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May 29

- Dangerous Business ; J.Abbot

Synopsis: Mixing business and pleasure was a dangerous business like a flame to gasoline. Jack found himself drawn to the gasoline, you.

Pairing: Jack Abbot x SWAT!Reader

warnings: 18+ AS ALWAYS , mentions of sexual themes, mentions of gunshot wounds, mentions of injury, age gap relationship kinda , ANGST but fluffy ending always, jack adopts Dr.Mckay bc girl dad coded always, uhh miscommunication too oh and definitely incorrect medical terms/procedures.

a/n: I apologize in advance this is LONG! I can't help myself when it comes to this man (as we have learned) let me know your thoughts!! <33333

the library

Night was just falling over PTMC as the day shift was slowly trickling out and the night shift crawled in.

Jack noticed out of his peripheral as Mckay made her way towards him slowly, a grin on her face, “Abbot”. He looks over at her from the board with a raised brow. “I was wondering-” his brows raise further as he fully turns towards her.

He notices the timidness in her voice, “I was wondering if you minded coming with the street team tonight? I-I have a case I can’t put my finger on and-” he is nodding before she can even finish.

“Of course I can” he adds, he knew this was McKay's first night back on the street team after her incident with a patient. His smirk grows as he makes his way to grab his things as realization hits him, “kinda honored you asked me over Robby” she chuckles.

“I-” she pauses as she crosses her arms over herself, "I trust your input and expertise" she mumbles, looking at him then at Whitaker who makes himself known with a furrowed brow. "But you said" Whitaker stops short at the glare she sends to him.

“I also may have called in a favor” her voice is soft, timid as they make their way out of the ED doors.

“Whats that?” Jack asks, slinging the backpack on his shoulder with raised brows. “I asked for a police escort” she mumbles, almost closing in on herself.

“Hey” he looks at her, reaching out to grab her shoulder. “You are allowed to be scared” he admits, “if you need anything, I’m here and so is Whitaker”. Whitaker nods eagerly with a smile, "i got your back". She nods with a soft smile.

Jack did not expect the police escort to be you.

How did Mckay manage to get a SWAT officer to be with her for this?

You kept your distance but were close enough that you could still see Mckay, hands in your pockets. Keeping it subtle, you were dressed in just the cargos and a vest. “So, who’s that?” Jack questions, he is beside Mckay as she is tying off the last suture on a forehead laceration.

She looks up at him, following his eyes to you. “She was one of the officers on scene for my incident” she mumbles and smiles at the young lady in front of her.

“She's also my best friend, she just joined SWAT I think" she stands. "Okay keep that clean and dry and find me if you need dressing changes" she mumbles to the girl stood in front of her who nods in agreement. She turns to make her way towards you and Whitaker.

Jack nods, following beside her as she sighs, turning to him. "I'm sorry that I can’t find Kat, I was really hoping she’d be around here somewhere” he shakes his head with a side smirk.

“It's alright kid, anything to get me out of the ED is enough for me” he chuckles. “(y/n)” you smile and turn your attention to her and then over to the man beside her.

Jack noticed the way your hair was perfectly slicked back and how comfortable you looked in uniform.

“How’d you make out?” You question and adjust your stance, you can feel his brown eyes burning into your skin. “Not bad, but uh, hey this is Dr.Abbot” she could feel Jack’s stare as a father would a child, almost subtly saying, ‘introduce me to your friend kid’.

“Hi, nice to meet you Dr.Abbot, i’m (y/n)” you hold your hand out to him with a genuine smile. He reaches over and shakes your hand with a soft smile, “Jack Abbot”.

Jack noticed that every night Mckay went on with the street team you always accompanied her with a comforting smile.

Mckay also noticed he was asking more to go with her ‘in case her case shows up’ is what he would tell her. She knew it was to see you.

The red and blue lights covered your face, Jack could just make out your furrowed brow from where he stood.

The look of determination on your face as you rolled your shoulders and quickly adjusted your vest. The responding officer kept his attention on Hondo as you stood beside the three of them.

A domestic dispute between spouses and the husband was holding the wife. You look over your shoulder and catch Jack's eyes, a growing smile makes its way on your lips as you wink.

“(y/l/n)” you turn toward Hondo’s voice with a raised brow. “Lets get in there, you good to lead?” he questions as you nod eagerly, “always”.

Jack watched as the team approached the back of the house, he followed farther behind. Looking over your shoulder, you nod to the team, trying the door knob with a huff.

Stepping back, you kick the door down, gun held up and moving through the room. “Clear” you mumble, quickly moving to the front of the home.

Jack remains at the back door before he hears the wife scream. He moves quickly before his brain can process it.

She collides with his chest as he enters the room to find you standing above the husband, boot on his back, panting with a small trickle of blood above your brow. “Suspect in custody” you mumble over comms as the house is instantly swarmed with officers.

