toes. Her gaze finds his in the mirror again. When his hand starts to release pressure and edge away, she grabs his wrist forcing him to hold her neck tighter. He takes the cue wordless choking her just tight enough to restrict her air. His pace is brutal and they are both rapidly approaching their climaxes. Jay can feel Kim’s core fluttering around his cock. His other hand finds her clit and starts rubbing firm precise circles. Her moans get louder and his grip on her throat tightens. “Quiet or everyone will hear you. Or is that what you want? You want everyone to know how well I fuck you? How good I make you feel? How loud I can make you scream?”

“Jay,” Her cheeks were flushed a beautiful shade of pink, her knuckles white from the grip she had on the counter. Jay could feel her thighs trembling and she was leaning more of her weight against the counter her nipples rubbing against the marble of the countertops.

“That’s it, baby, say my name. Say my name as I make you come all over my cock.” Kim practically screamed his name as she finally came. Her core clenched hard around Jay’s dick as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her. He continued fucking her through her orgasm and into his own.

He held her tighter as he caught his breath, leaning forward to place a gentle peck on the curve of her neck. Kim turns languishly in his arms leaning back against the counter with her hip. Her hands slide up his chest still fully clothed chest feeling his heartbeat pounding against her palm. Then she steals another slow lazy kiss. Jay fixes her dress, gently pulling the straps back over her shoulders before smoothly the fabric down her sides. He stops at her hips grabbing them and lifting her to sit on the counter.

Rewind, Remix, & Replay Jay & Kim 6x3

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I know I made Adam a bit of an asshole, but he is kind of known for his overreactions. I promise he will get over it. Emotions are running high in the PD.  

They don’t need to make the announcement when they return to work the week following Jay’s dad’s death. It was pretty obvious to the team why Kim would take the time off. Trudy, Voight, and Kevin had already known and Antonio had his suspicions. The only two taken off guard by it was Haliey and Adam.

The two had been so preoccupied with keeping their own relationship a secret they hadn’t had time to look at anyone else’s. Hailey only felt mild frustration it had slipped past her keen eye. While Adam had been visibly upset when initially finding out. When the team had come in the day following Jay getting shot the bullpen had been missing two of the team members. Voight had made a short but officiant announcement that they would be pulling double duty as two of their members would be out for the week. "Two Sarg?” Adam had asked looking over at Kim’s empty desk.

“That’s what I said.” Voight tone bore no further questions as he headed to his office. Everyone had watched as a range of different emotions flashed across Ruzek’s face. Adam felt betrayed when he realized that he seemed to be the only one blindsided by this revelation.

One that he tried to rationalize with other plausible reasons Kim could be off at the same time as Halstead without them being together. He hadn’t come up with many and the ones he had were unlikely at best. The pair showing back up to work on the same day, at the same time, carrying paper coffee cups with the same logo would squash any alternative but the truth.

They were together.

They both looked worse for wear. A little tired and distracted. Neither seemed to be on top of their game but were in decent headspaces. There was one other notable difference. They were walking in and around each other like magnets. While they hadn’t talked about actively stopping their attempts to be discreet, they both just had.

It wasn’t a crazy big difference. It was Jay lingering around Kim’s desk. Kim bringing Jay coffee when she went to the breakroom for her cup. The way the two of them seemed to suddenly have the ability to communicate through just a look. It was Kim leaning just a little too close into Jay’s space when he was showing her information in a file their bodies brushing against each other. The natural way Jay’s hand found Kim’s lower back when he needed to slide behind her.

It all pissed Adam off.

It came to a head just before their shift was over. It was just Kim and Adam left in the bullpen. Kim was gathering her things when Adam finally broke, “Halstead huh?” The words were bitter. Kim straightened; she had been dreading this moment. She could feel Adam’s eyes on her all day. It was whenever Jay was within arm's reach of her. His animosity thick in the room.

“Just say what you need to say, Adam.” Adam scoffed heading towards her.

“Out of everybody you could pick- Everyone in Chicago- hell the precinct- Halstead, c’mon Kim, really?” Kim bristled. She had promised herself that she would just let Adam get whatever he needed to silently. He would feel better and they could all move on. The thought went out the window with Adam’s comment about Jay.

“What is that supposed to mean?” It came out much sharper than she intended and it made Adam get even louder.

“Oh, I don’t know Kim. What do you think it means? I’ve worked with the guy for the last six years. We are friends- don't you think you should have told me- that might have been the decent thing to do. I didn’t even think Halstead was the type of guy you would be interested in. Right after Al’s death too. Is that how you grieve Kim, fucking cops?”

“The decent thing to do-” Kim's jaw clenched and she felt anger a breath forcing out of her lungs. Her voice raises louder and louder anger simmering in her.“Like you have any idea what the decent thing to do is? First off, my personal life is none of your business anymore- Jay and me- I don’t owe you anything. And how dare you-” Her voice drops dangerously low with hurt and she has to stifle a sob, tears of frustration and hurt burning her eyes. “Bringing Al into this. He was my partner, Adam.”

