We Were Born To Make History

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Requests

Who and What I Write For:

(One-Shots, Imagines, and Blurbs All Welcome)

Chicago PD

Jay Halstead

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Chicago Med

Will Halstead

Chicago Fire

Blake Gallo

Kelly Severide

Matt Casey

Peter Mills

The Rookie

Wesley Evers

Tim Bradford

Lucy Chen

Nyla Harper

Angela Lopez

MacGyver

Angus MacGyver (2016)

9-1-1

Eddie Diaz

Evan Buckley

Outer Banks

John B Routledge

JJ Maybank

Pope Heyward

I DO NOT WRITE SMUT

All of the writings will be character x reader or character x oc...I do not write slash fiction, but there might be certain ships of different shows mentioned and I'll put those in the warning.

Please drop the request in my asks! Do not request anything through replies on my posts! It’s just more convenient if it’s in my asks so I’m not scrambling through replies to find a particular request!

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You know, usually after I start a series, I start drafting fics for that series…

SO WHY THE HELL AFTER FINISHING CRESCENT CITY 2 AM I DRAFTING A DARK, SLOW-BURN POLITICAL ROMANCE ABOUT ERIS VANSERRA FROM ACOTAR?!?!?

I didn’t even know how I felt about Eris as a character before this…

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"IT WAS ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE A ONESHOT!!!" i scream, desperately clawing at the floor, as the fic drags me back into The Depths to continue writing against my will for the rest of eternity

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Me as I scream at the Jason Todd x OC one shot I started that has now spun into a multi-fic arc with members of the BatFamily!

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Spoiler for Chicago PD 11x01

In my head, if Jay Halstead has a full name it would be James Alexander Halstead since 1) it rolls way better off the tongue, 2) I like the idea of Jay being short for something and 3) Jay is Irish American and I want you to find a better sounding name for an Irish American boy from Chicago than that!

I’m also of the opinion that Jay could just be his name and not short for anything. We’ll see! 😉

Also, I headcanon that Will’s full name is William Patrick Halstead ✌🏻 bye 😝

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How Do I Do This?

Fandom: Chicago PD/One Chicago

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Female!Reader; Kelly Severide x Platonic!Reader; Stella Kidd x Platonic!Reader

Warning/s: Mentions of Divorce, Anxiety and Alcohol Consumption

Request: No

Word Count: 979

A/N: This is based off of the song, How do I do This? by Kelsea Ballerini. You don’t need to listen to the song to get this by any means but I recommend you do! It’s a song that’s been on my mind for a while and I just love Kelsea’s music as a whole! It got a little away from me so apologies for that! I’m also still working on requests and some more chapters of my Jay Halstead fic so please be patient with me.

Enjoy!

***

Are you free Saturday? I know a spot

Those two texts come in rapid succession as you finish cleaning the store up. You’d usually try to avoid checking your phone so often in front of your manager, but by this time you were usually the only one left.

What did you have in mind?

You erase the message in-between organizing the new book shipment.

Saturday? That’s a little too close for me.

You erase that message while balancing the books for that day.

By the time you lock up the store and head home, you had thought up a couple million ways to respond before erasing them. Putting your key in the lock and you finally respond with a simple Yes.

Your next thought was right before you slid into bed for the night. Where the hell is your dress?

Specifically, your little black one that showed off all of your curves. The one that was probably lonely from being unused for so many years.

Having split from your husband over a year ago and trying to start fresh back in Chicago, you were worrying yourself into a spiral. You hadn’t been on a date since you were 22 and you were feeling out of place, getting back into the dating scene at 29.

You and your ex had grown apart from the moment your marriage started. You had done everything you could to keep everything together. You—being the one who made more money—had bought a big house. One that had room for you two to grow a family and have a backyard for a dog. It felt right at the time, maybe it would be enough so the walls didn’t seem like they were closing in.

You and your ex had been fine. But that’s all you were…fine. You finally convinced him to do therapy with you and, unfortunately, the final straw for you was when you realized that he loved you more at 23, then at 27.

You had filed for divorce not long after that. He claimed he hadn’t seen it coming, and fought you for the house. You gave into it, wanting him to just sign the papers and be done with it. In the end, when you signed your lease back in your home city of Chicago you finally checked the box “divorced.”

It had been quite the change, getting used to being back in the city. You contacted one of your oldest friends, Kelly Severide, to hang out and catch up.

It was at one of those meet ups that you met Kelly’s girlfriend, Stella Kidd, and the two of you hit it off instantly.

Now a year later, Stella and Kelly were getting ready to get married, and you voiced your thoughts to them about dating again. Stella said that she had a friend who was your type.

You had no idea what that meant, but after a few failed attempts at signing up for one of those awful dating apps, you gave Stella permission for her to give her friend your number.

The day after the first two texts were sent, he texted you again saying: Great! I’ll pick you up at 7.

You remembered at 22 being a little more cautious about a man picking you up for a date, but you trusted Kelly and Stella so you tried trusting this guy too.

It was hard, everything you’ve ever known about dating, relationships, and love had been ruined with the breakdown of your marriage. Now you wished it wasn’t affecting your thoughts this long after.

So is it any wonder that it’s 6:52 on Saturday and you’re trying to reassure yourself by saying you got this during your last looks in the mirror.

“You’ll be fine,” Kelly was saying over the speakerphone as you contemplated taking a shot to calm your nerves, “Do you think we don’t have your best interest at heart?”

“Kelly,” you say plainly, “It’s been years since I’ve been on a date. I’m gonna look so stupid stumbling over myself and what if he brings up my marriage? You told him about that right? How do I fucking do this? Is it wrong if I take a shot of something?”

“Stella,” you hear Kelly call from his end, obviously feeling like he needed backup, “she’s freaking out.”

“Yes I am.” You almost growl in confirmation, “I blame you both for this. What was I thinking?”

“Relax, girl,” Stella’s voice says over the line in a reassuring tone, “I got you. Look, I’ve known Jay for a while okay, and I’m sure you’ll charm the socks off of him.”

“Oh god,” you say, slapping a hand to your forehead almost dramatically, “I know he’s too good to be true. What have you done, Stella.”

“Breathe, Y/N,” Kelly says, his voice clear and unyielding.

There was a knock on the door. You jump slightly, looking up at the clock on the stove. 7:00 on the dot.

You curse, telling Kelly and Stella that he was there. They told you to have fun and they’ll call you later for details before immediately hanging up on you.

Cursing your friends once more, you open the door, and your breath lapses. You were going to kill Stella for understating his looks by saying he was “good-looking”.

He was much more than good-looking. He was gorgeous. His dark hair was cut evenly. His eyes were a mix of blue and green and freckles littered across his features. He was dressed for a date, his outfit lining the structures of his body. You feel slightly better about choosing your black dress for this, you may even want to wake up tomorrow with it on a floor that isn’t yours.

I’m ready, you tell yourself in your head.

And for the first time since this whole thing started, you believe it.

