Danielle Rodriguez joins Chicago P.D.'s Intelligence Unit. After some time, Hank Voight takes a liking to her, but he isn't the only one. So, what happens when Voight wants to break his cardinal rule of no in-house romance?
A/N: The author does not...
A/N: The episode being used for this chapter is 'Thirty Balloons'.
Tuesday, 8:15 a.m. "When are we gonna spar?" Antonio asks Jay who's busy punching a punching bag in the small work out room being occupied by the Intelligence team this morning. "I don't like that look in your eye." Jay answers with a smirk before landing a few punches. "Nah, you're doing great- just keep dropping your left every time you throw your right cross, it'll be fun." Antonio coaches him, Jay smiling slightly as he stops landing hits, walking over to the bench Antonio is sitting on to grab his water bottle. They both drink their water in silence, looking around the room at their friends. "I like having this gym to ourselves, makes it feel comfortable." Jay comments, eyes landing on the sniper who's quietly lifting weights in one corner of the room, the spot she's in being hidden from the entrance. She sits alone, Bluetooth earbuds in her ears, hair pulled back into a low ponytail, wearing a black short sleeve shirt, black sweatpants, paired with black and white Nike Air Max shoes:
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The young woman had already been working out alone when he, Ruzek, Dawson, and Atwater met up in the gym together, none of them having noticed her at first until they heard soft huffs when she started landing punches to a bag, almost scaring the shit out of the four. "Hey, we're gonna hit the showers." Adam and Kevin inform Jay and Antonio who both nod. Ruzek and Atwater's movement catch Danielle's attention, so she checks for the time on her phone, seeing it's 8:17. Deciding to stop so she has time to freshen up, she stands up and walks over to the weights rack, placing the 65 pound weights she had been lifting back where they belong. Antonio's eyes follow her, impressed she got up to 65 when Atwater doesn't even go near the high number. He's more than sure she could've kept climbing the numbers on the weights, but being that Hank gave them all permission to be in the gym until 8:30, Antonio doesn't blame her for cutting her routine short. "Jazzercise is like a block south." Jay says to her as she walks over to him and Antonio, earbuds out of her ears, hands in her pants pockets. "Nice muscle tee." She says with a very slight smile. "This is perfectly acceptable attire for the gym." Jay sassily replies before finishing his water. "Yeah of course, absolutely, and the bonus is you don't have to change later when you break dance." Danielle says with a bigger smile, knowing she's won the sassy commentary contest for now. "Oh!" Antonio says with a smile, clearly rooting for her since Jay's 'humor' can get old quickly, the three laughing a bit. She subtly watches Antonio who is using his left hand to pat his right shoulder dry with a small towel, Jay starting to do the same. "See, he knows how to dress for the gym. You need to take notes." She tells Jay, gesturing to Dawson's black muscle shirt and black sweatpants. "And please tell me you're gonna shower." Antonio chimes in, he and Danielle high fiving each other as Antonio stands up from the bench. "Just for that, I might not." Jay jokingly says. "That's nasty." Dawson and Rodriguez say simultaneously, smiling at each other when Jay isn't looking. "Hopefully Kevin and Adam are done. I'm gonna go check. Meet you in this locker room, dude." Jay tells Antonio, pointing to the men's restrooms/locker room in the gym and excusing himself. "Is that Diego?" Danielle asks Antonio softly who looks up at her from having been leaned down to get his gym bag. He follows her eyes to where they're looking, finding her sight fixed on his right arm where he has a tattoo of his son's face as a baby with lettering below it. "Yeah, it is." He answers with a small smile walking closer to her and letting her look at it. "Awwww, it's so cute." She says happily as she runs her fingertips over the very elaborate artwork, not even thinking as she does. Antonio doesn't say anything, just looks at her as she's admiring his ink, noticing she seemed to not have broken a single sweat during her workout. The thought is short lived though because her gentle touch on his arm makes goosebumps rise on his skin, the 49 year old wondering if he'd scare her by flexing his arm muscles a bit to show off. "I have this one, too." He says, pointing to his left arm which has 3 pairs of solid black roman numerals tattooed on the inside of his bicep. "What do they stand for, if you don't mind me asking?" Danielle asks as she innocently grabs onto his left bicep, totally oblivious to how Dawson is reacting to her touches. "I don't mind at all. The first number is Diego's day of birth, the second one is Eva's, and the third is mine, so I can always remind myself that they keep me going." He answers, smiling a bit as Danielle runs her fingertips over the ink. "That's a really touching answer." She says softly with a smile. The sniper realizes that she's getting ahead of herself as she slowly stops feeling his bicep, hoping Antonio won't find it awkward that she was unintentionally doing so. She doesn't want to look at him in fear he'll see the embarrassment she feels. To him, it just looks like she's blushing though, Antonio doing everything in his power to keep cool as her eyes meet his. "Like what you see?" He asks with a small smirk, Danielle laughing a bit as she looks down at her shoes for a moment, pulling her hand away from his arm. "Oh definitely. Jay's arms have absolutely nothing on yours, Mr. Dawson. He's got noodle arms." She answers with a smile, the older detective about to say something but a voice chimes into their conversation. "What about my arms?" Jay asks as he, Kevin, and Adam make their way over to the two, the three showered and changed. "You have noodle arms." Danielle answers, walking backwards towards the women's restrooms/locker room, hands in her pockets, looking right at Jay. "She ain't lying." Kevin agrees, Adam and Antonio laughing at Jay's baffled facial expression. "You're all supposed to be on my side." Jay says with a laugh as he, Atwater, and Ruzek leave the gym, Antonio heading to the locker room to shower and change. ~10 minutes later~ The five are all upstairs now, including Al and Mouse who're at their desks, peeling a orange and eating it. "Where's Voight?" Antonio asks Al, stopping by Olinsky's desk. "He got called to a mini scene by a patrol officer." Al answers, watching Danielle walk to the locker room to put away her duffle bag. Her body spray lingers near him, intoxicating him as his brain floods with what he and Hank did to her a few nights ago. "He'll be right back though." Al adds as he stands up, noticing Antonio isn't paying attention to him anymore as he enters the break room for coffee. The 59 year old takes advantage and slips away to the locker room, finding Danielle about to exit just as he enters. "Hey, Al." She greets softly, a smile present on her lips. His eyes look over her outfit, knowing damn well what's underneath her clothes:
