kiss my ass.

 ROUGH AND TUMBLE. i was born into bad news & i just can't seem to get away from it. indie and private erin lindsay from   chicago pd.

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hank’s spine straightened.     now that wasn’t fair.   ( was it? )   “  – will i be AROUND? “   voice raised.   “ i bust my ass to be here! don’t i come home every night?  i may not have all the time in the world but i do what i gotta do! “  he paid the bills.  put food on the table.  he was nothing like the piece of shit scumbags who let their kids get up to god knows what whilst he got a fix,  or left their wives to sleep in a cold bed every night whilst they fooled around with a mistress.  he was there as much as he could be given what he did for a living.  

her hands were held up in defense but she didn’t back down.    “    eh,    keep your voice down.    ”    they’d had yelling matches before.    rarely,    but they certainly weren’t having one now.    “    justin’s upstairs.    ”    she took to leaning against the counter in silence.    the last thing camille wanted was to see the girl go down the drains.    god,    she was just a kid.    a shake of her head & cami met eyes with her husband.    “    that’s not what i meant,    hank.    ”    quieter,    almost in surrender.    a long sigh.    “    we don’t have a choice,    do we    ?    ”    WE.

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it took everything hank had.   every ounce of self-control, not to wipe abramov’s slick grin right off his face.   ( &&. break a couple fingers, too ).  fortunately for them both—liv acted.   he found himself being straddled suddenly, abramov sitting opposite in observance.   “  yeah. c’mere, baby, “ hank growled.  it made him feel, well, angry was a good place to start.  hands placed to benson’s hips, palms sliding up her body.     any minute now… abramov would get the call.

the dress inches up her legs due to position.    fingers worked to slowly undo the buttons of his shirt while her lips pressed kisses along his neck.    it were infuriating    ---    this sick perv could get off on this,    knowing what was to come.    as the last button were undone the sound of a phone ringing turned her eyes.    saved by the bell.    abramov waved them off in a ‘ silence ‘ motion.    moments later,    his jaw were tightened & the phone shoved to the table.    “    we oughta speed things up,    yeah    ?    ”    a look tossed between him and the man by the door.

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brows creased.    “ what about justin?   it’d be good for him.  another kid around… “   hank turned, back to the counter as his wife created distance.  hands rose, turning away from each-other with shoulders hunched.  “ what am i supposed to do?    get her out n’then abandon her?    i can’t do that, cami.   you don’t know what the system’s like—–you know how many kids i see chewed up and spat out?   worse off than they were when they went in!    the system is broken.  “ 

a deep breath is expelled.    “    and you    ?    will you be around    ?    ”    okay,    a little harsh.    but it were her point.    hank’s job were something she’d come to terms with a long time ago.    the long hours happened.    were they wanted    ?    no,    but they were tolerable.    a part of him.    “    ---...    how well do you even know her    ?    ”    stress evident in her tone.    sure,    the girl had been to the house.    which ultimately meant that hank trusted her.    a lot.    cami got that much.    but this were their son too.

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the look.   always the look.   “ why not? “    hank sighed.   “ she’s a good kid, cami.  she deserves a chance.  we could do this.   “    he knew they could.   there wasn’t anything they couldn’t do together, no matter how difficult raising two teenagers would be.  

cami crossed the little space between her & the counter separating them.    her voice low.    though not angry...    no,    it were frustration radiating from her.    he’d very well known her take before coming through that front door.    “    yeah    ?    &    what about justin    ?    ”    arms folded across her chest.    hank would know what she meant.    he were a busy man,    she knew that.    respected it.    their son    ?    it were hard on him as it was.

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“  yeah only problem is she’s got place to go, y’know?   father’s in prison n’ her mom’s a deadbeat junkie.  “   hank looked his wife in the eyes, almost a pleading glance already surfacing.  “ she’ll be put into the system—it’s inevitable but uh…she needs a good home.  “   ( finally ) the leaflet is unraveled and placed down upon the counter.   tongue swiped across his bottom lips slowly… anticipating what was to come.   “   just hear me out.  “

eyes moved from his & to the pamphlet.    THINKING OF BECOMING A FOSTER PARENT ?    a hand met her forehead,    straying back through her locks.    then,    the look.    one she’d given him a hundred times.    "    that’s what the system is for,    hank.    ”    her jaw set in it’s place.    “    don’t you think we have enough    ?    ”    justin were...    he were justin,    and teenage years were difficult in themselves.    “    we can’t.    ”

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hank never had much tact.    useless at it, he just ripped the band-aid right off.    he shrugged in his approach, hands holding on to the rolled leaflet tightly.   “ yeah you remember that kid erin?  i brought her round one time… “    a pause before continuing.   she remembered.   “ real nice kid… she uh… she’s gettin’ out. i mean—gettin’ out of the life for good. “

a nod stood testament of her remembrance.    “    wow.    ”    she stopped what she were doing,    turning towards him.    hank & kids.    he’d always had a heart for ‘em.    one of the many reasons she loved him.    clearly,    he cared for the girl.    “    that’s good,    hank.    good for her.    ”    and she meant it.   the kid’d been troubled.    besides,    no kid deserved that life.