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stepping stone

Katie brought in the big box of donuts and set them down on Antonio’s desk since his desk was one of the first ones that you came across when you entered the unit. Antonio and Jules weren't far behind her.

“Man, keep this up and we’ll all have to do a couple of rounds at the boxing gym,” Antonio greeted Katie with a playful smile as he grabbed a donut from the box.

“Sounds fun to me, Dawson,” Katie said warmly, winking at Antonio as she grabbed a donut for herself and sat down behind her desk.

“Says someone who had never been to the gym with him,” Jules said in a teasing voice as she passed Katie’s desk and grabbed a donut from the box. Antonio chuckled.

Detective Sheldon Jin entered the bullpen and walked up to Katie, “Has Voight been in yet?”

Katie shook her head as she took a sip from her coffee mug, “No not yet, Jin.” Her eyebrows furrowed, “Everything okay?”

Jin nodded once half-heartedly. Katie left it alone, Voight and Jin were always talking in secret whispers and it seemed that was no different.

As she sat down back at her desk, Lindsay and Halstead walked out of the breakroom in the middle of their conversation.

“...Because you don’t know a good thing when you see it.” Lindsay sighed and sat down at her desk.

From what Katie heard, Erin set Jay up with one of her friends recently. From their conversation, Katie guessed that Jay wasn't interested in said friend. She remembered Erin complaining to her about a similar situation that had happened a few weeks ago with another friend. Why Erin couldn’t see that the reason Jay wasn’t interested was because he liked Erin, Katie didn’t know. It was very obvious.

That relationship was going to be a failure for both parties. They liked each other and if there was one thing Voight didn’t like, it was in-house romances. He had said as much when introducing the rules to the unit.

Katie has started looking through her case files as Voight finally walked up the last few steps. Behind Voight were two familiar patrolmen, Officers Burgess and Atwater. Solid cops and known to have the ambition to move up to Intelligence.

Jin scurried up to Voight, and they both spoke to each other in low voices before Voight has Burgess and Atwater move along.

“All right, listen up,” Voight said, making the detectives all look up from whatever they were doing, “Got a name on those dope deaths. It's a dealer named Rev on South Emerald. As soon as Olinsky gets here, we're gonna…”

“Over here.” Alvin rolled into Voight’s view, raising a banana in greeting, “Hey.”

“Hey, Alvin.”

“Hank.”

“We're gonna set up a controlled buy,” Voight continued, “... Halstead and Lindsay in the doorway. Do not go inside.”

Erin and Jay locked eyes before Erin looked back at Voight, “Got it.”

There was a pause as Voight looked around at everyone, “All right, one more thing...we've been doing this, what, two months? Now more than ever, we keep everything in house. Understand? I don't care how they run other departments or how you came up. This is Intelligence...my unit. You tell me the truth, so I can lie for you. And if you ever go over my head, it'll be the last head you go over. Everybody goes home tonight.”

***

“It looked like blood,” Lindsay was explaining to Voight, “That and the fact that we don't know that guy…”

Voight waved his hand, “You don't have to justify it. You got a bad hit, you got a bad hit. Let's go in.”

“No,” Jules said to Voight, “‘Cause maybe it looked like blood? That's not probable cause to force an entry.”

“He could have been marinating a chicken and spilled barbecue sauce on his pants,” Antonio said, annoyed.

“We've got three O.D.s traced back to the heroin Rev's moving,” Voight said impatiently, “You want to wait for another kid to die?”

Al put his cap back on as he spoke, “We'll do a knock-and-talk, all right? Whoever's in control of the apartment gets all squirrelly, we'll take it from there. All right?”

The entire team moved towards the apartment again. It was Voight and Antonio first, then Jules with Lindsay and Halstead and Al and Katie brought up the rear. They hadn’t blown anyone’s cover so they were all surprised when shots rang out from the apartment, causing everyone to pull out their guns, take cover and start returning fire

As Antonio called it in over the radio, they heard Voight shout from where he took cover, “Get the long guns!”

Al, Halstead, and Katie all moved to the backseat of the car. Al pulled out a battering ram and handed it to Katie as Al and Halstead grabbed a rifle for each of them.

Halstead led the line they formed to infiltrate the apartment, each of them with their weapon drawn and ready. Katie got the battering ram as she lined herself against the wall next to the door.

“Get back inside! Go back upstairs!”

They rammed the door in. “Police!”

They cleared the room, found the dealer in the bathroom, and called for Patrol to clear the rest of the building. There was a small thump coming from the closet, which put the team on high alert. When Jules opened the door, a preteen boy looked on at them with his hands up.

Katie was the first to lower her weapon when they all realized it was a kid, holstering her gun. A potential witness, Voight wanted the boy to br brought to the district as soon as possible.

***

“That's him,” Lindsay said, giving a positive ID to the man in the picture Antonio gave her.

“Adres Dias.” Antonio wrote his name down on the whiteboard, “aka Pulpo, the Octopus. He's got dual citizenship here and Colombia. Me and Jules had him on our radar five years back when he was working his way up from street enforcer.”

“Yeah, I remember his name,” Voight said, “Didn't he beat a double-murder rap?”

Jules sighed, “The two key witnesses were killed.”

Lindsay sat against the desk, arms crossed, “Was he cutting off heads back then too?”

“No,” Jules replied, “he learned a thing or two since he was in Colombia.”

“What type of player was he?” Halstead asked. Katie wondered if the tone of his voice sounded a bit like anger, “What part of the city did he hold down?”

“Oh, see, that's the thing,” Antonio replied, “He wasn't affiliated with any faction. Nobody knew his real script. He was just in it for the money and the blood.”

“Okay,” Voight said and pointed to Antonio and Halstead, “you two, in my office.”

The two men looked at each other before following Voight into his office. Lindsay and Katie migrated to their desks, looking through the paperwork they had.

Katie tried not to eavesdrop but she heard the last part of the trio’s conversation, “...I never told you to cross the threshold. If you had, you and Lindsay might not have gotten out of there alive. You vouched for him. Keep him in line.”

Voight walked past the two men, out of his office and to Lindsay’s desk, “Let's go for a ride.”

She nodded silently, stood up and followed Voight out of the bullpen, leaving Antonio, Halstead and Katie there. The three acknowledged each other. Antonio nodded once and left the bullpen, but Halstead lingered for a minute.

If he was trying to hide any guilt in his face, he wasn’t doing a good job of it. She didn’t mean to let on that she noticed, but she did and Halstead was trying really hard to not meet her eyes. “It’s not easy,” Katie said softly, “And don’t worry, we’ve all been there. Being yelled at every once in a while just comes along with the job, a lot of the time it means your heart was in the right place.” She patted his shoulder and gave him a smile.

***

“Hey!” Lindsay called over to Atwater that night at Molly’s Bar. The party that he was hosting was in full swing, though Katie seemed to keep looking down at her watch. “We had to pay full cover at the door.”

Atwater smirked at the female detective, “I’m running a business, Detective.”