Following behind the team with the husband in custody you make it back to the trucks. “Abbot, can you look her over?” Hondo asks with a raised brow.

Jack nods and meets you half way, “that was” he pauses, "impressive" he mumbles as you sit on the back of the truck bed.

You hadn't realized the butt of the suspects gun hit your eyebrow, barely feeling it with the adrenaline. "Well thank you Dr.Abbot” you smirk and shrug looking up at him with a smile, “I’m okay” you whisper.

He nods, looking over your face, “I’m the doctor here sweetheart” he mumbles and continues on with his assessment with a smirk. “Jack” you whisper as he shakes his head, shining the light over your pupils as they dilate.

“Appease an old man would you” he grumbles as he digs through his bag, “you do not need stitches” he sighs smoothing the bandage over your eyebrow gently, resisting the urge to kiss over the middle.

Jack was picking up SWAT shifts as often as he could, they assumed he needed the adrenaline rush but were never going to say no to having him on shift, only Hondo knew about his growing crush.

“So, I hear you are taking the sergeant's exam?” Jack asks beside you as he is pulling his vest off, you look over at him, head tilting slightly. “Did Mckay tell you?” you ask with a soft smile as he nods.

“I am, kinda struggling with studying but I make do” he nods, biting his lip, “I could help?” he questions as you turn to him with a raised brow.

“Really?” he nods with a chuckle, “sure if you want an old man's help” you giggle and turn to him.

He noticed your smile met your eyes as your head tilted, “I would like that actually, I don't really have anyone to help me” you shrug. He shakes his head and gives your arm a reassuring squeeze, he didn’t realize what he was doing when he reached out but you didn’t shy away either.

"I don't mind helping,” he smiles. “Do you want to meet for breakfast tomorrow morning?” He questions as your grin grows, “like a date?” He chuckles and the blush makes its way up his cheeks slightly.

“Well, if you want to think of it that way” he smirks. You nod and lean over to kiss his cheek, walking past him, “I will meet you at PTMC, 7?” You question as he smirks with a nod.

Jack had to admit you were on his mind his whole shift. Sitting down and having a meal with someone other than Robby and Dana, it wasn't something he has done in a long time.

Jack just handed the last patient off as Robby approaches him and pulls his glasses off, “so uh, you know there is a young lady outside by your truck?” He questions. Jack nods, “thats (y/n), i work with her on SWAT, i’m helping her study” Robby chuckles.

“Study huh?” He asks with a raised brow and a full belly laugh after Jack's deadpan look. “She wants to take the sergeants exam, i offered my knowledge” he adds as Mckay makes her way to them.

“Mornin” she smirks, eyeing Jack closely. “I see (y/n) is waiting for you?” She questions setting her bag down. “I am helping her study, she said she was strugg-” he stops himself then.

“Actually, I do not have to explain myself to either of you” he realizes grabbing his coffee mug. “Be good is all i ask” Mckay smirks at the look on his face.

Lost in thought you didn’t notice Jack at first until he was right in front of you. He notices the way your face shifts instantly as you recognize him in front of you, the way a smile grows on your lips, “hey”.

He can tell in your voice almost immediately something was wrong. “You okay?” he questions as he tosses his bag in the back seat and makes his way back in front of you, “oh yeah” you smile.

He nods slowly, hands on his hips with a raised brow. “Mean it?” he asks as you nod again eagerly. “Where are you taking me?” you grin, tilting your head as his grin grows, "you will see sweetheart".

The back booth was perfectly secluded for the small diner at 7:45am. The waitress just pouring you both a cup of coffee as Jack looks at you across from him. He watched as you pull out a pack index cards. “Hey” he reaches over, hand gently stopping you.

“You aren’t okay are you?” he asks as you shake your head quickly. “We didn’t have a good shift- not even we, me” you admit looking at him.

He nods as he opens the sugar packet, only one going in the coffee and stirring it but his eyes remain on you. Taking note of his coffee prefence you continue, “You don’t want to hear my sob story” you shake your head with a soft chuckle.

"I want to” he admits as you look over his face. “I know your mind isn’t here yet, we can talk about it sweetheart”.

The butterflies are fluttering through your stomach as you look at him, “we got called in on a hostage situation” you whisper, shifting slightly as he nods.

“Uh, a dad kidnapped his children-I” you shake your head, “the little girl looked so scared when we got to her and I think it might be tattooed on my brain” you admit.

He nods, smiling at the waitress who sets down his egg white scramble and your chocolate chip pancakes. “It’s okay to have those feelings” he whispers to you, sitting up in the booth and leaning closer to you.

“It means you are a good person” that gets a genuine smile out of you and a small giggle, he smirks. He could get used to that sound.

