#jay interactions

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There is pure fear from her the moment he sets his gaze upon her. Eyes wide and wild like she's in flight or fight. She's running from something and that makes Jay take a step closer to her, itching to reach for her gun just in case.

Whatever happened scared her enough for her take off in such little clothing and no shoes in the middle of biting freezing winter weather of Chicago. Instantly, he's shrugging his jacket off to wrap it around her so that he can at least take some of that chill away.

"Yeah. It's me." Jay speaks softly, noting just how shaken up she is. He has no idea what has her shaken up but whatever it is, it had to be pretty big, because he's come to learn that making this woman afraid is not an easy task.

Just what the hell happened?

"Hey. Look at me. I need you to focus, take some deep breaths, and calm down." An arm wraps around her to guide her in a corner away from prying eyes so that if someone is out there looking for her, it's harder to find them.

"I need you to tell me what happened. What - who - are you running from?" Jay hears footsteps pounding against the pavement and pulls his gun from his thigh holster just in case he has to fight to protect her. It could be a person who's lost their damn mind jogging in the dead of winter, or a pursuer, Jay isn't sure which yet.

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@whcwashe sent [ TXT ] : don't come home yet. i'll explain later. @ Jay

(text; Liv); What the hell do you mean don't come home yet?

(text; Liv); I'm coming home.

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@doublejango sent

Hey, Halstead--

Might be out of the blue, but you want to come camping with me and Casey? Couple days of backpacking. No pressure.

Either way, hope you're doing well, man.

-Severide

Out of the blue sounds like an understatement, really. Jay has always enjoyed the company of Severide and Casey but he didn't think they were close enough to end up on a camping trip with the two of them.

Regardless, close or not, it sounds like a good time. Jay has been doing nothing but working and working and working. He likes Voight but it's a lot of work. Maybe a break would be nice and he has a few vacation days coming up.

"Sure. Why not? Could be fun." Two firefighters and a homicide detective in the middle of the woods. What could go wrong, really?

It'll be interesting and Jay hasn't gone camping since he was a kid.

"When?"

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@semperprotego sent [LINE] (Jay/Voight)

[ LINE ] our muses are supposed to only be pretending to be together for a mission or fake dating,  but they keep going and neither one of them is stopping which leads to them hiding away to have sex.  

Undercover missions are not something Jay is any stranger too. Undercover missions with Voight, however, are. What is also new is the nature of the undercover mission. Jay guesses there was no one else available to pretend to be a couple with him and he certainly doesn’t mind - whatever gets the job done.

They’d had to kiss to get the suspects off their trail, they were starting to get suspicious given the fact that they don’t exactly act like a couple. Once the suspects were satisfied and left, that should have been it, but neither of them are stopping. In fact, Voight is guiding him away, and into some hidden room - a closet maybe? - Jay doesn’t know, it’s hard to think with the way Voight’s hands are all over him.

Good thing that their comms are off and they’re not wiretapped, that would make for an very awkward situation with the rest of the team. Voight’s hands come to his shirt to pull it off and god help him, Jay doesn’t stop him. 

This is frowned upon, he should be stopping Voight, this kind of relationship between boss and detective isn’t exactly something that is approved. They’ll have to keep this quiet and while Jay doesn’t quite know what this means, assumes it’s some kind of fling and they’re caught up in the moment, he’s not complaining. At all.

Hips rock on instinct, allowing Voight to feel just how hard he is making him. In the back of his mind, there’s a voice telling him to stop this, and so he pulls back for both air and to speak. 

“Wait...wait...” Oh, screw it, when’s the last time he’s even been with someone else? Besides, they won’t make a habit of this (or so he thinks). Lips move in closer to Voight once more, barely touching lips to Voight’s, but enough for Voight to feel breath ghosting over his lips as well as realize that Jay very much wants this. “What if someone hears us?”

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@sgtvoight​ sent “Jay, you’re bleeding..”(From @sgtvoight to Jay if you’re interested.)

Shit. He hadn’t even noticed the blood at first. Chasing a suspect, all that adrenaline, it had kicked his instincts into overdrive and the focus was capturing their suspect, it wasn’t on himself.. Now that the high of the chase is wearing off, the injury is becoming more apparent.

Blood pours from his nose and his lip, both having received the brunt of attacks in the chase. He’s pretty sure he’s going to have one hell of a bruise. Not to mention the way his abdomen's probably going to be bruised from the one hell of a gut punch he’d be given. At least he hadn’t hit his damn head. 

Suspect’s lucky Jay hadn’t decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Voight will probably insist he go get checked out at Med but Jay tends to avoid hospitals like they’re the plague. Nothing a little booze and calling it a day wont’ fix, though Halstead doesn’t know if it’ll be that easy with Voight.

“Yeah. Guess I am. I’m fine, just a split lip.” Probably a bruised nose too, at the least. “I’ve had worse.”

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@magicandmayhcm​ sent "Lower your voice I said. Let's discuss this rationally." Antonio to jay

“Lower my voice?” That just makes him want to yell louder - telling Jay to calm down or ‘lower your voice’ is never a good idea and Antonio knows it. Teeth grit together - it’s taking everything not to yell at Antonio but he really doesn’t want other people knowing why he’s so damn upset. “You went in without backup. I was right there. You couldn’t have waited a little bit? You could have been killed Antonio. Hell, you would have been killed if I hadn’t been there in time.”

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@captbenscn​ sent “ I figured there’d at least be free food. ” for Jay

“Yeah, imagine my disappointment when I got here and there wasn’t free food. I tell you it’s false advertising.” There’s a dramatic sigh. “I guess that’s the only way they could get people to show up.” It’s a get together for police to celebrate something, Jay doesn’t know, he’d just been in it for the free food. “I figured there’d at least be doughnuts.”

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@artificialnocturnc sent

My muse fixes your muse’s tie/dress/jacket, their hands brushing against their skin for just a moment. ( Kate & Jay )

Jay is never fond of these things. He doesn't like wearing suits very much. He's never really liked dressing up in a suit for anything. Uniform? Sure. Expensive-looking suit? Not at all. Even with undercover ops, he would rather not.

But it's the annual fundraising ball for the police department, Voight had told him that he has to show up. There's an auction here and while Jay doesn't plan on spending any money, it's interesting to watch how many people will spend a ridiculous amount of money on something.

He's arrived at the building with Kate as his plus one and when he puts his truck in park, he's quick to move to the other side and open the door for Kate to help her out. His truck isn't too high up but he doesn't want her tripping trying get out.

As soon as she's out, she seems to focus on his tie. Ah, right, he had sloppily put it on with the intention to fix it later. Kate fixes it well enough, though, and Jay can feel his breath hitch as her hands brush across him.

He pushes that moment away and gives her a small smile and a muttered thanks before offering his arm to her so she can loop it through his to walk in with them.

"We don't have to stay long. Voight just wants me to show up. You sure about this? It's not too late for you to turn around and make a run for it."