“Atwater is the cheapest,” Burgess said from her seat at the table, “I mean the cheapest guy you will ever meet. We drove...wait for it...we drove around for a half-hour yesterday looking for an ATM that wouldn’t charge him a withdrawal fee.”

“And there’s a two-drink minimum,” Atwater said, “so start knocking ‘em back. I ain’t playing.”

“Okay, then I want mine in that cup,” Erin challenged, eyeing the bigger cup that Atwater had in his hand.

“Next time.” Atwater disappeared into the crowd once more. The atmosphere in Molly’s always felt different, cozy, warm. It was a nice thing to be able to move away from the seriousness and politics that came with their jobs. Burgess and Atwater weren’t patrolmen and Katie, Jay and Erin weren’t detectives. They all were just co-workers having a drink together. Friends.

“Flight attendant,” Halstead said with raised eyebrows at Burgess. Somehow they had gotten on the topic of what their lives were like before putting on a badge. Flight attendant to police officer was not a career line Katie had heard of before.

Burgess looked at the detective, “Uh, yeah, three years, waiting until I got into the police academy.”

“Flight attendant?” Halstead said again in disbelief, taking a drink as Erin laughed into her drink and Katie smiled.

“You can break my balls all you want,” Burgess said confidently, “but I learned more about crowd control and conflict resolution and intimidation tactics...traits that will serve me well when you guys detail me up into Intelligence. Hint, hint.”

“Oh.” the three detectives said in unison, Halstead and Erin looking at each other while Katie gave a wink Burgess’s way.

Burgess nodded at Lindsay, “How about you?”

“Oh, I just kicked around,” Lindsay knocked some of her drink back, “nothing glamorous.”

“Did some administrative work in high school...Worked for a while in the Army, came home after one tour,” Katie said, shifting in her seat and taking a sip, “Nothing too special.”

The expression on her face made Burgess not ask for further details. Katie looked around the room as if avoiding making eye contact with anyone. She was still shifting uncomfortably in her seat and she drank from her Glencairn glass.

“You?” This time the question was directed at Halstead, who seemed to be a bit more forthcoming with information about himself.

“I was in the military,” he answered.

“You see any action?”

“I did.”

“Ever see anything like you did today?” Burgess asked, eyes wide in curiosity.

Both Katie and Erin’s eyes darted to Halstead, gouging his expression which Katie knew about all too well. Katie and Jay both realized no one had ever asked that question so bluntly before.

Burgess seemed to realize how the question sounded and quickly backtracked, “I’m sorry. I...forget I asked that. That was a stupid question.”

Halstead shrugged his shoulders as an okay gesture, him, Lindsay and Katie smiling.

Katie looked at her watch. She had been checking it every five minutes or so as if she was late for something. Noticing the time, she downed the rest of her drink and put some money down on the table. “Sorry guys, gotta run.”

“Already?” Burgess was surprised. Katie’s constant checking of her watch hadn’t escaped her notice and she wished she knew what was going on. She had theories of course, but she wasn’t confident enough to ask about it yet, “The party’s just beginning.”

“Yeah, maybe another time,” Katie sent a smile to the officer’s way, shared a knowing look with Erin, and did a two-finger salute. “See you guys tomorrow.”

“Wonder where she’s running off to,” Atwater walked up to their table, voicing the question in Burgess’s mind.

Halstead shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. Erin made no gesture or verbal response and opted to take a sip of her drink as well. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to understand that Erin knew more than she was letting on.

Burgess had started to become good at reading others and there was clearly a familiarity with the two female detectives. Burgess didn’t know much about either of the women’s backgrounds other than the fact that Katie came from a family of first responders. How did they know each other exactly?

***

It seemed like they had hit a dead end. No one's CIs were talking for fear of beheading by the cartel. The hold on the kid D’Anthony expired due to police procedure and they were at a stalemate...until after a shakedown of an affiliated drug dealer, they found themselves looking for a Shane Cameron.

They all suited up and headed to the apartment that was allegedly his. Antonio and Jules took the lead in going up to Cameron’s apartment while the rest of the team stood on standby outside for backup.

A few cars drove up not too much later and Lieutenant Belden from Violent Crimes came out of it, looking a little smug. Katie had heard stories of the man through her connections in the department. He was one of those cops with a big ego and nothing else to show for it, asserting power wherever he thought he could get it.

“It's okay, Lieutenant,” Voight said, easily. Even though he’d been in a bad mood all day, his voice didn’t give it away to Belden who no doubt would have used it against him, “We got it covered. I'll let you know if he's upstairs.”

“Who?” Belden sounded confused.

“Shane Cameron,” Voight said matter-of-factly, “I left you a message.”

“We’re following up on the car,” Belden said confusingly to Voight.

“What car?”

“Plate match to a black four-door seen leaving the scene of the Coop murder yesterday,” Belden explained to Voight, “Supposed to be parked around here.”

There was a pause as Voight looked at the Lieutenant incredulously. “I never got that info,” Voight said almost accusingly at Belden.

A smile almost crept up on Belden’s face. “Yeah, I must have dropped the ball on that,” Belden said with an air of arrogance and smugness.

Voight immediately brought his radio up to his lips to call Antonio and Jules, “Terminate. Pull back. Targets may be in the building.”

The next thing Katie knew, she heard a gunshot and then Antonio’s voice, shouting in a panic over the radio, “10-1! Officer shot!”

Lindsay, Voight, and Katie ran as fast as they could into the building, guns up, and told any civilians they encountered to make their way outside.

“You're gonna be alright. Jules?” Antonio had his hands over Jules’ wound as she tried breathing, “Hang in there—” he nodded over towards the door—“Over there.”

As Voight and Lindsay headed inside the building, Katie holsted her gun and kneeled down to help Antonio with Jules, calling dispatch, “50-21 Union, we got a 10-1 officer shot, roll an ambo to 812 West 33rd Street.”

“Copy that 50-21 Union,” Dispatch said as Voight and Lindsay cleared the house. Katie and Antonio taking turns putting pressure on Jules’s wound, “Ambo five minutes out.”

When they all heard the sirens coming down the street, the four remaining detectives lifted Jules up to bring her to the ambulance, which had Antonio’s sister Gabby and her partner Leslie Shay, waiting.

“You're gonna be okay, Jules,” Erin said to the female detective.

“We got to move!” Gabby was up and ready for them. She called over to her partner, “Get her in the ambo.”

“She's gonna be okay, right?” Lindsay’s voice cracked a bit as she asked.

“We gotta go right now,” was all Gabby said as her partner brought over the gurney, “Midclavicular.”

“I'm coming with you, sister.” Lindsay said.

“Start an I.V.”

Lindsay all about jumped into the back of the Ambulance next to the gurney as Shay ran to the driver’s seat and Gabby closed the doors behind her.

***

“One offender in custody,” Halstead’s voice came through the radio, causing Katie to look over at Antonio who was staring at his hands, covered in Jules’ blood.