Breakfast turned into dinners before shift, then it was surpise visits during both of your shifts. You met him at his truck with a smile, two coffees in hand. Jack admired the way your face instantly shifted when you saw him. "Black, one sugar" you smile, holding it out to him. His grin grows as he takes it happily.

"It's late" he mumbles, sipping the hot coffee with a soft hum. "And you look exhausted" you grumble back sipping on your own iced coffee, an order he has secretly written in the notes app of his phone. "I wanted to see you" you admit softly.

In the dimly lit parking lot, you admired the lines on his face, the way they were more prominent when he smiled. You told Mckay about your feelings for him, how on every shift you felt a sense of safety with him beside you.

"You with me?" he asks, hand reaching out to you as you look up at him with admiration. What you didn't know was Robby was subject to the same, listening to Jack ramble on about what you did on shift with him or how you always get the same thing for breakfast every day.

"Yeah" you whisper, looking over his face with a smile. "Breakfast?" he questions as you bite your lip and nod, "I really like you" you admit.

The words were coming before you could stop them or process that you were saying them.

He smirks, "sweetheart".

"I'm sorry if I am making this weird" his smirk grows, a woman who walked into gunfire happily was rambling about her feelings for him.

"I-I just think you-" he tasted like coffee and a mix of the mint gum he had been chewing forty five minutes prior. You hum, leaning closer to him, arms wrapping around his neck as his wrap around your waist, both trying to be closer to the other.

"Stop talking" he whispers against your lips as you giggle softly, licking your lips. "Its not weird?" you ask as he shakes his head, "not at all" he adds. "Hey, look at me" he whispers, cupping your cheek to tilt your chin up, "I like you too" he whispers as you giggle, nodding against his palms.

"So, breakfast?" he asks again, his hand resting on your waist as you nod, cupping his cheek, "breakfast".

July 4th.

One of the days a year where all first responders live in constant chaos. Mckay barely registers that it was Jack following the gurney, bagging the patient immediately turning into a trauma bay.

She stands quickly, running after the gurney. Mostly to ease her thumping heart thinking it could be you he was standing over.

“I thought you left us for the open road” Jack notes, making his way around the room swiftly. Robby shakes his head, “and miss seeing you in uniform?” he questions with a smirk, moving around Jack smoothly.

“I need a tube” Jack notes as Al-Hashimi enters the room, “we have swat medics now” she questions. Jack eyes her closely and then takes the tube from Santos. “That’s Dr.Abbot, nightshift attending” Mckay’s voice pulls Jack's eyes to her, he can see the way the wheels are turning.

“Cassie” her eyes are pleading with him as he shakes his head, “it’s okay, it’s not her” he whispers. She nods quickly pulling herself together. Robby's eyes bounced between the two of them, surprised at Mckay's first name coming from Jack or the way he eased her mind instantly. “I need you out there for her though okay?” he adds as she looks at him nodding.

“She’s on her way I am su-” before he could finish he heard the sound of boots on the linoleum floor. “Please go Mckay” he whispers as she nods eagerly and is making her way out of the room.

“Cassie!” she can hear the panic in your voice. “Where is he?!” you are panting as she catches you, arms on your own.

“Hey look at me” she's cupping your cheeks, pulling you back to look at her, “its okay, he’s with Jack its okay” she whispers as you nod.

“He-” she shakes her head and pulls you into a hug as you hyperventilate. “It’s okay c’mon” she’s encouraging you to the staff break room, somewhere for you to have a moment.

“You break some laws getting here?” she asks as you sit down with a sniffle and a smirk, "I am the law Cas”. She laughs and sits across from you. “Gave me a heart attack” she admits, looking at you with a raised brow as you look at her with a frowm.

“I was worried it was you,” she admits as you smile at her. “You care about me, Mckay?” you ask with as she shoots you a glare.

“You stay here, I will come find you or Jack will okay? I’m gonna go see what I can find out” you nod as she makes her way out of the staff lounge.

As she rounds the corner Jack is pulling his PPE off and the gurney is being wheeled to the elevators. “Is she okay?” his voice is beside her as she nods, looking at him.

“She is in the lounge, I wanted her to have a few minutes to herself” he nods and smiles at her. “Thank you for doin that” he adds as she nods, watching him closely as he reaches out to her, taking her hand in his. She squeezes it reassuringly as they both watch the gurney enter the elevator.

It felt like hours since Mckay left you, standing from the chair you made your way into the busy ED.

Eyes scanning the room you realize no one knew who the random SWAT office was coming out of the break room.

You pleaded mentally to find Mckay or Jack, ears perking up at the sound of his voice a few rooms down. Following the sound, you stop just before the room.

You couldn’t see them but just caught the end of their conversation, “Our secret then” you frowned and quickly turned around. “Thank you” he mumbles, his mind on you sitting alone in the break room.

You are quick to make your way out of the hospital and into the ambulance bay, finally taking a deep breath.