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a deep sigh.  one of contentment.  he was finally home—and it sure as shit had been a long day.  good, long.  she was getting out.  FINALLY ready to get out.  he could’ve fucking cried.  “ uhh.. “  his keys were set down, jacket shrugged off.  “  good. i mean… best day at work in a long time. “  he cast her a smile.   oh, boy.  boy was he gonna get it.  nevertheless, he took the  ‘ thinking of becoming a foster parent? ‘    leaflet out of his jeans pocket and walked over anyways.

”    yeah    ?    ”    head turned over her shoulder,    raised brows.    she certainly hadn’t heard that in awhile.    for all it was worth,    it were nice to hear.    camille went about plating the steak & mashed potatoes.    “    you gonna leave me hangin’    ?    ”    a gingerly smile gracing her lips.

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the moment abramov approached, hank knew how this was going down.  each victim had signs of consensual sex before things went south.  this pervert liked to watch, before having the male tied down and having his way ( brutally )with their wives.  making them watch.  hank cast the russian a smile, before taking liv’s free hand with a gentle squeeze.  he would only watch just enough, before everything was stopped.  fortunately for them, the entire thing was engineered so liv & hank could skip the… consensual part.  thanks to a girl on the inside abramov would be called out on business, hopefully causing him to cut the entire thing short.  if that failed hank would pretend to spook and try to split. “ lucky for us i have something of my own room here, “ the russian explained as he led them through the back.  “ i’m here so often i thought why not? “ he chuckled, looking at hank.  “ you’re in good hands. “  in which a hand found hank’s chest, sliding up his shirt as they stopped in front of abramov’s room. christ. he could practically hear ruzek & atwater’s laughter.  “ you look tense, big boy. “   a glance back to liv.   “  maybe you can loosen him up.  “

her heels clacked against the new flooring as they followed abramov to the back.    guys like him were cowards.    a coward they’d taken down before    &    would have no problem doing again.    even if it meant getting a little gritty.    she’d be lying if she said it didn’t make her skin crawl though.    “    mmm.    and we know just how to do that,    don’t we    ?    ”    hips swayed,    backing hank up to the chair.    a light push to his chest and he were sitting in it.    and in one slow motion,    each leg found a home at his sides,    straddling him.    abramov kept his eyes peeled.

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   “    you’re home.    ”    she mused aloud with a soft smile.    placing the book on the table    &    crossing the room,    his entry served her call to begin re-preparing his dinner.    he ate when he got home.    no questions.    a side-cheek kiss was given before cami disappeared down the hallway.    “    long day...    you must be exhausted.    ”    they were mostly long days but he’d left earlier than usual.    “    how was it    ?    ”

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    chest to chest they moved,    swaying with the music.    were the predicaments different...    she wouldn’t even go there;    head completely in the game.    this guy were sick.    they needed to catch him before he got his hands on anyone else.    her expression conveyed none of her thoughts,    only sultry features.    liv’d done this enough times.    (    no dotted line    )    a clearing of throat caused her to pull back,    addressing it.    him.    dark eyes met abramov’s,    his own set hazy.    no stench of booze suggested he were on something else.    he ranked them up and down.    “    you know ‘ho i am    ?    ”    confident in his profile within the bar,    just as predicted.    she nodded.    his code name:    big daddy.    abramov stepped in,    taking her hand as if to lead from the dance floor.    “    you wanna play,    baby girl    ?    ”    with a tilt of her head,    lip tucked between both sets of teeth.    “    babe    ?    ” a darted look were tossed between abramov and hank.    “    let’s do it.    ”    BINGO.    the key words.    they were in. @hiscity.

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hank nodded.   “ nah. “   deep down, CI or not.   the kid needed help.   hank was many things…  heartless wasn’t one of them.   not when it came to kids.  “ just keep this between us, uh?   i know you don’t go runnin’ your mouth but… i’m not jus’ any cop. you understand? “    she knew his reputation.  hell, everyone did.     he had a list of enemies a mile long.  

”    understood.    ”    he didn’t need to tell her twice.    who were she to tell anyway    ?    at least,    not without copping her name up in it and looking like the city’s rat.    in slight,    it weren’t too far from the truth.    either way,    if hank needed something,    erin were sure he’d let her know.    “    my lips are sealed.    ”

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“ i’m sure. c’mon. “   it’d been a big thing–him bringing her home.  hank was in the habit of ensuring very few people knew he had a family waiting for him at night.  working in the gang unit meant discretion was not just advised but key in making sure the ones you loved stayed alive.  voight trusted erin to keep her mouth shut, though he’d reiterate the importance later on.  “ take a weight off. sit down. “  he gestured to the table as he sat down himself.  cami was serving too plates at the counter.  “ erin, meet camille. camille–erin. “   the tall, slim woman gave the girl a smile.  “ good to meet you, erin. hank. i’ll be upstairs helping our son with his homework. “    a grunt in response, and he watched her walk out.  “ eat up, kid. “

erin mustered up the best smile she could.    “    nice to meet you.    ”    four words she’d barely ever used in that order.    this were the woman’s house though    &    erin were thankful.    she weren’t no fool to the tone of her voice earlier.    yet,    here she stayed.    the casserole smelled delicious,    wafting in her nostrils.    she began to eat.    meals didn’t exactly come warm all the time...    most days,    they were hardly considered meals at all.    just easy things to pickpocket.    money scarce.    letting them both eat for a few minutes in silence,     her eyes met hank’s.    “    thank you.    ”     it were simple but what else could she say    ?    ---    “    i owe you.    ”