They were back at the unit, with Katie seated at Antonio’s desk next to the detective who got a phone call from Lindsay telling him that Jules didn’t make it.

Katie had lost people before, and she knew there were no real words that she could say to help Antonio. She had paid enough attention these last few months to know that Antonio wasn’t one to crumble when faced with the chance to confront the killer. No, he was pissed.

No sooner had Halstead and Ruzek pulled up to the backroom then Antonio flew down the stairs from the unit to meet Pulpo face to face.

“Antonio!” Pulpo said, goading the detective as they put him in the cage, “How are you? It's been a while.”

“Where are they?” Antonio said, not even giving Halstead and Ruzek a chance to close the gate, “I want your two hitmen right now.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Pulpo faked confusion.

Antonio held up his hands and got in Pulpo’s face, “You see that? That's my partner's blood.”

Pulpo spit into Antonio’s hands which set Antonio off in a frenzy. Antonio grabbed Pulpo by the chin and pushed him against the adjoining caged wall, looking ready to kill him with his bare hands.

“Antonio!” Halstead shouted, trying to pull him off of Pulpo with Antonio repeatedly shouting back, “Get off me! Get off!”

Ruzek grabbed Pulpo under the arms and sat him down as Halstead and Katie pulled Antonio out of the cage.

“You need to take this,” Olinsky had just come down from the unit and held out a phone to Antonio.

“Yeah,” Antonio said, bringing the phone up to his ear.

Katie couldn’t hear who was at the other end of the line, but she watched as Antonio’s expression turned from one of fury into one of concern and worry.

“My son is missing,” was all Antonio said after hanging up the phone, throwing it back to Olinsky, and jumping into a car to drive to his family’s bakery.

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A/N: And here's the next chapter! I know it took a while, but hopefully you like this chapter! Feedback is encouraged and appreciated (please be nice). Feel free to make requests for what episodes you would like as chapters (use the link on the masterlist) and if you have any questions about the story or the characters don't hesitate to drop an ask in my inbox! ENJOY!

WARNINGS: Violence, Mentions of War and Trauma

The entirety of the Intelligence Unit was in a crescent shape around one of the Firehouse rigs. They were listening to Boden as he relayed what happened, “First bomb detonated at 8:00 A.M. on the dot. Second bomb located in a rental car. Car is still there.”

Halstead looked curiously at Boden, “Who dismantled the bomb?”

“We did.”

Looking impressed, Voight turned to Jin, “Check it out. If they got anything, I want to be notified first.”

“How many confirmed dead?” Lindsay asked as the unit looked back at Boden, Dawson taking notes on Katie’s left.

“18 dead…” Boden replied gravely, “15 in critical condition, 3 employees unaccounted for. The sign-ups for the charity race had just started before the bomb detonated. We may have more civilians buried beneath the rubble, but there's no real way of knowing right now.”

Ruzek jogged up behind Voight, “FBI special agent in charge wants all the bosses in the command center.”

“All right,” Voight said as he looked at his team, “everybody inside.”

The four members nodded at him, but before Katie could join them, Ruzek heard Katie’s phone ring.

“Hello, Detective Morales,” she said into the device.

Ruzek, trying to make it seem like he couldn’t hear her, looked back down at the notes Antonio wrote. He could still catch snippets of Katie’s conversation.

“We’re all fine,” she was saying, lowering her voice as if she was afraid of being overheard, “Just hang tight there. I’m coming straight after I’m done here, okay? I don’t know how long it will take but I’ll be there….yes I’ll be safe...I’m always safe.”

Ruzek continued to look down at the notes as she hung up, “Who was that? A boyfriend?”

Katie’s eyes went wide as she slipped her phone back into her pocket, “Just a family member checking in on me...no big deal.” She shrugged it off and they continued on their way inside.

***

Later, Katie regrouped with Halstead and started interviewing some doctors together.

This particular doctor, Dr. Arata, didn't seem at all pleased about it, “I can't help you. I didn't do it. I didn't see who did it, and I've got to focus on what I can do, which is save as many lives and limbs as I possibly can.”

“I get it,” Halstead said in a hard voice, “ Thank you.”

They both sighed as they left the doctor to his work. Looking over at Jay, Katie could tell there were a lot of thoughts running through his head, “What are you thinking about?”

“My brother...he's a plastic surgeon now, but he worked as a doctor in Sudan for a while. Can’t be easy to be a doctor at this moment,” Jay said, running a hand over his face, “They seem just as clueless as us on what to do.”

“I certainly couldn’t do it,” Katie replied with a shrug.

Jay stared at her blankly, “But you did, didn’t you? In Afghanistan.”

Katie scratched the back of her neck, swallowing, “I was more like a paramedic than a surgeon so it’s not exactly the same thing. During my last year I had a friend named Angie who died over there. It was an IED explosion. A few weeks after that, it became harder and harder for me to do my job as a medic. What these doctors are feeling right now...I’ve felt it. I experienced it, and once was enough for me to not want to feel it ever again.”

***

“Both males enter a white four-door Sedan,” Olinsky said as Intelligence went over all the statements they got, “and head out the southeast exit of the lot. And we have security video?”

“The security office was in the impact zone,” Antonio replied, “Database is gone, as in gone-gone.”

“Second car with a bomb was rented out of some dirt-lot company in Milwaukee,” Jay put in, “The name and the credit card on the rental agreement came back bogus.”

“And there’s no security video at the company,” Katie finished, shrugging, “or so they’re saying. So Milwaukee P.D.’s heading there to investigate.”

“Sumner,” Voight turned to the detective, “you dealt with all those anti-government nutcases when you were working undercover at the NATO protests, am I right?”

She nodded, “That’s right.”

“All right, beat the bushes.”

They all turned to go, but were interrupted by Lindsay walking in, “Hey, guys, I just heard. Burgess was here when it happened, and her niece is in the I.C.U.”

There was a silence, then Voight asked, “How bad?”

Lindsay shook her head, “Not good.”

***

Intelligence filed into the waiting room where Burgess was being comforted by Atwater. It was Lindsay, Katie, Halstead, Sumner, Ruzek, Al then finally Voight.

Lindsay put a soothing hand on Burgess’s back, Voight said a soft hello and Ruzek pulled Burgess in for a hug.

“We just heard,” said Ruzek, “What did they say?”

“A ruptured liver,” Burgess replied softly, turning to face everyone else, “She’s...there’s a list or something, a donor list. They’re trying to match.”

“Do we know who did it?” Atwater voiced the question as Katie stood next to Lindsay and Halstead, “Anybody taking credit?”

“Okay…” Jin said as he walked through the waiting room door, “The lab got a print off the duct tape of bomb number two. Came back to a Paul Watts. V.L.D. has him registered at 5225 South Laramie. I secured a no-knock search warrant.”

“Give us five minutes before you notify the feds about that print,” Voight said, getting back to business. He turned back to Atwater, “They need you out on the perimeter.”

Atwater was reluctant to leave Burgess, but she told him she was okay and to go.

