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It’s All in The Job - Hank Voight x Reader Imagine

Requested: Yes – I took a few liberties with your request, but I hope you enjoy it @bite-me-en-la-boca

Warning: The story deals with human trafficking.  In case anyone does not want to read that topic, read at your own discretion.

(My Spanish isn’t that great, so if anyone catches a mistake in the parts in Spanish, please tell me.)

The team pulled up to the crime scenes down by the docks.  Y/N felt a chill run through her as they walked over to the shipping containers. A young girl, barely dressed, was trembling nearby.  Kim had wrapped her jacket around the girl.  Y/N and Hank walked over.

“What happened?”

“Roman and I responded to a report about screams.  We found her here.”

“Hay más niñas de allí,” the girl said between sobs.

Y/N caught the words, her eyes widening.

“¿Qué? Allí?”

The girl nodded quickly.

“What did she say?”

“We need to get that shipping container opened.”

Hank glanced at the container quickly before responding.

“Someone get that thing opened!” he called out.

Jay came over with plyers, breaking the lock.  They tentatively opened the doors, their guns drawn.  Y/N lowered her gun as she saw the girls, all chained up, sitting towards the back of the container.

“Oh my God,” Y/N said aloud in shock.

Hank placed a hand on her shoulder.  They slowly made their way over to the girls.  There had to be close to a dozen, but only four were still alive.   They sobbed, refusing to look up at the detectives. Y/N crouched down, holding a hand out to one of the girls.

“You’re safe now.”

The girl shook her head rapidly.

“No voy a dejar que nadie le duelen.”

The young girl glanced up, her eyes glassy.  Y/N held out her badge.  The girl took it, turning it over in her hands.  When the girl handed it back, she clasped Y/N’s hands.

“Por favor ayudenos.”

The team made their way back to the station.  The five girls were sitting in the break room, blankets around them until they could get them clothes.  Y/N looked at them from her desk, rubbing her eyes quickly to keep from crying.

“Are you good?”

Antonio asked from his desk beside her.

She nodded her head, not looking away from the girls.  They’d been kidnapped on their way to the U.S. and were kept in that container till whoever had taken them could sell them.  The mere thought this could happen made Y/N sick, her throat tightening. She felt a mixture of sorrow and anger. Even with everything they saw at their job, she still couldn’t believe anyone would take advantage of these girls.  From what the girls had told them, the team had found out someone seemed to be running a horrible scam.  They would give these girls scholarships and whatever they thought would lure them from the safety of their own homes.  Then they chained them and drugged them, barely feeding them as they were shipped to the U.S. and other places to be sold.  It disgusted Y/N.  She was drawn from her thoughts as Hank came over to her.

“You alright,” he asked softly.  

Antonio looked away as the two spoke quietly.

“No,” she responded harshly. “How could I be?  What these girls went through,” Y/N stopped, merely shaking her head.  

Hank nodded empathetically, placing his hand on hers, which was lying on her desk.  He twined their fingers together, squeezing her hand lightly.

“We’re gonna get these guys, Y/N.”

Y/N shook her head in agreement, sparing one last glance at the girls before walking out with Hank to get back to work.

They managed to track down one of the guys involved, and after spending a while with him in the cage, Hank know knew where the rest of the guys were hiding out, including the man in charge.  He’d specifically made sure to bring this guy in when Y/N and Antonio were out checking on another lead.  He knew Y/N was taking this case too personally.  He couldn’t be sure how she’d react with this guy in the cage.  He wasn’t about to let her near this guy in any interrogation.  Now that they were headed to arrest the rest of the guys, Hank needed her on hand, otherwise, there wouldn’t be enough of them.  He could find no concrete reason to leave her behind, other than a gut feeling. She was sitting beside him in the car. They just pulled up to the house where the guys were.  The two of them were waiting for Adam and Al to confirm the guys were there.  They sat there silently until Y/N spoke.

“I want to arrest him.”

Hank shook his head.

“Y/N…”

“No.  I’m going to be the one to arrest him.”

Hank was about to refuse again, but he could see things her way.  She was too close, and this would feel like payback, although there was certainly the worry Y/N might go too far.  He had a feeling he’d regret it, but he conceded.

“Fine.”

They made their way into the house, Adam and Alvin arresting the guys in the front quietly, as an attempt to not alert the rest of the guys in the house.  Half of the team went down one hall while the other half went towards the darker half of the house.  Hank and Y/N paused at the closed door.  Hank checked with Y/N and then they broke down the door.  The man in charge quickly got up from where he’d been sitting.

“CPD!” Hank called out.

The guy climbed out the window and onto the fire escape, a gun in his hand.  Y/N didn’t hesitate as she followed him, her gun leveled at the guy.

“Chicago Police!  Stop running!”

