Just A Normal Day
Details: Big raid, injury, you know the usual :) I’m probably way too obsessed with One Chicago. This is actually based on an amazing dream I had where this happened. Jay Halstead is amazing (I just had to put that in there)
Jay Halstead x Reader (Intelligence)
The whole team is gathered around Voight. We all have our bulletproof vests on and are a block away from the business we’re raiding, “Narcotics has received multiple calls that Bradley Peterson has been using this business as a front for his boss, Alberto Torres. Now, Peterson is one of the only known associates of Torres, so we need to go after him hard. Our C.I. says that the cartel is hiding in the basement. Let’s move. L/N, you serve the warrant.”
We walk up to the nail salon and I walk in first and serve the warrant to Mrs. Peterson who asks, “What’s that for? I don’t need the police all up in my business!”
I reply, “We have a warrant for weapons of mass destruction.”
“What?!” she practically screams.
I smile, “Just kidding drugs and guns. And we don’t care about your business, we care about your husband’s.”
I hear someone snort and I turn around and Jay shakes his head smirking. We continue into the store and once we clear the top Jay signals to me and Adam and we get into formation. Kevin and Vanessa have the back. We head down the stairs and see three men bagging oxycontin. I shout, “Chicago P.D. hands in the air.”
They all freeze and we handcuff two of them when the third one, Peterson, pulls out a knife and lunges toward Jay. I tackle him and handcuff him roughly. Jay mutters his thanks and I nod. On the way up the stairs, I make sure to slam him into the metal door, “Oops.”
Voight grabs Peterson and says, “Where’s Torres?”
Peterson snarls, “Why would I tell you?”
Voight responds, “Because you’re going to rot in prison.”
Just then a car screeches across the parking lot. Torres. I sprint to my car and chase him. Looking in the rearview mirror I see Jay following. Torres’s black Cadillac Escalade swerves into an alley and Jay follows I drive through an intersection to cut him off. I slam on the brakes and cut off the alley. Torres doesn’t slow down and he slams on the gas. His car crashes into mine and everything goes black.
I hear a car horn going off. I open my eyes and see only blurs of color. I blink a few times and my vision slowly returns accompanied by a pounding headache. Ringing fills my ears but is slowly going away. I look around the car and everything inside is okay, the front, however, is definitely totaled. I hear footsteps and pull out my gun, but it’s just Jay. I breathe a sigh of relief. Jay opens the door and scans me, “Are you okay?”
I nod, wincing a little, “Just a headache. Where’s Torres?”
Jay’s blue eyes darken, “I got the scumbag and he might have fallen repeatedly.”
I get out of the car, still kind of shaky, and Jay opens his arms and pulls me in for a hug. Just then we hear sirens coming and we turn toward the cars. I close my eyes against the bright lights. They turn off and I open my eyes again as Voight walks toward us, “L/N, Halstead you guys okay?”
Jay responds, “Yeah, we’re good. Torres is in the back of my truck.”
Voight nods, “Atwater, get Torres,” Voight’s eyes scan me lingering at my head where there’s no doubt, heaving bruising, “L/N, you sure?”
It’s probably just a concussion and I don’t want to be a wimp about it so I respond, “I’m fine, just a little shaken up.”
The rest of the team starts walking over as Voight nods, “Hmmm. You sure you don’t want to go to Med?”
“No.”
Voight turns to the rest of the team and announces, “Good job everyone, Peterson and Torres were apprehended. Let’s clear his house and then we’re done.” Just then a wave of nausea and dizziness comes over me and I lean into the alley behind me, rubbing my head. I can’t focus well, so I don’t hear the rest of his talk or the team’s comments. Jay looks at me, concerned and I make an effort to try and pay attention as Voight finishes his talk and says, “Let’s get in place. L/N, stay back a second.”
Jay looks at me, his hand in his pocket, but I nod for him to go ahead so with a final glance he goes with the rest of the team. “Yes, Sarge?” I ask.
“You sure you’re feeling alright?”
I nod and then stop when that makes the dizziness worse, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
Voight shakes his head, “You’re acting different. You should go to Med.”
“I’m fine Sarge.”
Voight nods and gives me a once-over, “Alright.”
I walk over to Jay at the back and the house and when Voight gives the signal we go in. The large bang that opened the front of the house felt like a bomb went off in my head. I continued into the house, the change from the brightness outside to the darkness inside had my head spinning and the headache sharpening into a stabbing pain. I stumbled into a wall, more focused on standing upright than finding the suspect. Jay moves past me unaware into the living room.
“House is clear,” Adam calls over the earpiece. I walk out of the townhouse and slide down the alley wall onto the ground. The sun is pounding into my head so I put my head in my hands and close my eyes, focusing on not throwing up or passing out. A minute later a rough hand squeezes my shoulder, I open my eyes and Voight’s blurry face appears, a worried frown on his face, “You’re going to Med.”
I open my mouth to say something, I don’t know what exactly, but Voight cuts me off, “End of discussion, Halstead will take you.”
Voight walks away and I hear footsteps and then the sun pounding into my head is cut off. Relief fills me and I look up to see Jay blocking the sun, which judging on his posture is intentional.
Jay slides his hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out my sunglasses. He kneels next to me and slides them over my face, saying quietly, “You left them in my truck and I meant to give them to you before the raid.”