“One more thing…” Jin said, “the second bomb was set to go off at 8:30 P.M. The bomber screwed up somewhere.”

Voight shook his head and looked at his team, “We’re gonna ask for forgiveness instead of permission today, you understand? We’re not slowing down for anything. I mean anything. No one’s gonna give a damn once these bastards are caught. All right, let’s go.” As the team filed out, Voight knelt in front of where Burgess sat and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “You let us know if anything changes, okay?”

***

“Thank you for everything, and I am so sorry for what you guys have been through. You’re all heroes.”

“Pat Vaughn?” Lindsay said to the man.

“Yeah?”

Lindsay gestured to her then to Al, “Would you mind coming with us for a minute?”

“I just checked out,” the man said, faking confusion.

“We just have a few follow-up questions,” Lindsay said.

The man looked Lindsay up and down, agreeing to follow her, but he then grabbed Lindsay and put a knife to her throat.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!” Alvin said as Halstead and Katie brought their guns up to point at the offender, “Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Take it easy!”

“I am walking out of here,” the offender said as Lindsay struggled in his grip, “Back up!”

“Don’t go any further, Vaughn.” Voight warned as Antonio and Ruzek pulled their weapons.

“I got nothing to lose,” Vaughn replied as he backed up, trying to maintain the same distance from Voight.

“Okay.” Voight put his hand up in a calming gesture, “What are you hoping to gain? Do you think we’re gonna let you drive out of here?”

“I got no problem slitting a throat,” Vaughn said coyly, “especially a cop’s.”

“Back up!”

“Okay, man,” Cruz said from the offender’s right, where Javier also stood, “We’re just trying to save some people…”

“Shut up!”

“Listen…” Voight continued, “Let’s just talk this out, all right? You want to walk out of here, you can walk out of here.”

“Don’t say another word!”

“Hey!” Cruz yelled as Mills hit Vaughn with his halligan.

Vaughn released some of his grip on Lindsay. She elbowed him and he let go of her completely as he dropped to the floor. Halstead and Antonio strode forward, telling Vaughn to stay down as Voight checked on Lindsay.

Mills stepped towards Lindsay, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Lindsay said, sounding almost relieved, “Thank you.”

“Don’t move,” Halstead said as he turned Vaughn on his stomach to cuff him.

Cruz motioned toward Vaughn on the floor, “This guy involved?”

Lindsay nodded, “Looks like it.”

As Halstead brought Vaughn to his feet, Mills pointed to Vaughn with a look of loathing, “You can bring him into any firehouse in the city. We’ll take five minutes, all right?”

“We’ll get some answers from him, I promise,” Lindsay said, patting Cruz on the chest, “Thank you.” She pointed to Mills, “Thank you.”

As she and the others walked away, Javier caught his sister’s arm, “You alright?”

“Yeah,” she said, “I’m fine. Just ready to take this guy.”

Javier looked his sister up and down, looked at the chaos from the explosion around him, “You sure this isn’t bringing up memories or anything?”

“I’m fine, Javi,” Katie repeated, “I’ve dealt with much worse triggers than this.” When he gave her a look of disbelief, she sighed, “If it’ll make you feel better. I’ll put in for an appointment with my therapist okay? I’m not going to spiral again, promise.”

He nodded and took off with Cruz and Mills, taking another look at Katie before disappearing into the crowd once more.

***

“He said that?”

Katie’s voice was one of disbelief as Antonio finished his interview with Frank Powell, whose son seemed to be involves as well. Antonio could hear the shakiness of her trying to keep her voice calm and monotone.

“And a lot more about war and letting minorities into police departments or whatever...”

Katie turned and threw a hard punch at the wall, which surprised Antonio. “Pricks like this give a bad name to people who have actually been in war. Ones who have seen actual war. I hate it.”

Antonio could feel the anger come off of his partner in waves. It was no secret that Katie was an Afghanistan veteran, but it was rare of her to refer to her time in the service. No one really knew what happened to her over there, and she didn’t mention it to anyone either.

And he couldn’t help but agree as they made their way out of the prison and into their car. Katie had a few more colorful words to describe Frank Powell, but after her rant she fell silent all the way back to the hospital.

***

“Vehicle located, south side entrance,” Al was saying into the radio as Antonio and Katie pulled up and got out of their vehicle, “It’s blue, not white...no tags.”

Voight spoke next on the radio, “Jin, bomb squad update.”

“Three blocks away.”

“Hey,” Ruzek said to Alvin, “if Powell was at the hospital because he likes to watch his handiwork…”

“What's that?” Antonio pointed to one of the rooftops behind Alvin. Al turned to where Antonio was pointing, “Right there.”

“Up top?”

“Yeah, right there. See?”

Halstead and Lindsay then pulled up in their service vehicle, “What do we got?”

“On the roof!” Antonio was saying, all four of them pointing to the roof.

Lindsay drove up farther and her and Halstead pursued Ted Powell back up onto the roof.

“There’s Voight,” Antonio patted Ruzek on the chest as he watched Voight and Sumner pull up, “Come on.”

Antonio, Alvin, Katie and Ruzek all started running towards the building as Voight shouted into the radio, “Nine minutes!”

“We think Powell is on the apartment building!” Alvin said into the radio as he continued his print, “In pursuit!”

“Suspect’s entered roof!” Lindsay confirmed.

Ruzek and Al exited to the roof first after Lindsay and Halstead, Ruzek’s gun already returning fire to Powell, “You can’t win! Drop your weapon! Put it down!”

Voight joined his team, gun pointed center with his right hand, “I want him alive!” When Powell shot at Voight, Voight put two bullets in him, making Powell fail before hitting the ground.

Voight kicked Powell’s gun away, and lifted Powell to his feet, “Get up.”

“How many of your boys did I put in the dirt today?” Powell said in glee, “Any of ‘em good friends?”

“You wanna watch?” Voight roughly pulled Powell to the edge of the apartment building, almost throwing him over, “Watch it.” Powell was flailing around trying to get half of his body back on the roof.

Voight yelled, “Time check!”

Ruzek checked his phone. “60 seconds!”

“Bomb dismantled,” Sumner confirmed through the radio, sounding relieved as Voight pulled Powell back to the roof, “Repeat...bomb dismantled.”

“Plan failed.”

Powell got into Voight’s face, “Actually, I think it was a pretty good day.”

That set Voight off and he let go of Powell to punch him. He lifted Powell from the ground and gave him to Halstead to have him handcuffed.

***

Knowing that they were in for quite a night after their arrest, Intelligence filtered back into the waiting room to await the news of the operation on Burgess’s niece. The family who had decided to donate their deceased daughter’s liver to Burgess's niece, joined them.

They all patiently waited, watching as more people were being brought in by the firefighters who helped. When Severide came in with Javier they both came to stay and wait, Severide next to Lindsay and Javier behind Burgess and next to Katie.

