What I Need- a Hank Voight Chicago PD fanfiction

Echoed

Rodney jogged to catch up with Lana as they headed in to the next class. He had called out for her to wait up but she must not have heard him.

"Hey! You ready for some more self defense?" He did a mock karate move, but her smile came a half beat late.

"Oh, yeah, it should be fun. Hey," she put a hand out, stopping him, "I was actually wondering..."

Rodney's grin sharpened, completely prepared to tell her he was free after shift.

"Could we try a little more force today? I think the girls could benefit from seeing a little more realism in the defenses."

Lana watched Rodney's expression fall. "Oh, Do you really think that's necessary?"

Lana just blinked at him, and he shrugged, "I mean, we need something a sixteen year old can do with her purse. We're not teaching MMA."

Lana swallowed her flash of anger. She was irritable to begin with, she didn't want to over-react. "Well, are we going to teach them self defense or pretend self defense, because only one is actually going to make a difference."

Some of her fire slipped into her eyes, and Rodney held up his hands, "Ok sure, whatever you want."

Lana forced a smile. "Thanks."

She turned, stopping short of running into Voight at the door of the gym, and scooted by him. She needed to clear her head and get ready for this class.

The girls were gathered inside and Lana greeted them. Some were practicing the moves from yesterday. Most were just chatting as they waited but they quieted when they saw her.

"Hey, welcome back. My partners are gonna be out in a second, and we'll start going through some things."

She heard Rodney coming up beside her and she made room for him. He meant well and he really was great with the class. Maybe she shouldn't be so annoyed.

"So first, we-"

Her words were cut short by a hand closed over her mouth. She was jerked back, knocked against a hard body. A flash of warm cedar hit her senses and she recognized it.

Voight.

He twisted, fast enough she could have barely reacted even if she had wanted to, but she let him take her down. Her stomach lurched as she fell, fingers clawing at the arm around her throat.

He didn't slow her fall, but his right arm hooked behind her, forearm catching the back of her head before it met the ground.

So rough but still so careful.

His left hand was at her throat, pressing hard against her collarbone, forcing her into the mat.

"You know what she wasn't?" Voight looked at a wide- eyed class as he loomed over her. "Prepared. Yesterday you learned how to spot your attackers. To be prepared. But sometimes, you won't be."

He looked down at her, expression stern and just a little smug. "Today we learn how to defend against that."

Lana threw an arm against his elbow joint, brought a knee up as it buckled and forced him off of her as she rolled free.

She hopped to her feet, giving Voight a hand up that he took without complaint. Rodney still looked a bit stunned.

He wasn't the only one.

The class hadn't been expecting this.

Voight looked around, noted the sudden uncertainty, even fear in their eyes. They had grown confident yesterday just to witness how easily she could be taken down.