The guy leaped off at the bottom of the fire escape.  Y/N followed behind closely.  When the guy got close to the end of the alley beside the house, he turned around, holding up his gun and shooting at Y/N.  The bullet pierced her upper arm, but Y/N didn’t let the pain distract her. She held up her gun, shooting him twice. One shot hit the guy in the leg and the other lodged itself into his chest.  He fell just as Y/N grabbed her arm, the pain caught up with her.  Hank and Antonio ran out of the house at the sound of guns going off.  Antonio glanced at Y/N t make sure she was alright before running down the alley to see if the guy was alive.  Hank paused by Y/N.

“You got hit.”

Y/N nodded, feeling the stress and emotions of the case bubble up.  Y/N leaned her head against Hank’s shoulder.  He wrapped his arms around her, being careful to not cause any more pain to her already injured arm.  Hank’s voice sounded muffled as he called it in.

“This is Sergeant Hank Voight.  We need two ambulances.  We’ve got a suspect down and an officer shot.”

Hank put his walkie-talkie down – focusing on Y/N.

“We got him, Y/N.  We got him.”

Y/N nodded.

“Thank God.”

After they got Y/N checked out at the hospital and Rhodes pulled out the bullet, wrapped her arm, and placed it in a sling, they went back to the station.  Trudy called out to Hank and Y/N when they walked in.

“You have a visitor, Y/L/N.”

Y/N glanced to see one of the girls with her mother.  Hank placed his hand on the small of Y/N’s back, quidding her over.

“Officer Y/L/M?”

Y/N nodded, her face slightly frozen.  She hadn’t expected to see any of these girls again.

“I just wanted to thank you.”  The woman’s eyes teared up.  “I would have never seen my daughter again if it weren’t for you all.”

Y/N nodded.  The girl pulled her into a hug, avoided her sling. Y/N hugged her back firmly with one arm, finally unfreezing from her shock.  

“There’s no need to thank me.  It’s all in the job.”

Spanish Translations:

Hay más niñas de allí. – There are more girls in there.

¿Qué? Allí? – What? In there?

Por favor ayudenos. – Please help us.

No voy a dejar que nadie le duelen. – I won’t let anyone hurt you.

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Why’s I wanna low key do a Hank Voight full blown story?

Would anyone be interested? 👀

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Bloodline (3x10)

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Bonus gif:

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john rayburn + smiling

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You listen to me. I’ve got 12,000 people in this town who are scared out of their mind. They’ve got one person to rely on. It used to be someone else, but now it’s just me - Super 8 (2011)           Directed by JJ Abrams

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Friday Night Lights:  Eric & Tami Taylor moments

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How come you’re still dressed?

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voight threatening jay all the while protecting erin  ↳1x05 || 4x22

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cpd meme ⇒ [1/5 scenes]

↳3x01 Life is Fluid 

“You made it clear which direction you want to go in which is down.”

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Hank Voight x Reader Imagine - Antonio’s Sister (OC)

Masterlist

Chicago P.D.

Hank Voight:

Hank Voight x Reader Imagine

Another Hank Voight imagine cause I’m still binge-watching Chicago P.D.  Like I mentioned before, you can send requests for imagines. Got an idea of an imagine you want, send it in.  I’ll try my best, even if I haven’t seen the show or movie yet (just another excuse to binge-watch something).  Y/N is Antonio’s younger sister.  Y/N and Voight are secretly dating.  What happens when Antonio walks in on them in Voight’s office?

“Y/N.  In my office, now,” Voight called out as he walked into his office.

Jay raised his eyebrows at Y/N, who rolled her eyes.

“What did you do, Dawson?” Kyle taunted as she stood, slapping him in the back of the head as she passed him.  

Y/N walked into Hank’s office.  He was writing something when she walked in, and he didn’t look up.

“Shut the door.”

She closed it quickly. To anyone else, they would have thought they were in major trouble for something.  To Y/N, it only turned her on.  Hank finally looked up, pushing away from the desk.  Y/N waltzed over to his side of the desk, slipping between Hank and the desk.  Hank placed his hands on her thighs, pulling her close to him.

“It’s been a long day, huh.”

They had just gotten back from an undercover run that didn’t go quite as planned.  They’d gotten the bad guys, but they’d also gotten shot at. It had definitely been a close one.

“I know what can take your mind off it,” Y/N said as she bit her lip, placing a hand around Hank’s neck.

“You do, do you?”

“Hmmm, yeah I do.”

Hank spread his legs and Y/N sat on his leg.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.  Hank kept on hand on her thigh and the other wrapped around her waist, tugging her closer to him.  

“I think you could do better than that,” Hank demanded.

Y/N responded by tugging on hip and running a hand down his chest.  She started kissing a trail down his neck, biting down.  She ran her tongue over the bite.  Hank groaned, sliding his hand up her thigh and to her ass, gripping it tightly.

