Chicago P.D. [x Reader]

☞Forbidden Attraction

A/N: Y/N appears in my newest Jay Halstead imagine as a side character! Kinda needed her to get a point across! Check it out <3 It's called The Freeing Bliss of Adrenaline.

"What do you think happened?" Adam nudged Kevin under the table. The bigger man just scowled before shutting him down. "Don't know, don't care."

"Harsh." Ruzek muttered and leaned back.

When their sergeant walked into the room they didn't expect to see you waltz in behind him without a care in the world. Usually, when people are promoted to intelligence, they fear the mastermind behind it.

You don't.

And Hank Voight knows it.

He stuffed your first encounter at a cop bar far back into his mind until it became a subject to his subconscious. Your red dress and pretty heels still lingered in his mind no matter how much he tried to prevent it.

Especially since you didn't fear to greet him at the district to remind him.

"This is Y/N Y/LN." He announced with a lump in his throat. You stepping forward to stand by his side, your hip brushing against his rigid body was the cause of it. "She came in highly recommended for a promotion."

"I used to be in special operations," You piped in cheerfully.

"SWAT or crisis negotiators?" Jay asked, an eyebrow raised, and muscled arms folded over.

"Crisis. People tell me I have a special way with words," You say, stealing a glance at Hank.

He swallowed. "Briefing in 10."

And with that he left you in the wind.

Smiling, you turned to Jay. "So... Where's my desk?"

Jay showed you around with doe eyes.

"20 bucks they end up together." Adam appeared at Kevin's side once again.

Kevin snorted, "You're kidding right? She's like 20 years younger than him."

"And I bet that's what he's into." Ruzek's grin widened by a mile.

Kevin eyed his extended hand and took it. "Deal."

***

It took a few days to get used to the new lifestyle. It wasn't easy by any means but from what you've heard it should have been even harder for you to start off.

You knock on Hank's door to talk to him about it. "Sergeant Voight. Can I talk to you for a moment?"

He raised his head to look at you. And while he looked as collected as ever, he was far from that. He watched as your figure set itself into one of the chairs with ease he grew very fond of. Your legs...

He didn't even want to think about that.

"Is there a problem Y/LN?"

"No," You drawled. "But I have a feeling there is supposed to be one."

Hank looked at you. He was confused of course; you had his mind in a daze whenever you were around him.

You crossed your leg over the other and continued, "I mean, I expected it to be worse than when I first came to special operations, but it's not. This has been a jolly ride and I-"

Your mouth stopped. It was like cold water was splashed all over you and brought your mind straight to realization. "You!"

"Excuse me?"

You scoffed, not quite believing that sexual attraction was what got him to go easy on you. "I can't believe it. You are going easy on me!"

Voight sighed through his nose. No matter how much he wanted to yell you out of the room, the man couldn't find a trace of annoyance or irritation toward you.

If anything he found your words to be...truthful.

"You want me to be hard on you?"

Your eyes widened, "Well I don't mean literally..."

Flustered.

You were flustered. Finally, he saw you in a way not a lot of people did.

As much as he loved the thought of working by your side and having the ability to bring out blush to your cheeks the age difference dotted over him like a dark cloud.

He furrowed his brows, suddenly sulked. The change of temperature brought out your curiosity. It piped your interest.

"Voight?" He ignored you.

"Hank!"

The use of his name didn't feel foreign whatsoever. You had called him that before, under much difference circumstances yes, but that hadn't mattered at that moment.

The glare did.

"What's going on with you?" You asked him carefully. "You aren't usually like this."

And he knew you knew that.

"You. That's what's happening." He said lowly.

You only narrowed your eyes at him, "The tension is too much for you? I tho-"

"Not a word."

You were about to object when you realized why he said what he said. Sargent Platt strode into the office, pinning you into place with just her glare. It outmatched Voight's.

You sat silently in your chair.

"Is there a problem sergeant?" Voight asked her.

"You tell me Hank."

You cringed for him. You were quick to realize that he was in deep trouble.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

She mused, "Fine. Let me enlighten you."

"By all means."

She gave you a sideward glance of what looked like approval. "Your detectives are betting on your private life."

You almost asked what private life but stopped yourself relatively quickly by placing your fist to your mouth and coughing into it.

"And? What's the bet?"

"2 weeks for you and Y/LN to get together."

You chocked on your saliva and braced yourself by grabbing a hold of your chair. "Excuse me'"

"Don't play innocent with me. I know all about you two," She told you. "You forgot my husband's firehouse owns that bar."

Molly's?!

"That's not true," You gasped.

"Oh honey... It is," She almost brushed a hand against your shoulder in pity but decided against it. She opted for a blank face instead. "Don't let me down. I have 20 bucks on the bet."

"What'd you bet on?" Hank asked her instead and earned a glare from you.

"Isn't it obvious?" She scoffed before pointing a warning finger to you two. "Whatever you do, don't let me down."

And with that she strode right out.

"I-I should go." You mumbled, almost inaudibly.

"Stay," You watched him with doe eyes. Hank shrugged, choosing to let go of every prejudice at that moment.

You did stay and left his office.

Eventually.

Upon your exit the whole unit perked their ears.

Blushing cheeks, mussed hair and clothes in disarray... Adam took notice of all of that. His prior experience in romance made it all the easier for him to catch on to little details like that.

He caught Kevin's eyes, smirked and connected his thumb and forefinger into what looked like the famous "Pay me" gesture. "Easy money." he said and strode right out to catch you for details.