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The question made him cease his notetaking and look at you skeptically over his reading glasses: “...Maybe…”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Rafae!” You now sat up, fully awake. “We said we wouldn’t go up against each other anymore!”

“Hey, it’s not my fault the state wants their best man in this case, Miss Y/N,” he used your formal name to signify he was being “Work Rafael”.

“Too bad their ‘best man’ still can’t beat me, Mr. Barba” You smirked.

“Oh, we’ll see,” He smugly smiled back.

“Come on Raffi,” You whined. “Put it away, cuddle me. I have a hard day tomorrow,”

“As do I,” He shook his head with a smile while going back to his work.

“Five minutes?” You batted your eyes.

“You can spoon me if you don’t knock over my laptop,” He conceded while continuing to write.

You did so, snuggling your head close against his thigh. After a few moments, Rafael stopped writing and looked down at you with annoyance.

“Wait a second,” His tone was skeptical. “Are you cuddling me so you can see my notes about tomorrow?”

“...Well, you broke the ‘no bringing work to bed’ rule first,” you smirked. “I was just following suit,”

“That’s it,” He tossed his laptop and legal pad onto the side of his nightstand and began to tickle you. “You’re getting punished for this,”

“Ah!! Raffi!! Stop!!” You squealed and giggled.

You’d known each other before you joined Intelligence, and you’d been friends with benefits for a few months. The move to Intelligence meant you had to keep even your friendship low key, something that he made it difficult to do. You climbed the stairs two at a time, greeting everyone with a wave.

“Atwater, Burgess, Halstead needs backup at the location. Something about multiple people going in and out of the house, they don’t want to be outmanned. Upton, take your partner and hang back a few blocks away in case people run. There’s an alley behind the house that we’ve blocked at one side, so you can stand at the other end.” Voight still hadn’t learned your name, insisting he would when you lasted six weeks. Adam had told you it was normal so you just let it pass.

You and Hailey nodded and geared up, your standard duty weapons on your hip, and a spare in your thigh holster for easy access if it was needed. The plan was for it to be a simple in and out, but you’d quickly learned that was unlikely at best.

You could hear the bust begin, Jay calling out “CPD, hands where we can see them!” But the chase began quickly. Two perps ran towards you and Hailey, and you could see the weapons in their hands. Gun out, you called to them “CPD, stop right there and drop your weapon.” They stalled for a moment, before making a decision and running towards you with the weapons outstretched. You aimed low and fired at their legs, but missed in the commotion of the run. Finally they were nearly on you and Hailey, and the two of you took them down with a tackle, their weapons falling to the side as you cuffed them, lifting them up and making sure they were ok.

The interrogations didn’t take long, they were kids who were being initiated into the gang and didn’t know what was happening really. With Voight’s contacts in the gang unit he got them sent over there, the promise of no jail time if they stayed on the straight and narrow ringing in their ears.

“Good job, kid,” Voight said walking past your desk, his hand on your shoulder for a moment. You smiled, appreciating the praise from the gruff sergeant. Even though you didn’t hit them, forms still had to be filled out for discharging your weapon. The six of you were stuck doing paperwork until quitting time.

“C’mon, we had a good day today, let’s go to Molly’s. Drinks on the newbie.” Jay announced, and you elbowed him in return.

“I’ll get round one, but you’re on the hook after that, Halstead,” you retorted, putting on your coat and hat while making sure your weapons were securely locked in your desk drawer.

The six of you piled around the table at Molly’s, and true to your word you got the first round, handing everyone their beers. Everyone gave a cheers and drank, before Jay looked at the label of his.

“This doesn’t taste right, you got me an IPA, right?” He asked, looking over at you.

“Yeah, I did. The non alcoholic one like you said,” you answered innocently, taking a swig from your bottle and trying to ignore Adam’s hand on your thigh, creeping up your jeans.

There was a laugh from the table, and Jay just stared at you.

“You’re fucking dangerous, you know that? You’ll fit in, though.”

The evening passed into night, and you were the first one to call it a night. Adam kept his hand on you below the table all evening, and if you didn’t leave you were going to make out with him right there in front of your new coworkers. You settled up with Stella at the bar, waving goodbye.

Once you got outside you pulled out your phone to get a Lyft, but before you could even open the app someone had hold of your arm. You nearly punched him, but looked up and it was Adam, lust clear on his face. You let him direct you to the alley that led to the patio, and he pinned you against the wall.

“Do you know how fucking hot you are with that thigh holster?” He asked, attacking your neck with kisses. “I swear every time I looked at you I was nearly hard.” Your head fell back against the brick, letting him work his magic.

“Adam, please. Just kiss me because if you don’t I’m going home alone.” At your words he lifted his head, kissing you slowly and deeply. His calloused lips ground against yours, lifting your burgundy lipstick off and slightly bruising them. He tasted like the beers and bar nuts you’d all been eating, but there was something unmistakably Adam there. He was more intoxicating than the liquor you’d drank, and you wanted more of him. He stood between your legs, his thigh pressed against your core as you drank him in.

“My place? You left a shirt last time, I washed it.” He murmured against your ear, nipping and sucking at your earlobe to make you melt against him.

“Fine. But we get up early enough so I can shower alone, I know what you’re like in it.” He drew away from you, that stupid sexy smirk on his face.

“If you insist,” he replied, wrapping an arm around your waist. Neither of you were sober enough to drive, so you got a Lyft and watched it approach your location. Before too long it was there, and the two of you left the alley to get in. As Adam closed the door behind you you heard a call from Molly’s, and there was Jay and Hailey, staring open mouthed at Adam having gotten you into the car.

“Ruzek, what the fuck?!” Was the last thing you heard as he closed his own door, wrapping your hand in his as you drove away.

“We’re going to be in so much trouble tomorrow,” you groaned, head against the headrest in frustration.