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.
I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY CHARA...
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(tw: drinking, sexual content)
You stand up and pull your bag out from underneath the desk. Setting it on your desk, you look up.
"y/n, I'm heading over to Molly's with a few people from CFD, if you want to come?" Antonio says as he walks over to you.
"Sorry, Antonio. I just got some stuff at home to catch up with. Maybe next time?" You say as you put a few things into your bag.
"Okay, next time." He says as he runs his hand down your arm.
You smile at him as he walks down the stairs.
The room had mostly cleared out; It was only you, Al, and Voight.
Voight walks out of his office and stands in the doorway, looking over at Al and then at you.
"Both of you, my office." Hank says as he turns around walks back into his office.
You and Al get up and walk into his office, not looking at each other.
"Yes, Sir?" You say as you close the door behind you and sit down next to Olinksy.
"I'm going to have y/n switch partners." Hank says, looking at Al.
"You're rolling with Al from now on." He says, looking over at you and then back at Al.
"No, I don't accept that." You say, sitting back in the chair.
"Excuse me?" Hank says, looking over at you.
"You heard me." You say, flaring your eyebrow.
"It's my unit." Hank says, leaning forward.
"y/n if that's what he wants." Al says, looking over at you and traces his moustache.
"That's all. You're free to go." Hank says, folding his hands in his lap.
Al stands up and walks out of the office.
You lean forward in the chair and rest your arms against Hank's desk. His eyes run down your body.
You stand up and start to walk out of the door.
"Are you ready to go?" Hank murmurs.
You turn around and lean against the door jamb.
"No." You say.
"Oh really?" Hank says as he sits back in his desk chair and winks at you.
You grab your bag off your desk, put on your jacket and walk back into his office.
"Now I am." You say.
Hank stands up and walks over to you. He kisses you softly on the lips and then pulls away. You bite down on your bottom lip and he slides his hand around your side and walks with you out to his car.