Adam's eyes soften darting away from hers. He knew he crossed a line. The pounding of feet on the steps covers his calling of her name. Jay comes into view and Adam can tell by the look on his face he heard a good chunk of their argument. His brows are furrowed, jaw clenched, eyes dark and sharp glaring at Adam. His gaze shifts to Kim who is hastily throwing on her jacket. “I could hear you guys down stairs. What the fuck is your problem Ruzek-”

Rewind, Remix, & Replay Jay & Kim (Bonus) Med 4x3

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All these sad episodes are starting to get to me a bit. This was a rough season for both Jay and Kim. The struggle of getting over the bumps. Hope you all enjoy. And as always thank you for all the support! <3 

The wake is crowded and Kim has to amble and dodge people to make her way to Will. His bright red hair was a beacon in the sea of black clothes. He is chatting with Natalie. The dark-haired woman is smiling warmly at him. Will smiles back seemingly unaffected by the fact that he is at his father’s funeral. The taller man turns at the sound of his name giving Kim a nod. “Everything okay? Where is Jay?”

“That’s why I came over here.” Kim turns to give a subtle look at Jay, who is lurking alone in the corner of the room. She had hovering around him since they had arrived but Jay’s mood had been stormy. They had both been off the last few days on Voight's orders and Jay hadn’t been doing well. While he didn’t complain about it, she knew that he was still incredibly sore from being shot and had been doubling up on ibuprofen and Tylenol to deal with his bruised ribs.

His mood was dark and distant in a way Kim had never experienced from him. He didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t want comfort. It seemed like he just wanted to be left alone. He had been drinking too. More than she had ever seen. She had been trying everything from pushing him to talk, to just sitting with him, to giving him space. Everything had the same dull distant response. She was struggling with what else she could do for him. “I was hoping maybe-” Will dark eyes were comforting as he nodded.

“Yeah,” Will squeezed her shoulder reassuringly as he headed over to his younger brother. Kim came to stand by Natalie. She didn’t know the woman well. She tried to make small talk but her mind was distracted. Natalie didn’t seem to be in the same state of anxiety as she was either. She was too calm and collected for Kim’s scattered brain.

Jay watched Will come into his line of vision. “You doing, okay?” Jay false started with his bottle to his lips, bringing it back down before he drank.

“Yeah, man.” Will put a hand on his shoulder as a sign of support.

“You sure about that?” Jay pressed his lips together looking over at Kim. She wasn’t even trying to hide that she was watching him. He took a long swing of his beer finishing it. “She is just worried about you.”

“I know,” His voice is full of guilt. He knew Kim was trying her best to be there for him. Jay just felt like he was disconnected from his life and everyone in it. It took too much energy to talk to people and too long for his brain to process what they were saying. It made him feel like he was constantly having to play catch up. His head was full of cotton and he felt numb. Everything seemed to be buffered by an invisible force that was holding him hostage. It was like walking underwater. He couldn’t seem to break free of it. “It’s not what I intended.”

“Let’s try to ease some of her worries.” Will nodded his head to their cousins who started playing music on the piano and singing. Will pulled on Jay’s arm urging him forward and into the fold of their family. Jay follows him and tries to listen to the music. Others were starting to join in singing and Jay tried to as well. He barely managed to breathe out the words, missing whole lines. It didn’t help him but as the girls walked over, he noticed that Kim seemed a little less tense. That made it worth it. He lifted his arm and she slid into him. She fit like a puzzle piece against him. A warm heat against his side that bleed into his chest. The familiar smell of her coconut shampoo tickled his nose breaking through his senses. He rested his chin against her head feeling steadier on his feet. The day passes in a blur. Jay couldn’t decide if it was dragging on or speeding past. Time had been strange lately. He doesn’t even realize that he has let Kim drive until they pull into his parking spot.

He needs a hot shower to rinse off the day. He turns on the water on and starts unbuttoning his dress shirt, undoing the cuffs and slipping it off. He catches his reflection in the mirror and catches his eyes staring back at him. They are unfocused but a vivid shade of blue.

His father’s blue.

The thought knocks the wind out of him. A sharp pain shoots through his chest chasing away the numbness. He catches himself, bracing his hands on the sides of the sink. There is a tightness in his chest and his knees buckle. He collapses on the floor as wave after wave of emotions that he had been suppressing hit him. He rubs his eyes roughly as tears pour down his cheeks, silent sobs catching in his chest.

Rewind, Remix & Replay Jay & Kim (Bonus) Fire 6x14

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My favorite part of One Chicago is all the crossovers! So, there will be some chapters that go into fire and med. Not a ton, but a few that can add some backstory and some more cushion to the plot and relationship. This chapter is kind of random- but I loved the idea. I hope you enjoy it!

