(tw: mentions of gangs, guns, solicitation and death)
"We'll figure this out. It just might take a while." You say, sitting back in the seat and looking out the window.
"Call Kim and see if they have any leads from Med." Al says.
You pull your phone out of your pocket and unlock it. A message from Hank flashes across the screen.
"if you put an angry sadist and a submissive masochist in the same room, what do you get?"
You text back;
"What?"
Voight replies in seconds.
"You and I last night."
You try to hold back your laughter but a giggle squeeks out. Al looks over at you.
"What?" He asks.
"Oh, nothing." You say, putting the phone up to your ear and calling Kim.
"Burgess." Kim says.
"Hey Kim, Al and I just left the club and they aren't budging on info. Did you two get anything from Resite?" You say.
"Resite said he was with some friends. Jay is running him through the database now. Antonio and I are almost back at 21." Kim says.
"Al and I are on our way back right now. Thanks." You say, pulling the phone away from your ear and ending the call.
Al pulls into the district and parks the car. Both of you get out and walk upstairs, into the bullpen.
You walk over to your desk and sit down. Kim and Antonio appear a few seconds later. Voight emerges from his office and scans the room.
"y/n, what'd you get from the club?" Hank asks.
"Absolutely nothing. House mom told me that Resite comes in often, gets a little handsey and then leaves." You say, sitting back in your chair.
Hank raises an eyebrow.
"A house mom is–" Kim starts to explain, before Hank cuts her off.
"I know what it is." He says.
"I ran him through DB and found out he was busted a few months back on drug possession. I called his parole officer and she said he's been staying out of trouble." Jay says.
"If he has priors with possession then I wouldn't be surprised if he had another run in. I've heard about some clubs running underground operations." You say.
"A few years back we busted a club that had a heroin operation." Antonio says, looking over at Al and smirking.
"That was some crazy shit." Al says under his breath.
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Chicago Intelligence (reader X Hank Voight)
Fanfictiony/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...