#voight

Cate lay sprawled across the cushions, her golden hair spilling over his lap like sunlight. Her head rested against him, her fingers idly tracing circles on his knee.

His arm draped lazily over the back of the couch, fingertips occasionally sparking faint blue light—little arcs of electricity that danced like restless fireflies.

“Y’know,” Cate murmured, her eyes half-focused on the ceiling fan slowly spinning above them. “If someone told me a year ago that I’d end up dating a human lightning rod, I would’ve laughed.”

He smirked down at her, running his fingers through her hair. “Human lightning rod? Wow. Romantic.”

“Well,” she said with a mischievous grin, “you do light up my life.”

He groaned. “That’s terrible. I love it.”

Cate giggled, her laughter soft and sincere. There were days when everything around them felt heavy—the legacy of Godolkin University, the weight of powers they didn’t always ask for—but moments like this felt like stolen breaths of normalcy. No crowds, no chaos, no expectations. Just them.

A faint crackle pulsed through his fingertips again, and she felt it buzz against her scalp. “You’re doing that thing,” she said, squinting playfully.

“What thing?”

“The static,” she teased, poking his chest. “You’re zapping me.”

He grinned, deliberately letting a small bolt dance between his fingers. “Maybe I’m just trying to keep you awake.”

She rolled her eyes but leaned into his touch anyway. “You’re such a dick.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, the TV flickering in the dimly lit room. Outside, rain tapped gently against the window, each drop a reminder of the storm he’d calmed earlier that day when a thundercloud had rolled unexpectedly over campus.

He didn’t tell many people how peaceful controlling storms felt—like holding something wild and teaching it to trust you.

Cate tilted her head slightly to look up at him. “Have you ever thought about… the future? Like, really thought about it?”

He blinked. “Like tomorrow’s breakfast or…?”

She gave him the look. “No. Like us. Where we’ll be. What we’ll do.”

Her voice carried a quiet vulnerability that made his chest tighten. “Yeah,” he admitted softly. “More than I probably should.”

She shifted a little to get more comfortable, still resting her head in his lap. “Tell me.”

He hesitated, then exhaled slowly. “Okay. I imagine us in some place far away from all this—away from the noise and the fighting and the endless PR statements. Maybe somewhere with a big yard, trees everywhere. A house that doesn’t look like it’s out of a brochure. Just… ours.”

Cate’s eyes softened. “That sounds perfect.”

“And inside,” he continued, his voice warming, “we’d have a couch way comfier than this one. The kind you can sink into and never get out of. And a kitchen where you’d probably use your powers to make me forget I burned dinner again.”

Cate smirked knowingly. “I’d do it every night.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “And maybe, a few years down the line… there’d be kids running around. One of them probably zapping the toaster. The other one convincing us to let them stay up late to watch movies.”

Cate’s heart skipped. Kids. She hadn’t heard him talk about that before—not like this. “Do you… want that?” she asked softly.

His hand instinctively found hers, their fingers intertwining. “Yeah. I do. I want a future where we don’t have to constantly look over our shoulders. Where our kids don’t have to grow up the way we did—always being measured, tested, branded. I want to give them something better.”

Her throat tightened at the sincerity in his voice. She’d spent so much of her life trapped in the idea of what she was supposed to be. The thought of building something new—a future that was theirs—made her chest ache in the best way.

“I’d be a terrible mom,” she said suddenly, half joking, half terrified.

He tilted his head, genuinely confused. “Why would you say that?”

“I mean…” She gestured vaguely, her powers heavy on her mind. “People get nervous when they shake my hand. And kids are… fragile.”

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, a soft static spark dancing between them. “Cate. You’d be amazing. You have more heart than anyone I know. Our kids would be lucky to have you.”

She blinked, swallowing hard. “You really believe that?”

“I don’t say things I don’t mean.”

She stared up at him for a long moment, the TV light flickering over both their faces. Something in his expression—steady, warm, unwavering—made her believe him.

Cate smiled softly. “Okay. If we’re building this fantasy future, then I want a big garden. With sunflowers taller than the roof. And a porch swing.”

“Done,” he said. “What else?”

“A dog,” She added immediately.

He raised an eyebrow. “A dog that’s not afraid of thunderstorms?”

She laughed. “We’ll train it.”

