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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(tw: mentions of firearms and sexual content)
Voight parks on a side street and the two of you get out of his car.
"Millennium Park?" You say, looking over at him as you two walk down the sidewalk.
" I figured since we're on this side of town." Hank says as he walks next to you, lacing his fingers with yours.
You two enter the crowded park and walk around for a bit. You both sit down on a bench that was across from The Bean.
"I was talking to Platt a few days ago. She said you can change the patch on your bulletproof from Patrol to Intelligence, if you wanted to." Hank says.
"That's fantastic. I wasn't worried about it, but I do think it'll make me look cooler." You say with a giggle.
Hank laughs and looks over at you.
"What?" You say raising a flirtatious eyebrow and looking back at him.
"Nothing." Hank says with a rebuttal smirk.
Hank's phone starts to ring and he pulls it out of his pocket. He stands up and walks away from you, answering the call.
You look over at him. His facial expression changes from happy to annoyed within a few seconds. He pulls the phone away from his ear and walks back over to you.
"You'll never believe this." Hank says.
"We've got a case?" You say, raising an eyebrow.
"And a scene to check out." Hank says as you stand up and the two of you walk back to his car.
"y/n can you call Antonio and tell him to let everyone know?" Hank says as he buckles his seat belt and pulls out of the parking spot.
You pull your phone out of your pocket and dial Antonio's number.
"Hello Ms.y/l/n." Antonio says as he answers the phone.
"Hey A, Voight just called and said we've got a case. 124 North Fraiser." You say.
"I'll let the team know. Thanks." Antonio says and then hangs up the phone.
You set the phone down and sit back into the seat. Hank slides his hand onto your leg and shoots you a look of reassurance.
Once Hank pulls off the side street, he flips on the lights and speeds through traffic. He has one hand on the steering wheel, weaving in between cars and runs a red light.
You look over at him with a sly look on your face. Hank's eyes dart over at you and then back on the road. He smirks slightly and sits back into the seat.
Within a few minutes you arrive at the scene. You both get out of the car and Hank walks up to the on scene patrol officers. You walk over and talk to a Forensic technician.