Minor Edit: 10/21/25

Jay was trying not to hover. The workload had been light in intelligence, and everyone was using the slow time to catch up on overdue paperwork. Kim had been asked to help on another case and had been gone most of the day. She had just returned about an hour before the shift was over. The members of intelligence had been slowly trickling out.

They decided to go to a new Mexican place that had opened up after work when they realized they might leave on time. Jay was just going to wait for her, but the shift ended twenty minutes ago, and Jay had finished the last of his paperwork. Kim was still sitting and staring at her computer. Jay knew something was wrong, but he didn’t want to ask her about it while Al was sitting across from her.

After another ten minutes, Al grabbed his coat, calling out a goodbye as he left. He was barely on the stairs when Jay was on his feet and heading to Kim’s desk. Jay noted that the computer screen was black from disuse. Kim was miles away in her own world. He set his hand lightly on her shoulder and she jolted. “Hey,” He soothes as Kim’s brown eyes dart to him, her hand shooting up reflexively to catch his. She squeezes it when she processes that it is him. “Talk to me.” His voice is low and no-nonsense. Kim could hear his worry. Her pause was too long. “Is it Zoey?”

“No, no, she's okay. It’s not that.” Kim gave Jay a halfhearted smile as she watched some of the tension release from his stance. Kim didn’t know how it had happened, but in the blink of an eye, the two had become close. She suspected it was because Jay treated her like a normal kid. He didn’t press her about the issues with her parents, school, or lack of interest in the things she used to like. Or maybe it had to do with the fact that he watched her shows and movies with no complaints no matter how girly they were, indulging her in sweets and introducing her to her new favorite movie snack- bacon popcorn.

“Then what is it?”

“It’s just… the case I helped with today. It just hit me in a way I didn’t expect. Brought up some memories.” Jay waits, but she doesn’t continue. He reaches for the papers on her desk. When she doesn’t object, he takes the stack and starts flipping through the call report.

“A DV?” His eyes flashed to hers. “Kim,” His tone betrays his internal thoughts. She knows exactly where his mind has gone. She isn’t sure how to start, but the emotions and thoughts in her head bubble up to the surface. Jay's presence is warm and strong. A shelter for the storm brewing in her chest.

“I think I’ve told you that Nicole practically raised me since I was ten.” Jay inclined his head, his blue eyes sharp. “My mom and dad’s divorce- it was ugly. He just… made a life with a new family. My mom started working more- traveling a lot for work- and drinking more. A lot more. I was practically alone, searching for someone to care about me. I was almost a perfect target.” Kim sucked in a breath, trying to settle her emotions as tears burned at the back of her eyes. “But my friend Shannon- she was a better one. Neither of us had parents, really, but I had Nicole, and she didn’t have anyone. She was bouncing between relatives' houses. When I met her, she was sleeping on a blowup mattress on her Great Aunt's living room floor.”

Kim swallowed hard as her voice broke. “She had nothing, and her life was hard, but she was the sweetest girl you would ever meet. Do anything for anyone, give you her last dollar with a smile. Everyone called her Sugar.” Kim closed her eyes, trying to push back the tears, seeing the curly-haired blonde in her mind, all smiles, freckles covering her cheeks. “Josh was older than us. He was cute and charming. That's how it always starts, though, isn’t it? He flirted with me and made me feel like a hundred bucks. I thought he would ask me out, but Nicole was always hovering. It used to make me so mad.” Kim shook her head, playing with the blue pen on her desk, watching absently as ink smeared on her fingertips.

“It didn’t take long for him and Sugar to start dating. The two were thick as thieves. When he graduated the next year, he moved her in with him to an off-campus dorm room. Josh’s parents had money. She ended up transferring to a closer school. But I knew she would be better off because he was so good to her- gave her everything without her even asking. She was so lucky- I thought. I was fifteen- I didn’t realize how strange and inappropriate it was for a girl that young to be living with an eighteen-year-old by themselves. I didn’t see the signs when she started to get more and more distant. We went from seeing each other every day to maybe three or four times a year. Then I turned eighteen and started working at the airport. I became a flight attendant maybe six months after.”

“Kim,” Jay tried to soothe, but Kim couldn’t stop. Her emotions are pushing up through her throat in the form of an overflow of words she can’t stop.

“You know I was so busy with work- about to do a flight to Germany- that I made the first conversation I had with her in over a year less than two minutes. One minute and forty-seven seconds to be exact. Sugar wanted to meet up- I could tell she was upset, but I was late and about to get on my plane. I told her I would call her back… She was dead before I even made it to Germany.” Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she stood up as Jay tried to reach for her. “She was trying to leave him after almost eight years. Eight years of hell and abuse. Abuse that I had no idea about. Did you know that it is when you are in the most danger of being killed? Not in an abusive relationship, but when you try to leave it. Ironic, right?” Kim breathed bitterly.