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“ i know what’ya gonna say… “   hank began, arms up again.   “  really, hank? but you decided to bring her home anyway?  “    yeah. basically.  not that he said that.   there was one person he didn’t cross.   and that was his wife.    “ she’s good…alright? “   a pointed look.   camille’s didn’t budge.   “ what was i supposed to do? she’s just a kid, cami.    she’s justin’s age.  “   that was when the look faltered, softness overcoming her beautiful features—and hank knew she was in.    not that erin would’ve been kicked out.    but this was a dance they both did every time something like this happened.   “ alright. but if she steals anything…  i’ve got this.  “   hank nodded.   he’d let cami deal with her then…  but erin was good.   “ she’s good. you can trust her. i trust her. “    a few minutes more, and hank had smoothed things over.   he reappeared only to invite erin to the table whilst camille warmed up dinner. justin was sent upstairs to finish his homework.    “ hope you like casserole, kid.  cami’s is the best.  “

justin’d caught the memo.    but he were nice    &    ignoring him weren’t the right foot to step in on.    besides,    if their current predicament were aside,    she’d of been a lot more comfortable.    the other kid seemed alright.    however,    silence took over again.    in slight because her ears were peeled on the conversation going on down the hallway.    though she couldn’t hear it.    eyes turned up when hank reappeared.    a small smile tossed to justin as they both went their ways.    “    smells good.    ”    it’d been noted.    but she stopped before they met the kitchen,    grab-tapping hank’s arm to stop him.    “    you’re sure this is okay   ?    ”

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a quick glance back at erin–making sure she wasn’t too spooked.  “ who’s that? “  justin asked.   “ this is erin. she’s gonna stay with us tonight till her mom can have her back tomorrow.  “  that was when camille appeared ( having heard her husband’s explanation to their son ).    she shot hank the look.   “ haaaank. “   his arms were held up, palms facing her.   “ a word. now… “  came before she disappeared into the kitchen.   a quick glance at justin as he pointed to erin. “ you make sure she feels welcomed, uh? “  and back to erin.   “ i won’t be a minute. you make yourself at home. “ 

she refused to make eye contact with the woman,    nodding only when voight spoke.    “    i’m justin.    ”    he motioned to the couch.    with a look cast in the direction voight’d gone,    erin proceeded into the living room.    “    how’d’ya know my dad    ?    ”    ah,    the friendly type.    she shifted on the material but shrugged,    crinkled brows relaxing.    “    he’s a friend.    ”    keeping her lips sealed were something she were good at.    last thing needed was spilling something that hadn’t been said.    he was business was.    hers was hers.

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hank shot her a look.  “ my wife buys a lotta crap, and don’t even get me started on her pain in the ass family who insist on visiting every year. —- c’mon. “    from the car he climbed the steps that led to the front door, almost tripping over justin’s bike in the process.   how many times… after placing it upright and out of the way, he opened the door.   “ dad?  “    a boy’s voice could be heard before being seen.  “ hey mom–dad’s home! “  justin appeared a second later, and hank placed a palm to the top of his head, ruffling his hair as big eyes stared curiously at the girl.    “ hey kid. where’s your mother? “   

a wife.    well,    that was news.    CI’s didn’t exactly get full intel on their officers personal life.    quite opposite,    actually.    the bike served indication before the boy’s voice that there were more than one person beyond the closed door.    hazel eyes met wide ones upon inside.    an instant tension building in her bones.    she weren’t only intruding on him but a family.    (    a family like erin’d never had    )    she stayed planted at the door,    silent.    taking a moment to glance around the home;    and it were exactly that,   a    HOME.

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“ ‘ain’t this how it works?   i help you, you help me?  “   loyalty between a cop & his CI was vital.   it was help–real help–that made it work.   “ besides, you ‘ain’t putting me out, kid. there’s plenty’a room. “   he brushed it off.    soon enough hank was turning onto his street and pulling up outside.   as sun the set over the city, the neighborhood was quiet—peaceful outside the large family home.    “ this is us.  “    with a turn of the key, the engine died.

the rest of the ride were silent.    even still,    contemplating her options.    but she’d be fine,    and that she knew.    far better a predicament than any she could look forward to anyway.    in the morning,    everything would go back to normal.    her normal.    glancing up at the house erin surveyed it.    big   ---    if she were being honest,   she’d been expecting to pull up outside an apartment.    this were...    not expected.    “    you need a lot of space    ?    ”  

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