A kitchen that smelled like cinnamon rolls. A storm they’d watch from under a shared blanket. The sound of little feet on hardwood floors. It was wild and simple all at once—everything they’d never thought would be possible.

Outside, thunder rumbled softly, like the world itself was listening.

Cate nestled closer, her head fitting perfectly in the curve of his lap. “Promise me something,” she whispered.

“Anything.”

“No matter what happens out there…” She gestured toward the storm, the world, their messy reality. “…we don’t lose this. Us.”

Jay leaned against his desk as he talked to Erin, awaiting for the new case Voight was about to announce to them. There was word about kidnappings of women, where they were never found after they were taken. Six women were currently taken, and Voight was about to announce the plan of action. The team was blind as opposed to what it was, but they knew whatever it was they had to act fast, before things got out of hand.

The room went silent as Voight walked out of his office towards the middle of the room with pictures in his hands. Attaching them onto the board in front of him, he turned to face his team, and began to explain what was happening.

"Alright, here are the six women who have been taken in the past two weeks, each of them were seen in the local night club and that was their last sighting, meaning that the kidnapper is likely to be targeting that area. The victims were last seen getting into a taxi but they aren't traceable. Each plate comes up as legit taxi drivers, and when asked they say they weren't working the night the women were taken nd that they didn't even know there car was taken as it's in the same place as they had left it." Voight explained. "This guy is smart. He either managed to get the keys of these cars, take them and than return them when he's finished so as not to be caught quicker, or the cars are left unlocked and he wires it to turn on before leaving it as it was." Erin commented. "Well it worked, no one would know what happened apart from families becoming worried for their daughters." Kevin stated. "As you can see each girl here is in their 20's, has short h/c hair and e/c eyes meaning he has a type. So we need to catch him out before the next kidnapping." Voight stating, looking around as he finished explaining. "He seems to pick busy hours, when there are crowds around, hoping not to attract attention on him. College is out which means events are rolling in." Burgess stated. "When's the next event?" Jay asked. "Tonight there is karaoke night. He's bound to be there." Mouse spoke up, looking up from his computer. "Than we go there tonight. Hope to catch this son of a bastard." Voight spoke before The buzzer buzzed and the gate was heard opening.

Everyone's attention turned to the stairs as footsteps were heard, and each smiled slightly when they seen the woman walking up them. Y/n smiled softly as she held up a takeaway bag, having decided to bring Chinese for intelligence when Voight had asked her to come. She knew briefly of the case and knew that it would likely be a late one, so decided to bring some dinner for them when Voight had contacted her.

"Hey Y/n, what you doing here?" Adam asked, stretching over his desk so he could see her better. "Voight called, decided to bring dinner for everyone, sounds like a late night." Y/n replied, allowing Kevin to take the bags from her before moving to sit on Jay's chair, the owner of said chair craning around to smile at her in greeting.

Erin watched the two, unimpressed. She narrowed her eyes as Jay moved away from her side and behind his desk to hug y/n, y/n happily standing up to accept the hug. Wanting to drag her boyfriends attention away from the soldier, she started questioning Hank on their plans.

"So how are we going to catch him in the act? Neither me or Kim fit the description of the girls he's targeting." Erin asked, causing y/n to glance at Voight. "But y/n does." Voight pointed at said girl, causing everyone's attention to turn to her. "You can't be serious." Jay spoke out quickly, angered by the thought of his friend becoming a target. "Y/n fits what our guy is going for, she looks like a college student..." "Not sure how I feel about that comment." y/n spoke softly causing Kevin and Mouse to hid a grin. "She's a perfect match." Voight finished, gesturing to y/n. "I don't agree with this." Jay commented. "Jay stop, I've done more dangerous things than this." Y/n spoke firmly, "Besides I've already agreed." "You what?" Jay eyed her in frustration. "Jay, stop, she'll be fine. She's done more dangerous things than this." Erin stated, frowning at Jay for the way he was acting.

Jay only watched as y/n moved to Voight, allowing him to explain more in depth of what she was to do. He watched as she nodded along with his boss before they walked to Mouse where Hank told him to get y/n wired up.

"Jay, what you so worried about, she's fought worse." Adam spoke as he and Kim walked up to Jay and Erin. "She's on leave with an injury, and she's my friend, of course I'm worried." Jay explained as if it was the most obvious thing. "We'll be outside ready to interfere as needed. Once he goes for you let him take you, we'll be ready and waiting outside." Hank finished saying to y/n as Mouse helped wire her up. "How do we know if this is going to work?" Jay asked aloud. "We don't, but we have to try." Y/n stated, her brain going into autopilot.