“Hank, I gotta talk to you… the hell.”

Y/N quickly pushed away from Hank, who looked up, slightly shocked.  Antonio stood in the doorway, his jaw dropped.  Needless to say, he was shocked to see his baby sister sitting on his boss’ lap, making out with him.  

“Antonio, we should talk about this,” Y/N said as she stood up.  

Hank stood, placing a hand on the small of her back.

“We’re dating.”

“Hank!”

Antonio shook his head in disbelief.  

“My sister.  Of all people, my sister.”

“I think we all know that part, Antonio,” Y/N said as she rolled her eyes.  “I’m not just your baby sister, you know.”

“How ‘bout you go finish up for the day, Y/N.”

She glanced at Hank, raising an eyebrow.  Hank held his ground, crossing his arms.

“I’ll drive you home.”

Y/N nodded.  She shot Antonio a look of annoyance and then left the office.  Hank stayed standing while Antonio waited for answers.

“How long?”

“A few months.”

Antonio let out a sigh.

“You hurt my sister…”

“I would never. You have my word.  My word is gold.”

“It’s not like I could stop her from dating you otherwise.  She’s stubborn, you should know.”

“I do,” Hank said and smiled.  “We good, bro?”

Antonio ran a hand through his hair, sighing.  He shook Hank’s hand.

“No.  But I’m going to pray I can forget what I saw.”

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Drunken Ramblings – Hank Voight x Reader

Requested: Yes

Hi!! Are you still doing Hank Voight Imagines/fics? I’m in a Chicago PD Phase!! (If not thats totally cool and I understand if you don’t want to write this.) If so, could you maybe do a younger OP who works with Hank, has a crush on him and drunkenly tells him that she likes him? Thank you!

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Well, anon, I haven’t written a Hank Voight imagine in a bit, but here goes nothing.

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After working a big bust a couple of months ago, Hank brought Y/N into his division.  There had been an opening ever since Alvin was killed.  Y/N could tell from the moment she was brought in that Alvin would never be replaced and that Hank was definitely hesitant to bring her in. After time, he seemed to warm up to her. What Y/N didn’t know was that Hank saw a lot of himself in her.  She had made the decision to bring her up easy.  It didn’t matter she was only in her late twenties, she had already accomplished a lot and none of it was because someone gave her a shortcut in life.  Y/N was a little gritty and relied on street smarts. For someone so young, she’d certainly managed to accomplish a lot.  

Now, they were on a new case and driving out from the precinct. Hank and Y/N were in the car on the way to a warehouse where the suspect was believed to be hiding out. They were all hoping to not only find the suspect but also the missing guns from the crime scene.  Y/N was driving up to the side of the warehouse as Hank spoke into his walkie-talkie. Even after working with Hank for most of her time with the division, Y/N still couldn’t get over how attractive she found him.  She would never admit it, but she’d definitely developed a crush for him.  It didn’t matter that he was older than her. She could feel her cheeks get pink as she glanced over at him.  Y/N didn’t want to get caught blushing though, so she quickly turned forward as if she was studying the warehouse.  

Undenounced to her, Hank had indeed caught her looking at him and he also saw the blush that graced her features.  This wasn’t the first time he caught her watching him. Over her time with the team, he often paired her up with himself.  He knew it was because of more than just wanting to make sure she was trustworthy or teaching her things.  Hank didn’t just like working with Y/N, but he liked spending time with her in the car. She was a bit quiet, something he wasn’t sure if it was because of her newness to the team or just how she was around him.  When she did speak though, she was funny, but only when the moment allowed for humor, and brilliant, giving insights into situation Hank hadn’t yet thought of.  It was all certainly something, he thought to himself.  He decided to keep it to himself as they got out of the car and went into the warehouse to meet the rest of the team who had already infiltrated it, catching their suspect in the midst of what was probably his attempt to leave considering he was trying to pack his car full of guns.  

From there, the rest of the case just closed itself. The suspect spilled his guts the minute they put him in the interrogation room.  Adam and Kevin herded the group out of the office, leading them over to the bar for celebratory drinks.  As a rule, Y/N tried not to drink much around people she worked with. She tried to limit herself to one beer, but the case had gone by so easily and Adam started buying shots.  After a while, Y/N was pretty drunk.  She made her way from the table where her, Jay, Kevin, Adam, and Kim were sitting to get another beer.  She could only handle so many of those shots Adam had bought.  She preferred a cold beer or something a little more old fashioned than the colorful shots that packed a hell of a punch.

“Can I get a beer,” she asked over the bar to Christopher.

“Not into those shots?” he joked.

Y/N just laughed as Christopher got her beer, opening it for her before he slid it across the bar.  