You did not think Jack had anyone romantic in his life besides you or so you thought.

Were you too naive to assume the breakfast dates and all the time you'd spent together the last few months were more than him being kind?

Your body betrayed you as tears began to roll down your cheeks, the days events were catching up to you.You sobbed, sliding down the concrete wall and hiding your head in your knees. “Mckay” Dana’s voice pulls her from the chart she was in with a raised brow, "I think your girl is out in the bay” she whispers. Jack hears it from the other end of the ED, quickly making his way to Mckay.

“I can go” he looks at her with a raised brow as she lowers herself back on the stool, “she might like to see you more” she smirks and goes back to dictating.

Jack finds you curled into yourself against the wall, head on your knees, your sobs had finally subsided but there were still tears falling onto your cargo pants.

“Hey” his voice is soft as your head flies up at the sound of him being so close. He watches the way your eyes look over his face.

"Do you have an update?” you jump straight to the point as he shakes his head, “I don’t know yet but hey, he is in great hands” he whispers as you nod.

He moves to sit beside you, leaning against the wall when Mohan makes her way out. “Dr.Abbot, we need you” he sighs slightly and pushes off the wall looking down at you, “don’t go anywhere, I will be right back" he points and is gone by the time you blink the tears away.

“Hey” Mckay's voice is soft as she moves to sit beside you. “Jack came back in so I thought i wou-” your sobs are back within seconds.

“Hey hey” she is wrapping you in her arms. “What’s going on?” she whispers, “besides Hondo getting shot” she adds.

“I-I think i”m falling in love with Jack” you whisper, voice cracking as she frowns, "but I shouldn't be". “Why honey?” she asks as you shake your head. “I overheard a conversation I likey shouldn’t have, he clearly is romantically involved with someone else” she frowns.

Jack had very clear heart eyes for you but he was known to be very flirtatious.

“Can i crash with you guys tonight?” you ask after a few minutes of silence, she nods again pushing your hair from your face. “Of course you can” she stands with you and hands you her keys.

“Go over, Harrison will be dropped off soon but he won't be alarmed to see you there” you giggle softly while wiping your cheeks with a nod.

Jack made his way back out the ambulance bay doors as Mckay made her way back in, “where’s (y/n)?” he asked as she shook her head with a shrug and walked back to the hub.

Mckay found you curled up on the couch with Harrison in your arms a few hours later, ice cream littered the coffee table. You were sound asleep, Harrison was wide awake, "Aunt (y/n) let me have ice cream for dinner" he whispers as she nods sadly. She will scold you both in the morning.

She leans down and kisses the top of your head as you shift slightly, "lets get you to bed" she smiles and hold a hand out to her son who also kisses your forehead and climbs out from your arms.

Radio silence.

The text you sent to Jack just a week ago was vague and ominous.

“hey, gonna have to rein check for breakfast! I will get back to you!"

Jack replied but it remained delivered with no read receipts.

After a few days of staring at the ‘delivered’ he put together the pieces, you went AWOL.

Jack would admit he was going crazy, within a snap you were no longer speaking to him, no longer on his SWAT shifts. He cornered Mckay, she jumps at the sound of his voice beside her, “what is going on?” he whispers.

She looks over at him with a furrowed brow, "I don't know, are you ready for hand offs?” he shakes his head and stands straighter.

“Why can’t I get a hold of (y/n)?” he asks as she shrugs, “I have no idea”. He watched her closely, “Is she avoiding me?" he pushes as she sighs.

“I really don’t know Abbot, she hasn’t talked to me either” he knew she was lying but he chose to move on, nodding slowly.

Mckay then cornered Ellis, “so, you work with Abbot” she nods and looks over at her with furrowed brows, “and?” She asks as McKay chuckles.

“Is he in a relationship with ya know an R3?” She questions as Ellis laughs. “Are you talking about his moment with Mohan?” She chuckles as Mckay sighs. “Okay, what's the story?” she asks as Ellis sits back in her chair.

“Abbot got shot on the fourth, he was trying to treat his own wound when Mohan went into the room to check on her patient and found him” Mckay sighs and nods.

“She kept it off the books at his request” she sits up straighter and looks at her, “is this about your SWAT friend?” she asks as Mckay nods.

“I think- I think she misunderstood what happened there” she whispers as Ellis nods. “He is literally swooning for her” she adds as Mckay smirks, “he’s also extremely grumpy” Mckay laughs.

“Who is?” Jack is behind Ellis then with his arms crossed over his scrubs, smirking at the way she jumps. “Get to work please” he smirks as she stands and grabs an Ipad.

“Abbot” Mckay is walking beside him as he turns to her, “I think I know what happened but you have to swea-” he cuts her off, “anything, tell me”.