He studies me for a second before asking, “Can you stand?”
I take a deep breath, “Yeah.”
Jay offers me a hand up and I take it. He tries to wrap my arm around his shoulders, but I push him off and sway heavily. Jay tries again and this time I let him. I slide into the passenger’s seat and close my eyes. I can feel Jay looking at me before he says, “You should have said something, but I get it.”
I don’t say anything, so he starts driving to Med. Once we get there, Jay walks over to my side and he helps me out, but this time I shake my head and walk by myself. He shrugs and we walk into the E.D.. Will is standing there waiting for us with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised. He shakes his head, “The only time I get to spend with you two is when one of you ends up here.”
Because of our busy schedules, we normally plan times to meet up, however, this month has been especially chaotic. I ask Will, “Did Jay call you?”
He shakes his head, “Voight called. He sounded worried.”
He looks me up and down, noticing that I’m leaning into Jay, and his eyes flicker back to the heavy bruising at my temples. “Let’s get you into a room, you don’t look too steady.”
After sitting on the bed, Will asks, “Have you been like this since the crash?”
I give a small nod, “Yeah, I thought it was just a headache or a mild concussion, but was worse than that.”
Will raises his eyebrows and looks toward Jay, “What about you?”
Jay gives a nod, “Yeah, I thought the same.”
Will sighs, “So both of you didn’t see a problem with you continuing with a concussion?”
Both of us are silent and Will runs his hand through his hair, “Ok, I’m going to address that later, but right now I agree that it’s probably a concussion. I’ll do a few tests.”
Jay says, “I’m going to bring a change of clothes for you from the truck and get some soda, you want one?” He looks toward Will, “I know: no caffeine.”
I give him a small half-smile, “Yeah, thank you. Remember, I like--”
Jay cuts me off, “Grape, I know. You’re my partner.”
After Will finishes the tests he says, “Definitely a moderate concussion. You’ll need to take a least a week off, then return to desk work for a bit.”
I groan and Will laughs, “What did you expect? I’ll get the paper started, then you can rest. No electronics or reading.”
I give a small nod and he leaves. I sit back in my bed and undo my braid. I start fiddling with the hairband when I hear someone familiar talking in the hallway. I slide off the hospital bed and walk towards the curtain. I thought I heard someone from my past, but why would he be at Med? I open the curtain and sure enough Crockett Marcel is in black scrubs. I walk over to him mindful of the lingering dizziness and the headache that makes my head feel like it’s stuck in a blender.
“Crockett Marcel, good to see you again”
He smiles, “Y/N, good to see you too. It’s actually Doctor Marcel now.” He looks me up and down and notices the heavy bruising at my temple, “So, I’m going to go on a limb here and say you were part of that car chase today? You okay?”
“Yeah, Intelligence took down a pretty big guy. I’m fine.”
Crockett laughs, “So it’s Detective L/N then, I don’t think you’re fine, you’re too tough for your own good. But I’ll leave it alone for now. So have you thought about auditioning for Fast and Furious?”
I laugh at that, “No, anyway Will said it was just a concussion. So how have you been?”
At this point, the dizziness had reached a peak.
Crockett pauses, “You sure you’re alright? You don’t look so hot.”
I tried to respond, but I was having a hard time swallowing and my vision started blurring. I stumble sideways into Crockett and he grips my elbows. Ringing fills my ears and numbness takes over. My legs give out and I fall. Crockett catches me before I hit the ground and gently lowers me to the ground. I give in to the dizziness and headache tired from fighting it.
I wake up confused. I’m in a hospital bed and gown. I try and sit up, but there are too many wires. My headache is as awful as before, but the dizziness has subsided a little. My movements alerted Will who walks in, “How are you feeling?”
“Better than before,” I answer truthfully.
Will laughs, “You must have been feeling pretty awful and now we know why. While you were unconscious, we did a CT scan and you have a subdural hematoma.”
I manage to sit up, “Brain problem?”
Will nods, “Bleeding in your brain.”
I swing my feet over the edge of the bed, which causes another wave of dizziness. “So just resting. Can I do that at home?”
Just then Jay walks in with our sodas and change of clothes. His eyes widen when he sees me in the hospital gown, seeing the situation, he puts them down onto the seat and swings my feet back onto the bed. He looks at WIll, “Is she trying to escape?”
Will gives an exasperated sigh, “Your girlfriend inherited your hatred of hospitals. She passed out and after testing, we realized it’s not a concussion, it’s bleeding in the brain.”
Jay’s eyes widen, “Shit.”
Will continues looking at me, “You’ll stay here overnight. Not up for debate. I’ll take Jay’s handcuffs if I need to. Then, you’ll have two weeks at home, nothing strenuous, and then you can return to desk work.”
“I can’t do two weeks.”
Jay huffs a laugh and slides onto the bed next to me. Will shakes his head, “We can talk about this in the morning.”
Will starts to leave before I say, “Hey Will, thanks.”
Jay echoes me, “Yeah, thanks, man.”
Jay and Will share a look before Will gives a small smile, “You’re welcome guys. Good night.”
I lean my head on Jay’s shoulder and he puts an arm around my waist as he says, “Today went well.”
I laugh and close my eyes, “Yeah, just a normal day.”