“Having a good time?”

Y/N turned to see Hank coming up beside her at the bar. She instantly felt her cheeks blush, although she was sure she was already a bit pink from the liquor.

“Uh, yeah…” Y/N responded awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Her inebriated brain was way to slow to figure out what was the proper thing to do in this situation.

“Well, it was a good case.  You deserve it.”

There was something a bit more to Hank’s words, but Y/N wasn’t sure if she should try and read into it.  She went to grab her drink again, but just sitting beside Hank had her so flustered that she knocked the beer over.

“Oh shit, sorry…”

“It’s fine Y/N,” Christopher said as she tried to throw some napkins on the spill.

Hank put down enough money for his drink and to cover Y/N’s.

“How about I take you home.”

“No…no, it’s okay.  I mean, Kim said she’d give me a ride…”

“I don’t mind, Y/N,” Hank cut her rambling off.  

Y/N she glanced over to where Kim looked like she was clearly having fun talking to Adam.  She didn’t look like she would be leaving any time soon.

“Alright, as long as you don’t mind.”

“Come on.”

Hank led her out of the bar, his hand finding the small of her back.  Y/N couldn’t help but shiver a bit from his touch.  They made their way to his car quietly and the car ride was just as silent. When Hank pulled up to Y/N’s house, he walked her up the stairs, waiting as she paused in front of her front door.

“Thanks Voight, you really didn’t have to.”

“Hank.”

“Huh,” Y/N looked at him perplexed.

“Call me Hank.  We aren’t on duty, Y/N.”

Between the alcohol she drank and how close Hank was to her, Y/N couldn’t help but blurt out how she felt about her boss.

“God, I don’t why I’m saying this.  I mean I really shouldn’t and it’s not as if you feel the same way, but, ugh, I’m an idiot.”  Y/N took a breath looking away from Hank, worried by how he might react.  “I’ve had a crush on you since I worked with the team on that narcotics bust.  I know you don’t feel the same way or anything.  I promise this won’t get in the way of work.  I can get over it.  I’m sure I can.”

Hank hadn’t said anything, but when Y/N reached out towards her front door, he gently grabbed her arm, turning her towards him.  Y/N didn’t know what to expect, but she certainly hadn’t expecting to turn and see Hank looking at her with a slightly amused smile on his face.

“I thought something was up.”

“Hank,” Y/N tried to apologize for her outburst, but Hank interrupted her.

“It’s going to be a little difficult since we work together, but I think we can figure this out.”

That made Y/N pause as she watched Hank smile at her genuinely. She really hoped her drunken mind wasn’t just making this all up. Hank leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, causing Y/N’s cheeks to turner pinker than he’d ever seen.  She bit her lip as her eyes grew wide in shock.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow morning when you aren’t so drunk. I’ll bring over breakfast at 10.”

He squeezed her hand and then leaned in front of her to open Y/N’s front door for her and nod for her to go in.  Y/N walked in, but before she went all the way in, she stood in the doorway, watching as Hank walked down the steps and back to his car.  He waved at her once more before getting in and driving home.  Y/N slowly closed the door, still in slight shock.  Hank kissed her.  He freaking kissed her on the cheek and he was coming over tomorrow morning.  She couldn’t help but squeal as she started laughing happily to herself.  That certainly turned out differently than she thought it would.  

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Imagine: Your First Kiss with Hank Voight (One-Shot)

It had been six months since you’d left Sergeant Voight’s Intelligence Unit for a new job in D.C. It had been a really hard decision, and though he didn’t like the idea of you leaving his team, he encouraged you to make the best move for you. You knew that working for Homeland Security would be different but you felt it was your duty to protect your country.

You figured after six months you’d be settling in - that you’d be happy.

You weren’t.

You missed your friends in the unit. Your family.

Though you kept in contact with everyone on the team, work had kept you busy. You hadn’t really had a chance to talk to anyone other than a few texts back and forth. That’s why you answered immediately when you saw Antonio Dawson’s name pop up on your caller ID.

“Well, well,” you answered, “if it isn’t the best detective in Chicago. Well, now that I’m gone.”

Antonio laughed on the other end of the line, but you could tell it wasn’t whole-hearted.

“I don’t think that title holds anymore, partner.” Antonio replied. You could hear the sadness in his voice.

“What happened?” you ask, your tone becoming serious.

“Y/N, I really messed up. Big time. I can’t really talk about it over the phone, I don’t know why I called. I just needed to hear a friendly voice. I miss you.”

“Say no more. I’ll be on the next flight to Chicago.”

Antonio tries to object but you talk over him and say, “I’ll text you when my flight lands. See you soon, partner.”

When you hang up you hurriedly grab your laptop. You book a flight in less than five minutes and head into your bedroom to start packing.

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