The operating doctor then came into the waiting room and everyone stood up as the surgeon addressed Burgess, “The operation went as well as could be expected. There’s, uh, good blood flow to the liver, and the other bleeding has stopped. She’s got a long road ahead of her, but, uh, it’s looking good.”

Burgess started sobbing at the news, being comforted by the sister of the liver donor.

***

“Hey,” Halstead said, later as he walked Katie to her car, “How are you holding up?”

“Fine,” Katie said, eyeing him as she ran a hand through her hair, “Just going to head home. I have someone waiting on me.”

Halstead nodded and shrugged, “Could use a drink though to take the edge off.”

“Yeah,” Katie murmured a woeful expression on her face, “I guess. But all this brings back things I don’t like to remember and if I go out drinking...well let’s just say it wouldn’t be good for me.” She paused and looked over at him solemnly. “I don’t know exactly what you experienced over there, but you’d tell me if something was making you think of Afghanistan, right?”

He looked at her wistfully, his eyes glancing to hers, “S-sure…”

Her smile was sad, “We’ve seen actual war, Jay. But we can’t let what happened over there make us bitter and resentful of the world.” She looked at the firefighters that were still searching amongst the rubble. “We have to look at a day like this, see all these firefighters, cops and doctors working together and remember that there is something good that can come out of tragedy.” She paused. “Otherwise, what were we fighting for?”

Jay put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a hug, which she returned, the sad smile still on her face.

“Goodnight Kate.”

She smiled at him for real as she got into her car, him shutting the door behind her as she started the car and rolled down the windows, “Goodnight Jay.”

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this we’ll defend

A/N: Here is another chapter! This one we’ll see interactions from many of our favorite One Chicago characters: Herrmann, Halstead and we’ll see the first sight of Javier Morales, OC Katie’s older brother. Enjoy!

“Nice work on the case today,” Alvin said to Katie as they all packed up for the night.

She shuffled the papers on her desk, unaware of the displeased look Halstead had on his face. They’d been working for a month now and he still hadn’t warmed. Katie wondered if it was because he was a military man, she had met a few just like that.

“You comin’ to Molly’s tonight,” Antonio asked her as he grabbed his jacket from behind his chair, “I’m buying.”

From the corner of her eye, Katie could see Halstead stiffen when Antonio mentioned her coming with them. He had been cold to her all day, for some reason she didn’t know.

Feeling a little spiteful towards the soldier, she put on a smile as she looked up at Antonio, “If you're buying, then why the hell not? Let’s do it.”

That was how she ended up walking through the door to 1925 West Wolcott, the big letters reading, “Molly’s” at the front with Halstead—looking furious—in front of her.

“Hey!” A man from the bar said when he caught sight of Antonio. Katie looked and spotted Christopher Herrmann, one of her brother, Javier’s co-workers. “Look what the cat dragged in—” Antonio did that bro handshake thing with the bartender—“Antonio, Jay, how ya doing?”

“Good Herrmann,” Antonio said back with a grin at the bartender. He motioned for Katie to come stand next to him and she obliged, throwing his arm across her shoulders, “Herrmann this is Katie, she’s intelligence’s new detective.”

“Of course,” Herrmann said warmly, “I will always remember Javi’s little sister.”

“It’s good to see you again, Herrmann,” Katie replied to the man with a smile, “Hope Javi is behaving himself or I just might have to smack him upside the head.”

“Don’t listen to her, Herrmann,” said a voice from Katie’s right. The attention was then focused on a man with dark hair, olive skin and brown eyes like Katie’s, “she’s all talk.”

Katie then proceeded to smack him playfully upside the head, “Don’t pick on me.”

“You’re my little sister,” the man said, “That’s my job.”

Katie chuckled then turned to her coworkers, “This is my brother, Javi.”

“I’ve met you all already,” Javi said, “Nice to see you again, Antonio. Jay. Erin.”

“Now I know who the crazy little sister is that you're always talking about,” Antonio said playfully to the firefighter, “She did well today...you know for a newbie.”

“Good,” Javi said, jokingly, “That means she’s not embarrassing the family name.”

“Rude,” Katie said, “Both of you.”

Javi and Antonio both laughed as Hermann turned back to Katie, “So what’s Javi’s kid sister drinking, tonight?”

“Bourbon,” Katie said, rolling her eyes at the “kid sister” comment.

As soon as Herrmann poured her the drink, she grabbed it and took a swig of it, the alcohol burning down her throat.

She then noticed that everyone had scattered. Antonio was talking to Javier and his sister, Gabby. Erin was talking to Otis and Cruz (two other firefighters at 51) and Halstead was sitting alone at a table nursing his beer.

Occasionally, Katie would notice him look over at her with a disgruntled expression, as if he was annoyed that she had the nerve to come hang out with everybody.

After finishing her bourbon and asking Herrmann for a beer, she took the bottle and made her way over to him.

She pretty much slammed her bottle down on the table and plopped herself down in the seat in front of Halstead, “What the hell is your problem?”

“Huh,” Halstead looked at her like a deer in headlights.

“You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder the entire time I've been in Intelligence,” Katie demanded, “You’re acting like I'm constantly pissing in your coffee. So what’s your deal?”

Halstead stuttered on his words, seeming startled by Katie’s assertiveness.

“I mean it can’t be the fact that I’m a woman,” Katie continued, masking her anger with a stoic expression, “Because you get along with Jules and Erin just fine. So what, exactly, is your problem with me?”

Halstead seemed to regain himself, “I guess I’m questioning your credentials for being put in an elite unit. Most of us have either been on the job longer and have actually gotten shot on the job to earn our position.”

Katie’s expression changed to understanding then to exasperation, “Oh, I get it now. Your problem is that I’m the daughter of the Chief of Detectives. That I know people in the department.”

Katie took a long drink of her beer. “I’m sorry I don’t go parading about the fact that I was in the military or that I’ve been shot at more times than I can count. It doesn’t mean, soldier, that I don’t deserve to be in intelligence.”

“You were in the military?” Halstead shook his head in disbelief.

She didn’t answer and just took another swig of beer with a scoff. “Afghanistan or Iraq?”

“What?”

“Afghanistan or Iraq,” Katie repeated, “I already know you were military. Your body language gives you away. So...I’ll ask you again. Afghanistan or Iraq?”

“Afghanistan,” Halstead said softly, “Army Rangers 3rd Battalion.”

“I am an American Soldier,” Katie said, “I am a Warrior and a member of a team. I serve the people of the United States, and live the Army Values. I will always place the mission first. I will never accept defeat. I will never quit. I will never leave a fallen comrade. I am disciplined, physically and mentally tough, trained and proficient in my warrior tasks and drills. I always maintain my arms, my equipment and myself. I am an expert and I am a professional. I stand ready to deploy, engage, and destroy the enemies of the United States of America, in close combat. I am a guardian of freedom and the American way of life. I am an American Soldier.”

“The Army Creed,” Halstead said.