“Kim, this isn’t your fault.” He reached for her again. She put her hands up, keeping space between them. She didn’t feel like she deserved the comfort. Jay’s hand wrapped around the nape of her neck and pulled her forward. Her hands get trapped between their bodies as he embraces her tightly. He tucks her head under his chin, kissing her forehead.

Her fingers curl around the soft material of his shirt, scrunching it into a fist. Her body melts into him, hungry for the comfort he is offering. “I could have helped her.” The anguish in her voice ripped through his heart.

“Baby, you didn’t know. This isn’t on you.” He rocked her, hot tears wetting his shirt. He didn’t rush her. The empty bullpen was the only other witness to her grief. She calmed down slowly, her grip on him loosening. He pressed another lingering kiss to her forehead. He pulled back far enough to see her face and brush away the tears that hadn’t been soaked up by his shirt. Then reached for her jacket. “Come on, let’s get you back to my apartment.”

Kim sniffed, running a finger through her hair. “I’m sorry, I’m not really feeling up for sex tonight.” Kim tensed at her own blunt words; her filter seemed to have disappeared for the night. Jay’s lips twitch, repressing a smile.

“Well, as sexy as you look right now,” His thumb rubbed away some of her smeared mascara from beneath her eye, “I was thinking more along the lines of Rocky Road and you curled up in a blanket watching the Seahawks' game. But if you really push- I'll let you pick what we watch and might even let you wear the sweatshirt you stole and I just got back last week.” Kim laughed despite herself, resting her forehead against Jay's chest, the tension successfully broken.

It ended up in a compromise. Kim had turned the hockey game, and Jay had given her his- and her- favorite sweatshirt to wear. Kim sat on the couch bare except for the warm, soft, worn cotton of the sweatshirt. Jay came over to her, wearing his jersey and sweatpants, holding a tub of Rocky Road and two spoons. Kim knew he wouldn’t eat much of it- Jay didn’t have a sweet tooth and preferred salty snacks. He was just indulging so she wouldn’t have to eat it alone. He sat down, and they naturally slid together. Kim lifted the blanket for him to slip under, his arm wrapping around her.

Kim finished off the carton and fell asleep with her face buried in Jay’s chest before halftime. Jay noticed how much younger she looked when she slept. He hated to see how hard she was on herself. Always so strong for everyone else. There was a persistent tug in his chest to make sure she knew she could lean on him. To take the comfort she was so willing to give but not ask for or expect.

Rewind, Remix, & Replay Jay & Kim 5x14 & 5x15

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I decided to combine these episodes because I didn’t have a lot for 14, it was really just a setup for 15. And I was excited to write 15’s idea, so sue me lol. I know this couple is niche but it's nice to know that others like it too. 

Minor Edit: 10/18/25

The case had been a hard one for Kim. A girl had been raped. It was a sore spot for everyone in intelligence, but it was still a gaping wound for the female detective. The timing didn’t help either. For the last few weeks, she had been using furlough. It had started with a full week off, and now was bleeding into a day here or there or having to leave early.

Jay wasn’t sure what the rest of the team knew, but Kim was trying to rubber-band and Band-Aid her family back together. Her sister Nicole had been struggling badly since she had been drugged and raped. She also had survivor's guilt after finding out that her best friend had frozen to death trying to escape. Kim had originally taken a few weeks off to help her and her niece readjust and cope. Kim said that her support had been only mildly successful. It didn’t help that Nicole was going through a nasty divorce. Her husband was trying to keep all the money and property that the two had acquired together.

Kim had told him during one of their nights together that she felt like her sister was slipping away. Nicole wouldn’t take the support she was trying to give her and had been isolating herself. She had gone completely remote for her job and was having everything delivered, so she never had to leave her house. “I just don’t understand it. The more I try to be there for her, to help her, the more she pulls away. I don’t know what else to do. And Zoey…Zoey has no idea what to do with herself. Her whole life has been completely upheaved.”

Jay had seen her eyes mist over with tears as she talked about how her bright and happy niece had become a shell of herself. Her mother’s isolation had forced her to isolate as well. Zoey was normally a social butterfly, but she had been quiet the last few months and hadn't been able to bounce back. Her nearly perfect grades were now barely passing. All her interests had melted away into nothing. Kim had downed a shot before admitting that it was even worse when she came back from staying with her dad. Kim had asked her about it, but she had refused to discuss it.

Jay had just listened to her as they sat at Molly’s in the back corner by themselves. He could tell that she wanted space. Everything in her posture screamed, 'Don’t touch me.' So, he hadn’t. Instead, he just listened. When she was done and far drunker than he had ever seen her, he drove her back to her apartment to make sure that she got there safely. He had forced her to take some painkillers and tucked her into bed to get some sleep. Then he had locked up her apartment before returning to his own.