“She thinks you are in a relationship with Mohan” Jack nods slowly, hands falling to hips as his brows furrowed. “You kept your injury off the books” she whispers, “I think she heard about it, saw it I don't know but it gave her the impression you were romantically involved with Mohan”.

Jack sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose and nods, "She might have caught the tail end of the conversation" he mumbles and nods, “you are right".

Mckay reaches out and gives his arm a reassuring squeeze, “she's really is into you Jack” she whispers as he looks over her face. “She is?” he questions with a smirk. “Don’t let that go to your head” she adds with a laugh as he nods, hands held up in defense.

“I got incoming” Lena pulls his thoughts from what Mckay told him, from his thoughts of you as he quickly shifts back to where he needs to be. “What is it?” he asks, already making his way to the ambulance bay doors.

“It’s a cop, she refused treatment at presby and westbridge” she mumbles as she looks through charts on her desk.

His heart skipped slightly, “you said she?” he asks with raised brow watching her closely. “I-” before she could finish the bay doors opened and in came Bradley, the night shift SWAT medic with additional paramedics. Jack could just make out the sound of your sobs.

“Trauma 2!” Lena yells behind them as Jack is tripping over his words, quickly falling in behind. “What happened?” he asks as he is pulling on his PPE. “Robbery gone wrong” he mumbles looking at him with a raised brow.

“She refused to go anywhere else” he whispers as Jack nods. “Jack” you sobbed harder at the sound of his voice. “Hey sweetheart" his voice is soft as he is moving the bloodied gauze from your thigh and quickly replacing it with his hand.

In any other moment the feeling of his hands this close to your center would have probably led to you crying for a different reason.

“I need an ultrasound” Jack is mumbling as he looks up at you. “Sweet girl you still with me?” he mumbles as he squirts the gel on your leg, running the wand around the wound, "yep” you sniffle and nod.

“Okay looks like it hit your femoral artery” he mumbles, “I need to get in there to stop the bleeding” his voice falls on deaf ears as your eyes begin to fall closed.

Shen is pushing through the door dressed in PPE and his eyes fall to Jack. He looks over at Shen quickly, grateful to see him as he motions to you. "I got her” Shen whispers and quickly replaces Jack at your lower half.

“Hey hey look at me” Jack's voice is beside you. Your head lulls to the sound of his voice as you begin to cry harder.

“I got you” he whispers as you nod eagerly, “please don’t- please save my leg” your words were beginning to slur.

In that moment Jack saw himself again back in Afghanistan begging the surgeon to save his right leg.

“I’m gonna make sure of it” he whispers as your hand reaches out, nails digging into his arm, whispering softly, “mean it?”.

Within minutes of you going upstairs with Welsh, Shen encouraged Jack to go and wait and even with his protests he eventually did, Mckay joined him within a few hours. She sat beside him, arms linked together as she eventually fell asleep on his shoulder.

Six hours later, Welsh makes her way from the swinging doors, eyes scanning the room.

“Hey, Cassie," Jack whispers gently waking her up as she stirred, quickly noticing Walsh at the doors.

The room was filled with SWAT officers, “um, who’s here for (y/n)?” she questions as the whole room stands.

“Oh” she whispers and looks at Jack and then back at the additional officers, “she is in recovery now, you all may see her but in pairs, she is tired” she smiles and looks at Jack, motioning him follow behind her.

He shakes his head as the team speaks up behind him, “go, you should see her” he looks over at Mckay as she nods, “go”.

He follows down the long hallway, he remembered this walk when his wife died, the way the white walls seemed almost like an oxymoron.

“Just be gentle with her alright?” Walsh’s voice pulls his thoughts back to her, standing in front of the room. “Huh? Oh yeah of course” he nods eagerly.

He pushes the door open and walks through slowly, the room was dark and all he could hear was the soft beep of the monitors. He made his way beside you as he noticed you began to stir.

“Fuck” you whispered under your breath, the lights burned as you closed your eyes again, Jack was patient as he watched you closely.

Your eyes finally adjusted to the fluorescent lights as your head lulled over, a small smile making its way to your lips.

Jack’s eyes were looking over every part of your face, making sure you were still with him. You reached out, hand sliding over his, “Jack” your voice cracked as his eyes flew up to your face.

His hand flips so he can lace his fingers with yours.

Jack looked over your face as he ran his thumb over your knuckles. “Jack” you whisper, licking your lips, “I'm sorry”.

He shakes his head, looking at you closely. “I should have let you explain what I heard, not run away” he sighs, looking over you face. He opens his mouth as you glare at him, "let me finish" he nods looking at you closely.

"I was worried I was not someone you wanted, I-I am me and well you are you" you whisper as his brows furrow in confusion.

"i'm just me, and you are a doctor and she's a doctor-" he holds his hand up to stop you. "You are one of the most badass women I have ever seen but yet, you are so kind, and understanding" he whispers, kissing your knuckles. “Do not be sorry” he's adjusting in his seat and moving closer to you.

