Listen to Her || A Chicago P.D. Fanfiction

22

Monday
He watches her car pull into the personal parking lot while sitting in his own vehicle, silence surrounding him. His car is shut off, but he looks at the radio's clock before going back to watching the sniper. "7:35." He softly tells himself aloud, mentally marking the time as she opens her door to get out of her car. Not wanting to miss her, he grabs his orange, which is his breakfast, and puts it in his right jacket pocket, getting out of his vehicle after. He keeps an eye on Rodriguez the entire time, watching her lock her vehicle with the key fob before starting to walk towards the front of the station, work bags slung on both shoulders; her pace of walk is calm, her outfit casual but suiting her oh so well, her lips coated with a thin layer of tinted chapstick, and her long straight brunette hair follows the slight bounce in her steps:

He knows very well she's beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She's beautiful for the way she thinks. She's beautiful for that sparkle in her eyes when she talks about something she loves. She's beautiful for her ability to make other people smile even when she's sad. No, she isn't beautiful for as something as temporary as her looks. She's beautiful, deep down to her soul. Deciding to make himself known, he smoothly catches up to her and greets the young woman from behind. "Good morning, buttercup." He says softly, watching her turn around to face him. "Good morning, Al. How're you doing today?" She asks him with a smile, a smile that takes his breath away every single time it appears, no matter the occasion, giving the man tunnel vision for her solely. "I'm good, how are you?" He asks her with a small smile, returning the hug she's giving him. "I'm good, back to my 100%. Wow, you're so warm." She tells him the last part shyly, still hugging him. "Let's walk together." He tells her with a small smile, keeping his right arm around her waist, Danielle not arguing as they start walking together, holding her bags in her hands now so she has more room to walk next to Al. "Hey, you're wearing a beanie today?" She asks him once they're both inside of the building, stopping Alvin at the bottom of the four stairs leading into the lobby, him letting go of her as she moves in front of and to be to be looking at him. "Thank you for noticing." He tells her with a smirk, faking a hair flip, watching a small smile makes its way to her lips. "It looks good on you. Not saying your usual hat doesn't, but changing it up a bit is always nice." She tells him. "I'll make sure to wear this beanie more often." Al softly tells her, earning a laugh from her. He gestures for her to go up the stairs first, Trudy hearing footsteps and looking up, finding Olinsky and Rodriguez walking to the Intelligence stairs together, softly chatting away with little smiles. "Good morning." Platt tells them both, watching the two detectives turn a bit, looking at her. "Morning, Trudy." Danielle says with a smile and a wave before scanning her palm and opening the gate door for her and Al. "Hey." Al tells Trudy almost in a rushed tone, raising his eyebrows once as a greeting before following Danielle up to Intelligence, their happy chatter becoming distant to the desk Sargent. "Have you thought about it?" Al asks Danielle softly as the two make their way to the locker room so she can put her bags away. "About what?" She asks him, brows furrowing the slightest bit as she opens her locker door, fixing her bags in the locker so they fit comfortably. "About Friday night." Al answers, moving to be standing close to her. He watches her naturally rosy cheeks turn more red, giving him the answer to his question. "Yeah." Danielle says softly, so softly Al almost misses it. "How are the hickeys doing?" He asks in amusement as the sniper's cheeks put a tomato's color to shame. "They're good, still there." She answers softly, looking up at Al. "Oh, so you think of that night often, huh?" He smugly asks, Danielle laughing a bit before nodding. "Do you think about Friday?" She asks him. "Oh definitely. I can't get over how desperate you sounded and looked when I was inside of you." He answers softly, the sniper looking away from him for a moment as her face grows warm again. "Wow, I didn't think I could make you blush so much in less than 5 minutes." Olinsky teases with a small smile. "Is someone in here?" Adam asks loudly, Al and Danielle freezing in place, looking at each other. "Me, I just got here." Danielle answers Adam as his footsteps grow louder, sensing him walking into the locker room. "Hey, Rodriguez. Good morning." Adam says with a smile as he puts his jacket in his locker which is near the door. "Good morning." She tells him, still looking at Alvin who has stayed quiet. Ruzek walks over to Danielle's locker, finding her and Olinsky standing together. "What am I? Chopped liver?" Al asks Adam, startling the detective. "Jesus, Al, you scared me! You gotta stop that." Ruzek says, Al chuckling a bit. "It comes with being a cop." Al jokes, Ruzek and Rodriguez laughing a bit as they hug each other. Adam looks between his two team members, remembering the joke his mentor told the sniper on Saturday. About to subtly try something, a voice interrupts. "Yo, Ruz, you here yet?" Kevin's voice asks as he walks into the locker room. "Kevin!" Danielle says happily, excusing herself from Adam and walking to Atwater who's approaching his locker. "Hey, girl." Kevin says with a smile, both giving each other a one arm hug. "Hey, Al. I didn't know you were here, too." Kevin says, greeting Al. "Right? He's like a ninja." Adam says, doing a flamingo kick stance, Kevin happily returning it as they both start making sound affects before jumping and kicking the air. "I don't know about you, but I'm getting outta here before I get kicked unintentionally." Danielle tells Olinsky who smiles slightly before she swiftly walks around Kevin and Adam then right out of the locker room. As she makes her way to the office area of Intelligence, someone bumps into her, the sniper being met with a steaming hot substance on her hoodie. She inhales sharply, pinching the fabric with her thumb and pointer finger of her right hand of her front soaked hoodie away from her body. "What was that?" Hank asks loud enough for Danielle, Jay, Mouse, and Antonio to hear, the Sargent having heard something splatter. "Oh come on, I had just bought that coffee!" A woman's voice says in annoyance, the sniper looking up, eyes landing on a petite blonde woman in a patrol uniform. The 20 year old feels the now cold coffee not only on her hoodie but her pants as well, noticing the brown liquid has splattered on the white tip of her shoes. "Hey, you good?" Jay asks Danielle who stands still, not saying a peep as she stays looking at Taylor McClain. "You should probably go get some paper towels." Taylor tells Danielle with a big taunting smirk, one that the sniper hates with a passion the second she sees it on Taylor's face, knowing it's the same one the people who bullied her in high school used to give her. Not willing to tolerate this type of behavior towards Danielle, especially from a badge bunny, Hank walks up to her and stands beside her, facing McClain. "What are you doing up here?" He asks the officer. "My locker is up here. Platt just told me." Taylor says with a big smile. "It's not." Hank tells her. Everyone watches in silence, Al, Kevin, and Adam standing behind Danielle but in the hallway. "But Platt-" "That's Sargent Platt to you. This is my Unit, I have my rules, and like I just said, your locker is not up here. I signed a paper to have you downstairs at all times, your locker is downstairs, you work under her. Unless I request your presence, you are to be downstairs every single day you come into work. Do I make myself clear?" Hank asks the blonde woman in a low voice, his tone letting Taylor know she is to never cross his authority. "Yeah." She answers, seeing herself downstairs. She's expecting one of the Intelligence members to stop her, to ask her to stay, to try and reason with Voight, but no one does, every member of the unit wishing the patrol officer would leave faster.