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Like previous missions and tasks, y/n was nervous, but she knew that the reason or doing this was to help save other girls and to prevent it from happening again. Her mind was on neutral, and she eyes a gentleman across the bar from her as she swirled her drink. He had been watching her all night, and y/n was sure that this man was the one Intelligence was looking for. Catching his eye, y/n smiled slyly before turning to talk to the barman in front of her.

“Could I get another please?” She asked, before downing the last of her drink. “I’ll get this.” The guy from across the bar suddenly appeared beside her. “That’s very kind of you.” Y/n smiled, batting her eyelashes a little. “It’s the least I can do for a pretty girl like yourself.” The guy spoke, causing y/n to look down as she blushed.

Outside in a van, Jay could only scowl as he heard the conversation between y/n and the guy. Erin sat beside him, and rolled her eyes at the look on her boyfriends face. He had done nothing but watch y/n before she went in, fussing over her and asking her repeatedly to change her mind. Halstead was worried about the girl, and that didn’t sit right with Erin.

“What do you say we head out of here, maybe someplace quiet.” The guy was heard over the ear piece, and the team sat up straight. “Y/n, go with him, but act surprised.” Voight coached the girl over the speaker, and Jay glared at his boss. “We just met, and you want me to leave with you.” Y/n feigned shock, turning her vision away from the guy in front of her. “Come on, you can trust me.” The guy laughed lightly, trying to encourage her. “I just don’t know if I should.” Y/n said unsure, trying to egg the guy on as he laughed before moving closer to her. “I have a gun and I’m not afraid to use it.” The guy threatened, leaning towards y/n so only she could hear. Y/n gasped, showing fear. “Come with me willingly and I won’t hurt you. Struggle, and it will end badly for you.” The guy spoke. “Ok.” Y/n gulped, voice shaking.

“We got him.” Voight stated, smirking at the guys confession. “Than let’s go.” Jay spoke, not liking the idea of someone’s hands being on his friends. “Jay, wait.” Erin spoke. “We take this easy or it could all go wrong.” She stated. “Kevin & Burgess, take the left, Erin & Adam go right, Halstead, your with me.” Voight commanded to his team as they got ready to move out.

Y/n got off her stool and allowed the guy in front to take her arm as they exited the night club. Shivering under the cold air hitting her skin, y/n looked to the left as cars were heard skidding in the distance. The guys grip hardened more as he seen Intelligence step out of their cars.

“Shit cops.” He cursed. “Chicago PD, let her go.” Voight shouted. “Keep moving, don’t stop.” The guy commanded, pushing the barrel of his gun into y/n’s back.

Y/n tripped over her feet as the guy forced her to move. Her back arched as she felt the barrel. Knowing this could turn nasty, she choose to follow the guys commands. This was part of the plan but that didn’t mean the guy could turn.

Jay took off after y/n, not listening as Hank shouted at him to get in. He choose to keep running, and turned the corner he say y/n go, his mind only on y/n. He heard the cars rushing behind him, but his mouth tightened as she seen y/n being forced into a car.

“Chicago PD, stop a*****e.” Jay shouted, causing y/n to look back at him. “Help, help.” Y/n shouted, playing the act till she was pushed into the car, her head hitting the door, knocking her unconscious.

The guy fired at Jay, causing him to duck down, taking out his own gun to fire back. Another shot was heard from the passengers side of the car, diverting Jays attention as the guy got into the car. Hearing the car engine, Jay cursed and started shooting at the car, before dropping down as a bullet nicked his arm. He turned to look over his shoulder as he heard cars stopping behind him

“Jay, are you okay.” Erin shouted out, running to her boyfriend as the car in front of them drove off. “I’m fine.” Jay brushed Erin away from him, standing up to watch as the car turned a corner. “This was part of the plan.” Burgess nodded her head, trying to convince herself and Jay that all would be okay. “Yeah, yeah, sure.” Jay sighed, allowing Erin to look at his wound. “Let’s head back to intelligence, see what mouse has heard.” Voight spoke up. “Come on, let’s get you to med.” Erin stated, holding Jays arm as he got off the ground.