“So,” Katie said finally, finishing her beer, “Next time you think that I haven’t worked my ass off to get into intelligence just remember that I was a soldier too. I took an oath...just like you. I’ve been stabbed and shot at both as a soldier and officer. I watched friends that I love die right in front of me. Seen war and death. Yes, my dad is a chief, but I worked my ass off everyday so people could see me as an officer on my own, not just as Chief Morales’s brat.”

Katie slammed a few dollars on the table, “Tell Herrmann thanks for the drinks, but I have to go.”

And with that, she jumped off her chair, swung her purse over her shoulder, put on her jacket and made her way out of the bar, Halstead’s eyes following her every move.

“You’re screwed,” Halstead heard Javier say from next to him. Javier had watched his sister as she left, looking pissed.

“What?” Halstead looked at the firefighter.

“You’re screwed,” Javier said again, “You pissed off my sister and now you’re screwed. What did you do?”

Halstead sucked in a breath, wincing, “I may have implied that she had your dad pull strings to get her into intelligence.”

Javier’s eyes narrowed. “Gabby was right,” he said, “You can be a bit of an idiot.”

“Hey,” Halstead lifted his hands up defensively, “Your dad’s the Chief of Detectives. It was a fair assumption.”

“Man,” Javier said with an amused smile, clapping a hand on Halstead’s back, “Don’t try to justify it. Just apologize and hope she forgives you.”

“And if she doesn’t,” Halstead asked.

“Make sure you wear your Kevlar,” Javi chuckled, patting him again on the back and joining back with his coworkers.

***

The next day, Halstead was lucky to be only the second one to arrive in the unit after Katie.

She was in the break room, pouring herself a cup of coffee and dropping enough creamer in it to make it the color of milk.

Casually, he walked into the room and grabbed a mug from the rack. He put his mug out for her, nonverbally asking her to pour some for him.

She lifted her eyebrows, took a sip of her coffee, then grabbed the coffeepot and poured the hot liquid into his mug.

For a minute they both stood in silence, sipping from their coffee mugs, avoiding eye contact.

“I’m sorry,” Jay finally said to her.

Her eyebrows raised again as she sipped her coffee again, smirking.

“I never should have implied that your dad or your connections pulled strings for you,” he continued, putting his mug on the counter next to him, “If Voight thinks that you’d be a good fit for the unit then I should respect that. I should believe that.”

Katie put the mug down before replying, “Not bad as far as apologies go.”

She chuckled, picked up her mug and started walking away from him.

“This We’ll Defend,” Jay said before she got to the doorway.

She turned around to face him as he spoke again, “Afghanistan or Iraq?”

After a beat she replied, “Afghanistan. 82nd Airborne Division, 3rd Brigade Combat Team. I was a medic with the 73rd Cavalry Regiment, 5th Squadron.”

“It’s gonna be an honor working with you,” Jay said, holding out his hand for her to shake.

Katie smiled and shook his hand, “Back at you soldier. Hoo-ah!”

Jay cracked a smile as Katie turned on her heels and left the room to go to her desk.

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meeting the unit

A/N: This is the first of the many chapters for my new fic “Partners” which is a Jay Halstead x OC fic. The chapters will be written out of order so I will be posting a masterlist later to have you keep up with it! It will have lots of other info on it! Enjoy!

Sergeant Trudy Platt finished reading the sports pages of her newspaper when a woman walked in.

“‘Ey there she is,” Platt greeted the brunette woman. Platt hadn’t seen her since she was a teenager, but had been following her success in the department.

“Hey Trudy,” the girl greeted the Sergeant warmly. “Hope everything’s going well.”

“It is,” the Sergeant said with an almost smile at the brunette, “Congratulations on Intelligence. The scanner’s all up and ready for you.”

“Awesome, thanks,” the woman said with a send-off wave, walked up to the door, put the code and her hand in the scanner before making her way up to the unit.

Once she reached the top of the stairs, she spotted Voight at the end of the room in front of his office. They locked eyes and Voight smiled. He gestured for her to join him in his office and she agreed, making her way through the rows of desks.

Once Voight re-entered his office and closed the door behind him, he turned to the woman and smiled. “Katie,” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders.

“Uncle Hank,” Katie said, going in for the hug, she hadn’t seen him for a few years since she started at the academy, but was happy when she heard from her previous sergeant that she was requested for Intelligence.

“It’s Sergeant now, kiddo,” Voight smiled as they sat down to talk quickly.

***

Back out in the bullpen, Dawson and Halstead were just reaching the top of the stairs deep in conversation.

“We’re getting an add-on in intelligence,” Halstead said as they reached their desks.

“That’s what I heard,” Dawson replied, sitting on the table top, “Word is Voight requested this Detective specifically for intelligence.”

“So I have to go undercover and get shot in order to move into intelligence,” Halstead said, “While this Detective got an easy in. I hope he’s not hideous.”

As he said this Lindsay reached the top of the stairs and Voight exited his office with the new Detective on his heels.

Voight looked at his team for a second. “I wanted to make introductions once Olinsky—”

“I’m here,” Olinsky rolled his chair into Voight’s line of sight, shrugging during the awkward silence that followed.

The Detective behind Voight was clearly trying not to laugh at what just happened, and she seemed to regain her composure enough to finally look over her new co-workers.

“Everyone,” Voight got everyone’s attention, “This is Detective Katie Morales. She’s our new team member. Treat her well. Olinsky, you and her are going to be partners.”

Voight walked back into his office as Halstead finally got a good look at the Detective.

She was of average height, probably about the same as Lindsay with medium length dark hair, olive skin and round brown eyes. Behind her eyes was something Halstead knew well, it showed someone who had seen war, he only saw that in the eyes of other soldiers.

That wasn’t the most interesting thing about her though. It was what Voight said her last name was. Morales. Why did that sound familiar?

“Morales?” The question came from Dawson whose face was scrunched up in thought, “As in—”

“Alex Morales,” the woman finished quickly, suddenly shrinking into herself as if she was trying to make herself smaller, “Yeah. My dad’s the Chief of Detectives.”

“I think I know your brother,” Dawson continued.

“Which one?” The woman didn’t sound as if she was joking. “I have three of them. ASA, Firefighter or Detective?”

“Okay wow,” Dawson said, looking down at the floor, “I’ve met all of them, but I think the firefighter works with my sister down at Firehouse 51.”

“Oh yeah, Javier,” Katie said instantly, “He works on Truck 81. What was your name again?”

“Dawson,” he said, putting his hand out to shake, “Antonio Dawson.”

“Nice to meet you,” she said.

“This is Jules Wilhite. That’s Jay Halstead,” said Antonio, pointing to his partner and then to the soldier, “And—”

“Alvin Olinsky,” Morales said happily as she and the Detective hugged, “Him and my dad are old friends.”

She then turned to Lindsay and smiled. “Erin Lindsay,” she said, going over to hug one of the only other women in the unit, “It’s been a minute and a half.”

“Definitely,” Lindsay replied with the same enthusiasm, “It’ll be nice to have another female on the team.”

