#streetcop

ALL  HE  SEEMS  TO  BE  AWARE  OF  is  the  dull  pounding  of  his  heartbeat ,   echoing  in  his  ears .   jaw  remains  set ,   mouth  parted  just  enough  to  accommodate  the  swollen  lip ,   eyes  darting  side  to  side  as  they  stare  off  seemingly  into  nothing .    he  keeps  replaying  the  scene  from  what  felt  like  mere  moments  ago  over  and  over  in  his  head ;   trying  to  figure  out  what  went  wrong ,   trying  to  label  exactly  what  it  was  that  he  had  missed .    sure ,   some  things  were  out  of  even  intelligence’s  hands .    this  shouldn’t  have  been  one  of  them .    and  now ?    now  it  was  personal .

@streetcop​ asks: “When I met you that day, I knew you were it.” jay!

        fresh  out  of  rehab  and  already  nadia  was  struggling.  with  erin  working  and  her  alone  in  the  apartment,  anxiety  and  second  guessing  had  set  in.  she  had  tried  to  call  erin,  only  to  get  voicemail.  minutes  had  ticked  by  and  then  nadia  found  herself  out  of  the  apartment  building  with  a  wad  of  cash  in  hand.

she  wasn’t  used  to  all  of  these  new  emotions.  the  fear  of  wanting  to  be  good  enough,  of  having  someone  who  had  expectations,  of  not  being  in  control.  she  was  good  at  being  a  prostitute.  making  other  people  happy.  she  knew  how  to  do  that  and  she  exceeded  in  it.  but  this  real  world  ?  she  was  a  fish  out  of  water.

@streetcop​ asked: secrets — jake! ( my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret )

jake & erin.

                    if it was one thing jake was terrible at - it was letting people in and allowing them to be close to him. upon his relocating to chicago, only hank knew of his background; that he had been part of the deadly virus quarantine in atlanta. he didn’t talk about it and he didn’t want anyone to know, because for as much as the people back in his hometown tried to paint him as a hero - there was no hero. it was just 4,000 people trying to survive. keeping order in the cordon was out the window within weeks and all jake could do was keep the doctor trying to cure them safe. 

“i was in that virus outbreak in atlanta.” he spoke, hand toying with the beer in his hand. maybe she had already known one way or another, but it was the first time he had told her himself - or talked about it, in general. “there wasn’t enough room for all the bodies and i had to incinerate them. there were... piles of them. there were kids,” he struggled, a shake of his head as if trying to shake the entire experience off - but he couldn’t. no matter how much he ignored it, it would be with him forever. 

@streetcop​ asked: drunk — jake!! ( your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse )

jake & erin. 

                    drinking had become a clutch for him in the aftermath of being contained with a deadly virus. so as far as the people of chicago knew ( where he had relocated to after ), he just liked to drink. a lot. then again, most of the first responders in town ended up at molly’s on a nightly basis so was it really that terrible? no, it was only the nights when he’d had a bad day and everything came rushing back to him. those were the nights when he drank much more than he should. 

a pattern that erin had already picked up on, so when jake had asked otis for another drink - she took the reigns and cut him off herself. a look of relief in the firefighter’s eyes because the last thing he wanted was to do it himself - but he would have if he had to. after all, it wouldn’t have been the first time molly’s had seen jake in a drunken state. 

jake had fought and argued every step of the way as she ushered him home. all the way to his apartment. she knew full well if she hadn’t, he would have just headed to another bar. “what do you care if i make a fucking fool of myself there?” of course, he was a cop and had to keep his wits about him in the public eye, but he was tired of being rescued by her when all he wanted to do was drown in self misery. “stop pretending you give a damn about me, lindsay.” 

She’d been fighting back tears since finding Jay bleeding out after Angela had shot him. She never should have let him go back down in the basement, she should have gone down instead. Now her partner was in surgery, the surgeons fighting to save him and she had never felt so powerless in her life as she did right now.

She’d been lost in thought for so long now that she hadn’t even noticed Erin join her until the other woman spoke, bringing her out of her thoughts and causing her to look up. Her eyes were red from spending time trying not to cry.  “I can’t lose him.” She spoke, her voice sounding broken and hoarse. Even though Erin had moved to New York and was  no longer dating Jay, Hailey knew Erin still cared about him.