(tw: swearing)
"I should get a move on." You say, standing up.
"It's a pleasure, like always." Voight says, reaching out and grabbing your leg.
"Mhm, we should do it more often." You say, grabbing his hand and pecking him on the cheek.
"Oh we will." He says, emphasizing the 'we'.
You walk through the doorwall and close it behind you. Walking down the hallway, you put on your shoes and walk out the front door. You get into your car and start the drive to your place.
You park in your driveway and get out. Walking into your house, you kick off your shoes and nap for a few hours. Your alarm pulls you out of your light sleep. The time is 10:00am.
You get out of bed, change your clothes and walk into the kitchen. You put on your shoes, holster your gun and leave for work. You pull into the district parking lot and walk inside.
"Hey y/l/n." Sergeant Platt says.
"Yes, Ma'am?" You ask, walking up to the front desk.
"Don't call me 'Ma'am'. It makes me feel old." She says.
"Sorry Sergeant." You squeak.
"This came in through the CPD mail system for you." Platt says, sliding a large white envelope at you.
"Thanks." You say, picking it up and opening it.
The letter was addressed to you from Ivory Tower. You quickly scan the papers and stuff them back into the envelope.
You walk upstairs and sit down at your desk and Voight walks over to you. He is carrying a small gift bag.
He sets it down on your desk and sets his jaw.
"Open it." He commands.
You pick the bag up, off your desk and open it. A box of Plan B sits at the bottom of the bag. You chuckle.
"You are quite the gift giver." You say, playfully rolling your eyes.
"I know." Voight says, shimmying his shoulders. He leans down to you and kisses your cheek.
Al walks into the bullpen and sits down at his desk. He locks eyes with Voight as he pulls away from your cheek.
Olinksy looks at you and raises an eyebrow.
"What's in the bag?" He asks.
"Probably best if you don't know." You say, picking up the bag and tossing it in the drawer.
The rest of the bullpen crowds with the rest of the unit and Voight walks out of his office.
"Dig into this a little more. y/n come with me, grab the case pictures." Voight says, motioning in his direction.
You get up from your desk and follow Voight. He walks downstairs into the loading garage and both of you make your way over to the cage.
"Good morning asshole." Voight says, unlocking the gate and walking inside. Humble is still sleeping on the bench.
Voight slaps the sides of his face, forcefully waking him up.
"What the fuck?" Humble says, sitting up quickly and grabbing the side of his face. He looks over at you. "You the medic? This guy literally threw me in here 2 days ago without food or water. I think I'm malnourished." He says.
You look at him and chortle.
"Y'know, he doesn't play around. If you're holding back on information we'll find out." You say, folding your arms.
"The fuck is she talking about?" Humble asks, looking at Voight.
Voight grabs Humble by the jaw and pushes his head into the chain-link wall.
"You gonna talk or just jockey us around?" He asks, pushing his head back harder.
"I didn't do anything." Humble says.
"Look at these pictures. Straight from the crime scene. You two like killing little boys?" You say, walking into the cage and holding the pictures up to his face.
"Is that the sick way both of you get your rocks off, Hmm?" Voight says.
"Yes, alright?" Humble says. Voight slams his head into the fence one last time and then walks out of the cage. You follow him and close the gate behind you. Both of you walk upstairs, back into the bullpen.
"Whatcha got?" Jay asks.
"A confession." You say, sitting down.
"Sounds good. Start on case wrap up and let's get this to Ivory Tower today." Jay says.
You start to fill out your paperwork and look across your desk at Al. He locks eyes with you.
"What?" He mouths to you.
You shake your head and your cheeks blush.
The room slowly starts to empty as the unit finishes up their files. Jay comes over to your desk and sets down the Sargent file.
"Voight needs you to sign this." Jay says, sliding the file at you.
You scribble your signature on the paper and scan his writing.
"You don't have to worry about him snitching. Everyone in this unit is a fucking cowboy cop." Jay says, quickly closing the folder and walking downstairs.
You roll your eyes and look at Al.
"He's a good kid." Olinsky murmurs.
"He's super condescending." You say. "'Don't worry, everyone in this unit is a cowboy cop.'" You say mocking Jay. "What the fuck is that suppost to mean?" You say.
"He has a love/hate relationship with Hank. Sometimes I'm convinced he wants his spot as Sargent." Al says, letting out an arity laugh and adjusting the beanie on his head.
You raise your eyebrows and rub your eyes.
"You almost done? I'm trying to get out of here, wanna get a drink?" Al asks.
"I'd love to." You say with a gentle smile.
You get up from your desk and close your folder. Walking over to Jay's desk and dropping it in the box.
"Come over here." Al says, pushing himself away from his desk and sitting back in his chair.
You walk over to him and sit on his desk. Al runs his fingers up your inner thigh.
"You are so gorgeous." He says, resting his hand on your leg.
"Oh Al." You say, holding back a giggle.
"Meet me at Mollys." Al says, standing up and putting on his jacket.
"Mhm, alright." You say, watching him stretch his neck and then slide his other arm into his coat.
He walks out of the bullpen and you look into Voights office.
You hop off of Al's desk and grab your jacket. Voight steps into the doorway of his office and looks at you.
"Where are you going?" He asks.
"Out." You say, as you walk down the stairs and into the main lobby.
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alright alright were back with a little rendezvous ;)
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Rendezvous in Chicago (reader X Hank Voight X Alvin Olinsky)
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