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: NSFW, mentions of guns, & language)
"Hank, I needed you too. I'm glad we have each other." You say, grabbing his hand.
Hank softly smiles as he turns into the apartment building parking lot. He parks the car and both of you get out.
Both of you walk inside and get into the elevator. Hank presses the button for your floor and the doors close. The elevator dings and the two of you step into the hallway. You walk to your door and unlock it.
"I think you should stay." You say as you open the door.
"I think I should go home." Hank says as he pulls you into a hug and kisses the top of your head. He pulls out of the hug and lifts his hand to your face, rubbing his thumb against your cheek.
"I love you." Hank says as he looks into your eyes.
You smile.
Hank drops his hand from your face and walks down the hallway. You stand in the doorway and watch him get onto the elevator.
You walk inside and close the door behind you. You walk down the hallway and into your bedroom.
Changing into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, you lay down in your bed. You pick up your phone and open the text conversation between you and Voight.
You read through your past conversations and giggle.
A few minutes pass and a knock at the door interrupts you.
You get up and walk out of your room. You grab your pistol and walk over to the door, looking through the peephole and see a shorter woman with shoulder length brown hair with blonde highlights.
You unlock the door and open it abruptly.
"Erin, what the fuck are you doing here?" You say.
"I just want to talk." Erin says, looking down at the loaded pistol in your hand, aimed at the ground.
"No, thanks. How did you find out where I live?" You ask in a flustered tone as you slide the Glock into the waistband of your sweatpants.
"That's not important." Erin stops for a second. "You think you can replace Camille?" Erin asks.
"I don't think–" Erin cuts you off.
"No. You won't replace her. Camille and Hank raised me and you decided to get in the way of Hank and I's relationship." Erin says, her voice was getting louder.
"I don't need this." You say as you step back and start to close the door. Erin slides her foot in between the door and the door jamb.
"I'll call Hank right now and tell him to end things with you. He doesn't love you." Erin says as she pulls her phone out of her pocket and dials Hank's number. You pull the door open and fold your arms.