“I shouldn’t-” he shakes his head, holding your joined hands to his lips. You frown and watch him closely, “I should’ve told you what happened but between that day and getting shot” he shakes his head with a soft smile. “I’m so sorry you didn’t deserve that” you whisper and sniffle, reaching to wipe your cheeks with your other hand.

Jack smiles softly as he reaches out to push some of your hair off your forehead, letting himself be reacquainted with your skin. "It's okay baby, I'm just glad you are here, with me" he whispers.

Reaching out, you cup his cheek, running your thumb over the five o clock shadow. “Am I okay?” you whisper as he leans into your hand, watching over your face. "Walsh said you will be, you will need rehab” you nod and sigh.

“I might not be able to take the sergeants exam” you mumble, mostly to yourself as Jack is standing from his chair, “scoot” he motions for you to scoot in the bed.

His hands are gentle as he is helping you move over so he can settle in beside you. His arm wrapping around your shoulders as you fall against his chest, tucking yourself into his arms, your own arm wrapping around his middle.

“You are taking that exam” he whispers, kissing the top of your head as you nod against his chest.

“Jack?” you whisper, the morphine drip was starting to kick in as you felt the hum in his chest. “don’t go okay?” you ask as he nods, adjusting himself comfortably in the bed.

“Not goin anywhere sweet girl” he squeezes your shoulder reassuringly and feels the way your breathing evens out.

Within days stuffed animals littered the hospital room, amongst flowers and balloons. Jack insisted they kept you for observation with your dizzy spells.

Mckay pushed her way through your room after receiving multiple text messages to 'save you' from the confines of the hospital room. “I don't need all these and i feel like maybe-” she nods eagerly, “let me check with your nurses on your protocols”.

Mckay comes back with a wheelchair and a smirk, “no” you deadpan as she shrugs. “Its the only way you are going to see your boyfriend” you gasp as she smirks.

“I know you want to go downstairs for ulterior motives” she smirks at the blush on your cheek as you sit in the wheelchair. “Fine” you mumble and grab some of the flowers.

The elevator doors and the chaos of the ER was clear. You smile at some of the nurses as Mckay pushes you towards the nurses station.

“I heard there was a badass among us” you look up at the voice and smile at the blonde, you recognize her. “Dana?” you question as Mckay nods behind you.

You giggle and hold the flowers out to her that she takes happily, “for a patient, or you whichever you decide” you smile with a shrug as she sets them aside.

“How ya doin sweetheart?” she asks, leaning beside you with a growing smile. The woman hardly knew you but felt like she did the way Jack wouldn’t shut up about you in the last few months.

“I am okay” you grin and look back at Mckay as she comes forward to help you up. “I have stuffed animals coming too” you admit leaning against the counter beside the two of them.

“Mckay are you finished gossiping?” Your brows furrow at the voice and turn in the direction it came from, a man with his arms crossed over his chest, you clock his badge instantly, Robby.

Mckay told you he had been on a rampage lately. She sighs and squeezes your shoulder and looks at him, “I thought we saw patients here, we do not give special treatment” Robby continues.

“Woah” you turn to him then and stand straighter. “I am not a special patient and last I checked dickhead she was off the clock” you snap, you can feel Robby's eyeroll. "just because you are Jack's girlfriend or whatever you are to him does not warrant special treatment" he scolds, arms across his chest.

"Or whatever I am?" you scoff, looking over his face. "I am a patient who got shot" you turn towards him fully then attempting to move closer as Jack is walking out of a room.

“Woah woah” he tosses his gloves aside as his eyes dart between Robby and Mckay. “What’s goin on here?” he asks, making his way to catch your waist, looking at McKay who sighs.

“I went to see (y/n), she asked to bring down some flowers” she shrugs. “She’s got patient’s down here” Robby mumbles rubbing the back of his neck, “which I handed off already to Ellis” Mckay adds.

“He’s being an asshole” you mumble , Jack eyes land on you. “Are you supposed to be out of that” he motions to the wheelchair as his grip tightens around you.

“Shh don’t tell the really hot doctor” you whisper, gripping his shoulder with a giggle. He shakes his head and looks back at Robby. “I believe Mckay is off the clock Robby” he defends as Robby lets out a long sigh and a shake of his head and walks out the ambulance bay doors.

“You should go back up to bed” he looks down at you resting on his shoulder. “I brought Dana flowers” you mumbled sleepily and smile. “Plus Mckay knew I wanted to see you, which I know you are working but" he shakes his head, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

"That’s alright baby” he whispers and kisses the top of your head. “I will come get you when I’m off shift. How does that sound?” he asks as you look over his face.

"Like go home?” he chuckles and nods. “I think we can make it work” he smiles and helps you back down into the wheelchair caging you in, arms on either side of the wheelchair arms, face to face.