It had been only a week later that she had requested a furlough. Jay hadn’t seen much of her since. He would be lying if he didn’t admit he missed their nights together. It had become such a routine that it was disorienting to no longer have it. He understood and tried to support her the best he could. He lingered around her at work in case she needed anything or wanted to talk. He tried to absorb some of her workload to make her days easier without taking over. He knew that if Kim was anything like him, she would want a semblance of control in this situation.

Jay didn't need to worry about overstepping. Kim was so stuck in her own world that she had not noticed much of anything. Even work cases had started to bleed together. She was starting to miss things. Voight and Al had started to notice. Kim had been sidelined, kept away from the act. What was more concerning was that she hadn't seemed to notice.

In week six of not seeing her outside of work, Jay decided to stop by her apartment. Things had seemingly started to get back to normal for her, and he wanted to check up on her.

Kim opened the door to see Jay standing in the hallway of her apartment. He was holding two boxes of pizza with a smaller one that she could guess was a dessert by the chocolate smell wafting through the air. In his other hand, he had a case of beer. He gave her a soft smile, “Just wanted to check in. Thought you might be hungry.”

Kim smiled at him, then glanced back into the apartment when a voice asked, “Who is it?” Jay saw the dark head of hair coming out of Kim’s kitchen.

“Zoey, you remember Jay Halstead? He is a detective in my unit.” Zoey shuffled closer, and Jay could see it. The girl was exhausted and not just physically. Her whole demeanor was forlorn and heavy, her face blank of all emotions. She had shut down and looked numb. It was a huge difference from the smiling, easy-natured girl he had met a few times before. Even when he had seen her in the hospital after almost dying, she was in better spirits.

“Hey Zoey,” He smiled at her, but she only returned with the barest curve of the corner of her lips.

“Yeah. Hi, Detective Halstead.” Jay shifted awkwardly; he hadn’t expected Zoey to be there. He wondered if he had crossed some line and was unsure what to do. He looked to Kim for direction. She had her lips pressed together in a thin line as she watched her niece worry, furrowing her features. Then Zoey caught the smell of chocolate chips and peanut butter. She sniffed, and a look of real happiness flashed across her face, “Is that the deluxe s’moreo cookie?”

Jay’s blue gaze flashed down the box and then back to the preteen girl. He had bought the dessert on a whim. Kim was a chocolate hound, and they had been having a deal. “Yeah, I’m guessing it's good then?”

“The absolute best!” Jay smiled at the young girl, “Aunt Kim, you have to try it. It’s so good! Can we eat while we watch TV?”

“Yeah, of course. Pizza first, though.” Jay glanced over at Kim, who was now smiling but with tears misting her eyes.

“I’ll go get the paper plates!” Zoey rushed back to the kitchen.

Jay felt Kim’s warm hand grasp his bicep, “I know this isn’t what you probably expected, but-”

“It’s okay, Kim. This worked out even better than I thought it would. I get to cheer up two girls now. You know how I love playing hero.” He teases, setting the boxes down on the coffee table. He pulls her into a hug, and she melts into it. She relishes the comfort he gives and the musky scent of his cologne. And if she takes a minute to breathe in the smell, well, she was only human.

“You say that now, but she wants to watch a High School Musical marathon tonight, and you're just on time for the premiere.” Jay’s face scrunches, not thrilled about the movie choice, but willing to do anything in his power to keep the smile on Zoey’s face.

“Well, it can’t be any cheesier than the stuff you’ve made me watch.” Kim laughed against his chest, poking gently at his ribs.

“Oh, that’s what you think. But just you wait. You’ll be tapping out before the second one ends.” She pulled back a bit and rubbed her hands down his sides. Her tone turns serious. “Thank you. This… this is the first time I’ve seen her smile in… God I don’t even know when.”

“I’m here if you need me. You know that.” Kim nods, leaning back into his embrace to steal just a little more comfort before Zoey returns. She feels the soft press of his lip against her forehead. She lets out an inaudible gasp against his chest. It was the first time Jay had ever done that. It sent warmth throughout her entire body like a wildfire. It was a more intimate action than they had ever shared before.

Zoey paused on her way back to the living room. Her aunt was being held more than hugged by Detective Halstead. Her body leaning into his frame. It was clear to the twelve-year-old that they were a lot more than just coworkers. Zoey had seen how much her entire family had been struggling and how her aunt had been the one trying to hold it all together. Kim was like a stone wall, steady and strong. Not asking for help. It made Zoey feel better to know she had someone to lean on, too.

She backed up into the kitchen and this time made sure to be louder as she returned to the living room. When she made it back around the corner, the two had parted. Kim took the case of beer from Detective Halstead and was heading to put it in the fridge.

