y/n just graduated the police academy and applied to become an officer for the Chicago Police Department. After landing the job at the 21st precinct, you catch a glimpse of the sergeant of the Intelligence Unit.
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"Thank you." You say, walking over to him.
"No problem. If he shows up again, let me know." Hank says as he pulls you into a hug.
You walk into the kitchen and rest against the counter. Hank walks behind you and stands across from you.
"Hank, you remember the Croft case?" You say while looking down at the floor.
"Mhm?" Hank mumbles out.
"The trial is tomorrow morning and Ivory tower has asked me to testify. It would–" You say, before Hank cuts you off.
"I'll be there, so will the rest of the unit." Hank says, looking at you.
He walks over to you and slides his hand under your chin, pulling your face up to him.
"Don't worry. You'll do great." Hank whispers as he pulls you into a soft kiss, after a few seconds you pull away.
"I'm just worried about seeing Croft again." You say.
Hank grabs both your hands and squeezes them.
"Honey, don't worry about it." Hank says.
"Stay tonight?" You say with a pleading face.
"Okay." Hank says and smiles slightly.
You both walk down the hallway and into your bedroom. Hank sits down on the bed and you grab the T.V. remote off the bed-side table and turn it on. You turn off the lights and get into the bed next to Hank. You lay on his chest as you both drift off to sleep.
You wake up next to Hank, who was still sleeping. You slip out of the bed and go into the bathroom, starting to get ready.
You walk out of the bathroom, in just a shirt and underwear.
"Well that's a good thing to wake up to." Hank says, looking over your legs.
"Good Morning to you too. What should I wear?" You say with a slight giggle.
You go turn on the light and walk over to Hank who is still laying in bed. You grab the remote off the nightstand and turn off the T.V.
Hank slides his hand up the back of your leg and you look over at him.
"Don't start something you can't finish right now." You say with a sly look.
"We've got time. You don't have to be there until 8am anyways." Hank says, running his fingers down your leg.
"It's already 7:30." You say with a smirk.
Hank frowns and then giggles.
You put on a dark green formal jumper and a pair of black platform heels. Voight was standing behind you, buttoning his shirt and buckling his belt.