“Be good” he whispers as you giggle softly and kiss his cheek, his head turning to catch your lips.

You gasp against his lips, mumbling, "Jack not in front of the children" he laughs as Mckay behind you also laughs as you smirk.

“I make no promises” he smirks and kisses your forehead and stands straighter. “That’s my girl” he grins and turn to Mckay. "I will not be letting that happen again" he whispers looking over her face, "and if it does you come to me, got it?" he asks. She nods with a shy smile, he gives her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“Was that entirely necessary?” Jack questions as he finds Robby in the ambulance bay with a scowl. “Just because she is your girlfriend does not mean we treat them differently” Robby admits as Jack shakes his head.

“It's not that and you deserved the way she spoke to you, we don't talk to patients like that man, no matter who they are” his arms crossed over his chest. "What is your issue with Mckay?" he questions as Robby looks at him, "nothing" Robby mumbles.

Jack scoffs, “Mckay is a great provider and you cannot treat the residents this way" Robby sighs, hands on his hips, "I'm not treating her anyway! Residents still need to be reprimanded" Jack scoffs.

“She was off the clock, stop being a dick robby” Jack scolds as he sighs heavily, “Listen I-” Jack shakes his head and looks at him with a raised brow. "What is your issue with everything lately?" Jack questions as Robby sighs, hands on his hips. "Are you angry at the world or what?" Robby shakes his head.

Jacks brows furrow as he thinks about it, "or are you jealous of the relationship I have with Mckay and (y/n)?" he questions as Robby rubs the back of his neck, "both". Jack sighs and nods, walking to his friend.

"Take it out on Cassie again, I will make sure you know about it" he whispers, "and (y/n), I am far from worried about her but I will protect my girl, both of them" he adds, making his way back into the ED.

The quicker these 12 hours go the quicker he can take you home.

Jack insisted the only way you were going to be leaving PTMC was going home with him, putting himself down as your caretaker. You insisted that was unnecessary and you could care for yourself but he was a stubborn man.

“Jack I promise you-” he shakes his head and kicks the door closed behind the two of you. Two of your bags in his hand and his work back pack over his shoulder. “Nope” he adds and makes his way up the stairs of his home.

You look around with a small smile. The house was exactly what you pictured.

In your day dream you don’t notice Jack had made his way back down the steps, “is that her?” you ask looking over at him from the framed photo.

It was a photo of Jack and his wife as he nods, hand on the small of your back. Jack mentioned her to you on a few of your dates and you loved the story they had. “It is” you smile and look at him, “she was really pretty” you whisper as his smile grows.

“Yes she was” he admits as you lean into him, “you’ve always been this hot huh?” you ask from behind him with a giggle as he makes his way to the kitchen with a shake of his head and blush on his cheeks.

The kitchen was quiet in the early morning as Jack stood at the counter, strawberry jelly and peanut butter beside him.

His ears perk up at the sound of your sniffles as you stop at the entryway of the kitchen, the two of you making eye contact.

Tilting your head you look over the situation on the counter. "Are you making a peanut butter and jelly?" you question as he turns back to the task at hand.

In the last few weeks you had been in his here you have been asleep every morning.

"Maybe" he mumbles as your arms are sliding around his waist, head falling against his back. His scrubs were wrinkled but his cologne still clung to them.

"Can I have one too?" you ask quietly as he nods, smile on his lips. "I suppose" he smirks at your soft giggle as you move to sit at the table.

He missed the warmth of you against him as he mumbles over his shoulder, "you okay?" he is cutting the sandwich in half. "Kinda" you admit and lean your head against your hand as the green clock on the stove read back at you.

8:01AM.

"Kinda?" he asks, moving the other chair to sit in front of you, his hands resting on your knee gently. You are silent and take a bite of the sandwich and look at him, "I had a nightmare" you admit.

He nods, licking his lips and wiping his hands on a napkin. "You know you are safe here right?" he asks as you nod, wiping your cheek.

"I'm scared to take the exam, I'm scared to go back to work" you admit softly, "I'm scared I am going to be a bad cop" you add, looking back over to meet his eye.

He looks over your face as he sets his own sandwich down. "C'mere" he reaches out to you, pulling you to sit on his lap, arms around your waist.

"You are allowed to have these feelings" you nod, arm around his neck, twirling a silver curl around your finger. "I had the same feelings when I went back to the world after loosing my leg" he continues, "I was terrified, scared to be judged, scared I wasn't capable to be a doctor or a solider" he kisses your shoulder softly.

"You are gonna have some PTSD, it's normal" he kisses your cheek gently. His hand is gentle as it moves along your thigh and under the hem of his t-shirt that you wore.

His finger tracing the scar on your upper thigh gently, "its a part of you" he whispers, "hey, look at me" your eyes move to his brown ones.