The first few minutes were on the awkward side. They all settled down on the couch. Kim ended up in the middle, closer to Zoey and leaving a decent distance between her and Jay. Zoey turned on the first High School Musical, and they ate pizza. Dessert swiftly followed. Kim did, in fact, love the S’moreo- she and Zoey about polished it off themselves. Jay had a piece, and it was good, but it wasn’t his favorite. It was too sweet. He was happy to have the girls eat it. The first movie was almost over, and everyone had settled deeper and more comfortably into the couch. The lights had been turned off, and the soft blankets were pulled out.

By the time the second was on, Zoey had ‘accidentally’ stolen over half of the couch. Her sparkly pink-painted toes rested on Kim’s lap as she lay with her head on the arm of the couch. If it forced Kim and Jay to sit practically on top of each other, it was 'unintentional'. By the middle of the second movie, Kim was completely resting against Jay. Her back pressed against his strong chest. His arm was behind the couch, and his fingers were running through Kim's hair. Zoey was denying sleep by sheer willpower. Her blue eyes struggled to stay open. Her mind was in a half-asleep daze. Zoey had been struggling to sleep for months. Anxiety and insomnia plagued her. There was a warmness in the room tonight, a comforting air, that soothed over her body like a child’s favorite blanket. She was out before the credits rolled.

Kim looked up at Jay, “I’m impressed, I didn’t think you would hold out that long.” Her voice was only a bit softer than normal. Zoey might have trouble falling asleep, but the girl could sleep through a tornado.

“Your shows prepared me for the worst. I’ve been desensitized.” Kim pinched him on the side. He jumped, batting away her hands, and he chuckled. “Hey, that’s not nice.”

“I’m nice. Nice enough to let you pick the next movie.” Kim handed him the remote. “Even one of those army movies, you pick apart the inaccuracies in.” Jay subtly turns to look at his watch, but the motion isn’t missed by Kim. “Unless it’s late and you need to head out.” He shakes his head. Checking his watch had been out of habit more than anything. Jay had no intention of leaving until he had to. He had stayed out a lot later than midnight and still made it to work in the morning. And he felt like he was finally able to give Kim some of the support she had been giving everyone else, him included.

Rewind, Remix, & Replay Kim & Jay 5x12

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This one turned out really long. It’s setting up the way I want it to though I think. I’m loving this couple more and more as I write them. The next chapter will probably be short because I don’t have much to add to that particular episode—just a heads-up. Enjoy lovies xoxo

Minor Edit- 10/18/25

Jay & Kim 5x12 

This one turned out really long. It’s setting up the way I want it to, though I think. I’m loving this couple more and more as I write them. The next chapter will probably be pretty short because I don’t have a lot to add to that particular episode.  

There is a groan at the alarm going off on Jay’s phone that is distinctly not his. His eyes flutter open, and it takes him a minute to decipher where he is. His long frame is draped across the couch in Kim’s apartment. He fumbles in search of his phone. A glance around shows that it is still on the coffee table, still blaring its alarm ringtone. He starts to move forward to reach it, but Kim groans again as she is currently using his chest for a pillow.  

He puts a hand on her back to steady her as he folds forward to grab his phone and silence the alarm. Kim is looking up at him with blurry sleep sleep-filled eyes. Her warm hand grabs his forearm to twist his wrist to make out the time. When she sees that it is almost an hour earlier than she normally gets up for work, she snuggles back down into her cocoon of blankets and into Jay’s warmth. He settles back into the couch cushions as well, running his hand over his eyes.  

He had learned in the last few months that Kim was not a morning person. She couldn’t function without a cup of coffee and could be quite moody in the mornings. Jay, on the other hand, was used to having to be awake at a moment's notice. He wasn’t one to snooze alarms or linger in bed. He stretched, feeling the uncomfortable sensation of spending yet another night in his jeans. The harsh denim was sticking to his thighs with sweat, and his belt buckle was digging into his skin. 

After a night with the team at Molly’s, he had spent the night at Kim’s. It had been a long but fun night. He had been in a good mood, such a good mood, that he had even let Kim convince him to sing for the karaoke-themed night. She had cheered animatedly when he finished and had been impressed with his rather good singing voice, which she playfully teased him about. When it had started getting late, Jay had offered to drive her home. He had ended up coming in for just one more beer and had ended up on her couch watching a random movie on the TV. Neither one of them had made it long, and if Jay had to guess, his beer was probably still more than halfway full. 

What had started as a random thing had now become a common occurrence. Jay couldn’t help it. He was touched starved, and Kim was affectionate. She wasn’t afraid to give comfort when she felt someone needed it. He shouldn’t have been surprised- he had seen her friendship with Kevin. Still, when she offered him the same kindness, it shocked him.  

