Listen to Her || A Chicago P.D. Fanfiction

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A/N: A little bit of the ending of this chapter is from the ending of the episode 'Never Forget I Love You'. Dialogue from the episode will be in bold letters.

Friday
Danielle turns over in her bed with a sigh, checking her phone for the time, reading 6:30 a.m. Since she's already wide awake, she decides to start getting ready for work, gathering some clothes before going to her bathroom. She shivers when her feet touch the ice-cold tile, meaning it's freezing outside. 'Chicago weather, man. Can't believe it's cold during the Spring.' She thinks to herself. Her shower goes by quickly, the sniper getting dressed in the bathroom then walking to her room to be able to put on her shoes. She catches a glimpse of herself in her full length mirror, her eyes going straight to her shirt which she notices outlines her stomach pudge slightly. "No worries, I can change shirts." She tells herself, walking to her closet and pulling out a different long sleeve shirt. The sniper changes her shirt, looking into the mirror again, noticing the jeans seem to make her lower stomach area show more with this shirt she has on. "That's what these pants make me look like on the daily?" Danielle asks herself softly, feeling horrified. Growing very self-conscious, she quickly undresses and settles on a plain black hoodie and dark gray Dickie pants, finally happy that the slightly overly baggy clothing pieces hide her body. She puts on her Converse, ties them up, then leaves her room to go to the bathroom to do her hair. She plugs in her flat iron, but it doesn't turn on. "No, no. Come on." Danielle says softly, hoping it turns on but it doesn't. She tries another outlet, the flatiron still not turning on. Sighing sadly, she throws it away in the bathroom trash can and looks into the mirror. "Let's try a ponytail." She tells herself, picking up her hair and brushing it out. Before the 20 year old ties her hair, she sees how her cheeks look when her face isn't framed with her hair. She lets go of her hair, brushing it out again. Danielle tries a half up-half down hairstyle, face cringing at how flat it makes her hair seem. "Oh my God." She says in frustration, quickly taking out the hair tie from her hair and once again brushing it out. She does a quick and simple side braid to her right. Once deeming the hairstyle barely acceptable, she applies a light coat of mascara to her eyelashes then heads back to her room to put on her badge and gun holster while the makeup dries. When she's set, Danielle goes back to the bathroom, curls her eyelashes, then checks her phone for the time. 7:15. The sniper rushes to her living room, grabs her work bags and keys, then leaves her apartment after locking the door behind her. She walks out of her apartment building and to her car, putting her bags in the passenger seat then getting in the driver's seat. Taking the already usual route to work, she jams out all the way there to various Eminem songs, arriving at the station in 15 minutes. The sniper parks in the way back of the personal parking lot then shuts off her car. Danielle gets her bags, gets out, and slings her bags on her shoulders so they balance her out, locking her car with the key fob as she walks towards the station. Do you know how fast word gets through a precinct of very tight knit cops? It spreads like wildfire; what's even worse is when a certain person has no idea what's being said about them. Chatter amongst a large group of officers, seniors and rookies, comes to a very obvious halt when Danielle enters the lobby, the place growing silent as she feels like those present are staring at her. 'I probably look so dead because I'm fucking tired. Definitely need Benadryl tonight.' She thinks to herself. She finds Greg and Jay at the front desk with a few boxes that are filled with manila folders. "Morning, boys." She tells Gerwitz and Halstead with a small smile, the two veterans turning to look at her. "Good morning." The two say in unison with smiles. They watch her leave the desk and go up the stairs to Intelligence after scanning her palm. "All the time, Greg. I'm telling you, all the signs are there. Danielle will avoid Voight if she sees him going in the same direction as she is, he seems to zone out when someone mentions her name, he's super nice to her, which is just weird since he's always angry looking. She's always with him when we have to close in on any suspects or offenders, they talk a lot before and after work. It's starting to get ridiculous, nearly insufferable. And of course if you ask Rodriguez about it she 'doesn't know what you're talking about'. Don't know what we're talking about, my ass. Mouse, do you seriously think there's something going on between them? I just hope none of what I'm hearing is true so I don't lose the bet with Adam. Danielle is 20, has her whole career ahead of her, she's making a name for herself since she's working in Intelligence, of all places. She doesn't need to devote her life to Hank just because she likes him or whatever, if she does." Jay grumbles as he and Mouse continue to put away some old files for Trudy. Mouse smiles at Jay's ridiculous rant that he said after they heard some officers talking about their boss and Intelligence's sniper being together. "Well why don't you tell her that? Clearly she's oblivious to if he likes her. He's probably isn't good with communicating his feelings. Danielle and Sarge may be cops, but that doesn't mean they're cops of love." Greg comments. Jay rolls his eyes at Mouse's cheesy truth as he opens his breakfast. "I'm just saying-" Jay says started, biting into his granola bar. Mouse looks at Halstead, waiting patiently for him to finish. "You think they'd fuck?" Jay softly asks through a mouthful of his snack. Mouse mishears him, shock coating his face. "What did you say? They've slept together?!" He asks Jay in a whisper who's brows furrow. "Wait what? N-" "Mouse, Voight's asking for you." Al interrupts the two veteran's conversation as they finish with the first box of old files. "Something about testing a new software installment? Hey, Halstead." Al says with a small wave. Mouse says a soft bye to Jay who nods and sets the second box of files on the front desk, getting out from behind it. He turns to his right to go to the drink vending machine. Little did he know, he and Gerwitz had an eavesdropper to their conversation. As Mouse leaves with Al, Jerry walks over to Jay and leans against the drink vending machine. "Not to be nosy.....but did I hear that right?" He asks. "Hear what right, Jerry?" Halstead responds while looking at the drink options available. The patrolman looks around to see who's listening, asking in a whisper, "Sargent Voight and Detective Rodriguez, are they really a.....thing?" "Well, I personally wouldn't necessarily think they're a 'thing'," Halstead huffs softly, "but certainly from what I've heard there's possibly something there." Jay finishes saying. "No worries, dude. I've seen it." Jerry says with a reassuring smile, Jay feeling relieved he's not the only one who has noticed his Sargent's behavior. "They consistently sit together at the meetings we've had recently; always leaving for cases together; their quiet banter at meetings....but I had no idea they were sleeping together!" Jerry explains to Jay. The patrolman is about to add something else when his watch beeps, notifying him it's 8 o'clock. "Oh, gotta go sign in. But thanks for confirming my suspicions, Halstead, I swear the secret is safe with me." Jerry says, Jay saying bye and to have a good day as he leaves the vending machine to head up to Intelligence. As the veteran leaves, Jerry heads towards the front desk, finding his partner, officer Garcia, walking in. "Hey, Garcia, you're not going to believe this." Jerry says in a whisper, he and his partner walking into the room behind Trudy's desk.