"It makes you stronger, its a part of you now and that is okay, you are nothing less of the badass girl I know" he whispers as you nod, sniffling.

"I can get you in with my therapist if you need" he whispers as you nod, adjusting to lay your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry to bring the moment down" you admit as he shakes his head, taking another bite of his sandwich and mumbling, "I have no idea what you are talking about, I am enjoying this PB&J" you giggle and nuzzle closer to his neck.

"Take me to bed Jack" you whisper tiredly as he grins, hooking his arm under your legs to carry your bridal style and standing from the table.

He leaves his plate behind as he is ready to leave his shift behind and crawl into bed beside you.

The sun was just rising as you stood nervously beside Jack’s truck, yellow manila envelope in your hand.

You returned to the job three months ago and took the sergeants exam at the encouragement of Jack. You couldn’t wait to open the envelope with him. You watched as Mckay made her way inside.

“(y/n)” she pulls you from your thoughts as your smile grows. “Hi!” you cheer and hug her tightly as she looks over your face.

“Is that what I think it is?” she questions the envelope in your hand as your smile grows probably wider than humanly possible. You nod eagerly and look at her with a tilt of your head, “I haven’t opened it yet” you admit.

She nods, giving your arm a reassuring squeeze, "you did great, I know it" you blush. "You are just saying that" she shakes her head as her smile grows, stepping back towards the ED, "you killed that shit! I know it!" she yells and makes her way inside.

“What are you doin up here?” Robby asks as Jack turns to face him, “thinking”. He nods and shoves his hands in his pockets, standing behind Jack on the edge of the roof.

“You know your girlfriend is downstairs” Robby adds as Jack nods, looking out at the helicopter landing pad. “I figured she would be” he adds as Robby tilts his head. “You good?” he asks as Jack nods.

“I feel like I'm disrespecting my wife” Jack admits. Robby shakes his head with a chuckle. “I highly doubt she would be angry at you for falling in love, probably happy someone's finally taking care of you” Jack nods. "It was never something we talked about, moving on" Jack admits as Robby nods, "how do you think she would feel?" He questions.

Jack sighs, "I think she'd want me to move on" he admits. Robby nods, "exactly, and you are doing just that, you aren't forgetting her" Jack nods and shoves his hands in his pockets. “When did you become so full of wisdom?” Jack questions as he leans through the bars and back on the other side beside Robby.

“I don’t know” Robby admits knowing it was very well the man beside him who talked him off his own ledge many years ago. The one who encouraged him to go out on the last few dates with the case worker he wouldn't stop ogoling.

The doors finally opened of PTMC and your eyes landed on the man you had been waiting for, a smirk growing on your lips.

“C’mon Abbot!” you yell bouncing on your heels as he looks at you with a growing smirk. "Hello to you too sweetheart” he smirks and makes his way to you, brows furrowed.

“Is that what I think it is?” he asks as you nod, biting your lip and looking up at him through your lashes. “It is” you whisper, “I was waiting for you”. His smirk softens into a smile as he nods eagerly.

“C’mon lets open it then” he looks at you with bated breath as you open the sealed envelope. Holding it out to him your hands shake, “you look”.

He chuckles and shakes his head, "baby I don't have my glasses" you giggle as he takes the paper from your hand, replacing it with his own.

“You have to look” he whispers as you look at him. “I’m right here” he adds as you look down at the formal letter, shaking as your eyes fly over the page. “Well?” he asks after a few minutes of silence.

“I did it” you whisper, looking up at him. “I did it!” you squeal, instantly jumping into his arms. He laughs, catching your body as he spins you around with a laugh.

“My girl is gonna be a sergeant!” he laughs. He sets you back to his feet, looking over your face, "I knew you would do great” he smirks, “Because of you” you add, looking over his face with a tilt of your head.

He grins and leans down to connect your lips with a smirk, your arms wrapping around his neck and moving up on your tippy toes in the steel toe’d boots to be closer to him.

He hadn’t noticed you remained in uniform. “I’m so proud of you” he whispers, forehead resting against yours as your lips part. “I love you” you whisper, looking over his face and gently running your nails along the nape of his neck, gently twirling a curl around your finger.

“I love you more” he smirks, kissing your forehead, “lets go get some breakfast and celebrate”. Jack shuts the passenger side door and makes his way to the driver seat.

He reaches over and takes your hand in his own, kissing your knuckles gently. Jack's mind drifts as he looks over at you at the red light, a smile on your face as you look out the window.

His eyes scan your face in the mirror, the small scar above your eyebrow from your first shift together on SWAT brings a small smile to his lips. "Are you staring at me?" you question, looking at him with a grin.

"Maybe" he leans over while the light remained red, kissing your scar and sitting back in his seat with a grin.

Maybe mixing business with pleasure isn't always such a bad thing.