The night that she had first hugged him, he had fallen asleep on her couch. It had been a long day emotionally. He had gone to talk to his therapist willingly for the first time. He had finally wanted to sort out some of the things in his head. He had only been there a short period of time, but he talked more than he ever had. After Jay had knocked on Kim’s door with a case of beer, and the request not to talk. She had turned on the hockey game for him and popped popcorn for them to share. He remembers indulging himself in it. She had made it extra buttery, and as the flavor hit his taste buds, he wondered when he had eaten last. 

He had fallen asleep before the game had even made it to halftime. When he had groggily woken up sometime later, a new show had been on. Some trashy reality TV show that he couldn’t name. He had moved closer to her while he was asleep and was now leaning against her. His head was practically in her lap with the blanket from the back of the couch thrown over him. He felt pleasantly warm, and the whirling of the ceiling fan gave a soothing white noise. 

He had tried to get up, to fight back sleep, but his brain was foggy, and his body was begging for rest. He hadn’t been sleeping well in weeks and was still having vivid PTSD nightmares that left him feeling more tired than when he went to sleep. Kim looked down and noticed his fluttering eyelashes. When she had felt him start moving to get up, she had shifted, urging him to lie more comfortably in her lap. She had squeezed his shoulder gently, then smoothed it down his back as he had shifted to lie on his stomach. He felt her readjust the blanket higher, telling him it was okay to sleep. He hadn’t had much choice- his body forcing him back down into a strangely restful sleep. Jay couldn’t be sure of what made him sleep so well-or didn’t want to look into it too deeply- but he wanted more of it. 

Jay had continued coming back in search of that warm comfort and to soothe his touch-starved body. Usually, in the past, when he felt this way, he had searched for the beds of wanton women. He had learned after only a few days with Kim that physical comfort, platonic or not, was different and longer lasting when it was given by someone who knew and cared about you.  

It probably wouldn’t have become an almost biweekly thing if Kim hadn’t seemed to need and crave the same thing. Jay might not have been super close to Kim, but he knew that Ruzek had done a number on her multiple times. It was inevitable that they started talking too. Witty banter that never strayed to anything too serious. It was light and playful and good for them both. 

Jay looks back down at his watch. If he went home now, he wouldn’t even have time to shower. He had a bag in his truck that had spare clothes. If he got up and made coffee, it would be done by the time he was done. She could have her cup, then take a shower of her own. He made to get up, and Kim groaned again, wrapping her arms tighter around his waist. “I have to get up.” Kim groans and readjusts, pressing her face further into his chest. He rubs her back soothingly, “Don’t you want me to make your coffee?” 

That perks her up a bit. 

Kim turned her head to look up at him, opening only one eye to meet his gaze. She thinks it over before nodding decisively to herself. “Five more minutes,” Jay chuckles, but doesn’t argue. When the time is up, Kim’s grumbles are kept to a minimum as he replaces himself with the pillow he had been using. She twists, cocooning herself deeper into the blankets they had been ‘sharing’. Kim was a blanket hog, but Jay generally didn’t mind. He ran hot.  

He made himself busy starting the coffee. He typically made it stronger than Kim. He found that out one morning when he took a sip without looking at the off-color. He had to drink twice as much to actually feel the caffeine. Kim swore he was just being overdramatic. Maybe he was just a little, but she was too fun to tease, not too. So, he split it do the middle of their preferences. Then he headed out to his truck and grabbed his go bag. He took a quick but hot and satisfying shower. He dried off with a thick, soft, and unnecessarily bright towel. He threw on his clothes and poured two cups of coffee in one, he put a ‘normal’ amount of sugar in one, and in the other he up an ‘obscene’ amount and then added creamer.  

He walked to the couch, setting the cups on the coffee table. Then rubbed Kim’s shoulder to help ease her awake. She blinked up at him, then gave him a pointed glare, until he pressed the warm mug into her hand. Her face immediately softened as she moved to a sitting position and took a grateful sip. Jay sat next to her, flipping on the news channel.  

Half of her cup was drained when she finally smiled at him, “Thank you,” But added with a grumble, “It’s still too early though.” Jay gave her an easy smile.  

“But now we can have a real breakfast. How do you want your eggs?” Kim gave a pause, and he offered instead, “Oatmeal?” Kim downed the rest of her coffee and patted him softly on the cheek as his blue eyes shone in amusement.  

“I don’t care what anyone says about you, you are just a big ol’ softie.” The alarm started ringing loudly on her phone now, and she shifted to turn it off before heading to the shower. 

“What, who says?” She didn’t respond as she continued towards the bathroom, “Kim? Who says?” 

— 

Jay is surprised when he opens his door to find Kim. “I thought you would be with Atwater.” The worry that had been overtaking her features all day had finally been released after finding Kevin alive and mostly unharmed. She now just looked exhausted from the day. Her eyebrows were still furrowed with stress, but slumped with fatigue.  