On the opposite end of the spectrum, Halstead was not so sure about this woman. She obviously had connections and her father was the freakin Chief of Detectives. How could she have possibly gotten into the unit unless her father pulled strings?

“Nice to meet you, Halstead,” she had said, friendly enough. He nodded as politely as he could as he shook her hand.

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Partners: Master List

Jay Halstead x Female OC

Synopsis: The Morales family is Chicago Police Royalty which Katie Morales knows all too well as the youngest and only daughter of the Bureau Chief of Detectives, the younger sister of a decorated detective and the granddaughter of a former CPD Superintendent. A former Afghan Vet, she joins her old family friend, Hank Voight’s unit and meets Jay Halstead, a man she didn’t know would change her life.

Summary: Canon-Divergent, Eventual Hailey Upton x OC, Eventual Kevin Atwater x OC

AN 1: Shout out to @uncpanda​​ and @winterscaptain​ for giving the idea of the formatting for this series. Be sure to check out both of their amazing Criminal Minds series The Ties That Bind (Aaron Hotchner x Reader) and A Joyful Future (Aaron Hotchner x Reader)!

AN 2: As such this fic will be written out of order and the OC already has a name and backstory. I’m also gonna be putting down the characters as you see them—eventually going through all the characters.

AN 3: I will not be doing every episode of the series. Anything currently listed is planned. More will be added later.

AN 4: Because the show crosses over a lot with Chicago Med & Chicago Fire I will be posting chapters from those shows under the appropriate season it falls under with CF (Chicago Fire); CM (Chicago Med); SVU (Law & Order: SVU). During CF episodes, some may be focused on the main OC but some may be focused on her older brother who is a firefighter with Firehouse 51.

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8 Letters - Why Don’t We

Be Your Everything — Boys Like Girls

Can’t Fight the Moonlight — LeAnn Rimes

Colourblind — Ed Sheeran

Fallin’ For You — Colbie Caillat

Fearless (Taylor’s Version) — Taylor Swift

I’ll Be — Edwin McCain

In Case You Didn’t Know — Brett Young

Not a Bad Thing — Justin Timberlake

On My Way (Marry Me) — Jennifer Lopez

Rest of Your Life — David J

Sparks Fly (Taylor’s Version) — Taylor Swift

Start of Something Good — Daughtry

Steal the Show — Lauv

Wanted — Hunter Hayes

Morales Family

Aimee Carrero as Detective Katie Morales

Michael Trevino as ASA Rafael Morales

Diego Luna as Detective Mateo Morales

Adam Rodriguez as Firefighter Javier Morales

Lynda Carter as Stephanie Morales

Tony Plana as Bureau Chief of Detectives Alexander Morales

Intelligence Unit

Jason Beghe as Sergeant Hank Voight

Elias Koteas as Detective Alvin Olinsky

Jon Seda as Detective Antonio Dawson

Jesse Lee Soffer as Detective Jay Halstead

Sophia Bush as Detective Erin Lindsay

Patrick John Flueger as Officer Adam Ruzek

LaRoyce Hawkins as Officer Kevin Atwater

Marina Squerciati as Officer Kim Burgess

Amy Morton as Desk Sergeant Trudy Platt

Graduation

CF: Professional Courtesy

CF: One Minute

CF: Hanging On

CF: Rear View Mirror

Meeting the Unit

This We’ll Defend

Stepping Stone

Wrong Side of the Bars

Chin Check

Now is Always Temporary

Conventions

A Material Witness

At Least it’s Justice

8:30 PM

Call it Macaroni

Get My Cigarettes

The Weigh Station

Chicken, Dynamite, Chainsaw

An Honest Woman

SVU: Chicago Crossover / They’ll Have to Go Through Me

Called in Dead / Shouldn’t Have Been Alone

Disco Bob

What Do You Do

What Puts You on That Ledge

Say Her Real Name

CF: We Called Her Jellybean / The Number of Rats / SVU: Daydream Believer

Life is Fluid

Actual Physical Violence

A Dead Kid, a Notebook and a Lot of Maybes

I’ll Be By Your Side Till the World Stops Spinning

CF: The Beating Heart / CM: Malignant / Now I’m God

Knocked The Family Right Out

Hit Me

SVU: Nationwide Manhunt / The Song of Gregory William Yates

The Cases that Need to be Solved

Forty-Caliber Bread Crumb

In a Duffel Bag

Start Digging

Made a Wrong Turn

All Cylinders Firing

A War Zone

300,000 Likes

Don’t Bury This Case

Family Affair

I Remember Her Now

CF: Deathtrap / Emotional Proximity / Fake

Little Bit of Light

Last Minute Resistance

Fagin

Army of One

Fork in the Road

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Doctor Voice

Fandom: Chicago Fire/One Chicago

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 444

Request: Hi! Could you write something about Kelly Severide dating a doctor at Chicago Med?

A/N: This is my first imagine so sorry if it sucks!

“You’re an idiot,” you said playfully to your boyfriend as he walked into the ED, holding his right arm in a sling.

“Aren’t you going to let me explain what happened before you start scolding me for it,” Kelly said in a whine to you. There was no real upset in his voice, in fact, he seemed to be enjoying himself.

“What stupid thing did he do now,” you addressed the question to Brett who was standing nearby, filling out paperwork.

You knew dating a firefighter was going to come with challenges. Especially if said firefighter has a habit of jumping into danger no matter the cost to himself.

“Hang on,” Kelly said with a small smirk before Brett could answer, “You don’t know that what I did was stupid. You don’t think it could’ve been heroic?”

You rolled your eyes as you tried to keep from smiling, “Don’t give me that Kelly Severide—” you started poking him lightly in the chest. “— I know you too well. Your actions might’ve been heroic, but I know they were also idiotic they usually go hand-in-hand.”

In the entire time you’ve known him (friends for three years and dating two), you learned how much Kelly cared about people enough to warrant putting himself in harm's way. Hell, Med should just give him frequent flyer miles and save everyone the trouble.

“He jumped out of the window,” Brett finally commented, “he was trying to save that five-year-old boy that came in with the second degree burns. His shoulder is probably dislocated.”

You have to put your hands on your hips, shaking your head at your boyfriend. He always found himself in the most ridiculous situations in the world.

“Maggie,” you said to the desk nurse. “Is there a room open for me to help my stupid reckless idiotic boyfriend?”

“Do you need a thesaurus too?” Maggie was smirking at you, and had obviously been eavesdropping. “I think there are probably more words you can use to describe him. Treatment one is free.“

You turned towards your boyfriend finally smiling at him and he gave you a sheepish expression, the kind he gave you whenever he was in trouble.

“Let’s go,” you finally said, putting on what Kelly called your ‘doctor voice’—a calm and firm tone that was successful in getting patients to sit down and listen without you having to raise your voice.

“Yes, Doctor Y/L/N,” Kelly said playfully with a chuckle. He obediently followed you to the room so you could reset his arm properly.

You sigh as you stare at your boyfriend. This man was gonna be the death of you no doubt.