“He said he had something to do. Is it-” She shifted awkwardly, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. “Do you mind- I can just-” Kim gestured behind her in a way of saying that she could leave, already backing away. It was always Jay who showed up at her place. She wasn’t sure what had made her think that she had the right to show up at his place unannounced. He was clearly settling down for the night in his sweatpants and an undershirt. His feet bare against the wood of his floors. What if he was busy, or he had a friend over? What if he had a girl over? Just because she had no interest in venturing back into the dating world, it didn’t mean Jay hadn’t.  

Jay’s expression changed as she started to back up. He hadn’t meant to make her feel unwelcome. He reached out, grabbing her bicep softly but firm enough that she felt his pull. He eased her into a warm hug. He knew she had been on edge all day. Adrenalin pumping and focused. The high had left her, and she was tired and overwhelmed with the emotions that she had been experiencing all day.  A few tears slide down her face from the emotion of the day, but neither commented on it. Jay twisted, shuffling her into his apartment before closing and locking the door behind them.  

Kim glances around his apartment curiously. It’s clean and organized, what she would expect from ex-military. The colors were neutral, and while there were pictures and memorabilia, it was kept to a minimum. Jay didn’t rush her; instead headed to the kitchen for a drink for her. Kim hit the living room. A hockey game was on the TV at a low volume. Then she noticed the overstuffed tan couch. Kim could almost feel how plush it would be and how it would hug every curve as she sank into it. She wasted no time testing her theory. She practically moaned in delight when it surpassed her expectations. Jay chuckled, and it caused her to look up. He held out a glass of red wine.  

Kim only hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take it. Most people she worked with didn’t know she indulged in wine. She always drank beer and hard liquor when she was out with the police force, the exception being Kevin. She didn’t want to draw any more attention to the fact that she was a female cop than there already was. She realized that she drank a few glasses with Jay around when he had shown up at her apartment to, as he put it, not talk.  

“Thank you,” Her voice was more tentative than she meant for it to be. It was strangely touching that he had noticed her preference. He sat on the couch next to her, the couch cushions sagging and bringing them closer, their thighs touching. Kim took a sip as he reached around her, grabbed the blanket that was thrown over the back of the couch, and wrapped it around her. He left his arm around the back of the couch, sliding to rest fluidly around her shoulders. She leaned into his warmth. Then winced as her hair got caught between his arm and the couch, tugging. He immediately lifted his arm, callous fingers of his other hand freeing and moving her ponytail out of the way. Kim’s hand went to rub at her temples and slid down to her eyes. 

“You okay?”  

Kim waved him off, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I just have a bit of a headache.” That was the understatement of the century. Her head had been pounding for hours and had started in the back of her skull and had steadily moved forward to encompass her temples and then her eyes. She knew it was a stress headache. They always started in the back of her head. 

“It’s in the back of your head, too?” Jay had lowered his tone, making his voice deeper to not aggravate her headache. She had barely nodded when his fingers had pulled out her hair tie. His strong fingers massaged the tension out of the nape of her neck up into her hair.  

It felt absolutely delightful. 

She sighed, leaning back into his hand, resting more of her weight against him. It didn’t make her headache go away, but it did turn the pounding into a more bearable ache. “How did you learn to do that?” Jay's face turned wistful, like he was being taken back in time.  

“My mom used to get them a lot. She swore the only thing that helped was when my dad did that. He was rough on me and Will. Wanted us to toughen up, but he wasn’t such a son of a bitch to her. No question that he loved her.” He offered humor to cover his still lingering grief, “When she got sick, they got worse. I used to do it for her too, near the end.” Kim didn’t know what to say. Jay didn’t talk about his mom, but she knew that she had passed away from cancer years before. 

Kim squeezed his knee to let him know she was there and listening if he wanted to talk more about it. He said nothing else, so she let the subject drop. His fingers had stopped massaging and were not carding through her hair. His clever fingers untangle and brush through the thick strands.  

It had been such a comfort for her as a child. She had tried to get many of her boyfriends to do it. Some flat out refused, others, like Adam, gave halfhearted attempts that just made her miss her sister doing it even more, to the point where she stopped asking. Jay had just started doing it absentmindedly, and it was perfect. It shouldn’t have shocked her. She had seen him with kids on their cases. Jay may be a bad ass ex-ranger, but he had an undeniable nurturing side. Whoever ended up with him in the long run was going to be taken care of. If he ever had kids, they would have what Kim always wanted, the knowledge that their father truly loved them and that he was going to stick around for the long haul. 

Kim must have been silent for too long because Jay asked, “You still doing okay?” She hummed in appreciation. 

“Yeah, that feels good. It’s making me sleepy.” His fingers continued running through her hair. He shifted and Kim followed his movements as he lay down on the couch and she rested against his chest.  One hand pulling the blanket to cover her better and the other alternating between carding through her hair and massaging her scalp.