Worthy (A Hank Voight X Reader)

The Aftermath

No one's POV

It has been about 2 weeks since the death of Derek Key's and life continued as normal, as if the man had never existed. Well...for most. For Y/N L/N she could never unsee his face as he died...as she killed him. She would have constant nightmares, his death, her covered in blood..his blood and Hank there to wrap her in hugs yet.. he wouldn't, he would stare at her with anger and fear and yell at her. Asking how she killed a man and calling her a monster.

Tonight was no different. Y/N lied in her bed fast asleep but tossing and turning as a thin sheet of sweat covered her body. She was trapped in the house again, with Derek her gun pointed right between his eyes.

"Don't move" she growled out at him, but she saw his eye flutter towards the second gun she knew was taking residence on the other side of the room. She knew immediately what would happen next, so as he went to make a run for it she pulled the trigger.

Boom.

Her eyes widened, because in Derek's place now stood Hank. Hank Voight.. she had just shot him. She shot her boss...her friend.

"Y/N' He gasped out looking at her with shock on her face "h-how could you?" were the words that emerged from his lips before he crumbled to the ground.

"Hank! No no no!" She ran over falling to his side trying desperately to cover the bullet wound. The bullet wound...SHE gave him.

"Just like daddy now aren't you"

She froze at the voice behind her and slowly turned to see the man she once loved. The man that was once her idol. Her father. He was pointing a gun at her, his eyes looking almost crazed.

"Please daddy no-" she started saying.

BOOM

Y/N gasped shooting up in her bed breathing heavily and tears streaming down her cheeks. The nightmare had been bad but that one would've been the worst yet. Hank had never gotten hurt in them before, she had never shot him, she would never shoot him.

She glanced over to the clock realizing it was now 8:30 am and she would have to head into the office to get the new case soon. She couldn't help but dread it. She knew the team had been noticing her sluggish behavior over the last couple weeks and debated calling in ill. Only to realize if she did that, then Hank or the other guys would show up at her house to make sure she was okay only to find that she was perfectly fine. So quickly jumping out of bed, she got herself dressed in her proper work attire and made her way out of her home and towards HQ.

When she arrived she signed in at Trudy's desk and began making her way up the stairs only to run into someone and spill coffee all over herself.

"Ow ow hot hot! Hey watch where you're fucking going!" She yelled trying to get the shirt separated from her skin to avoid getting severely burnt since the coffee was relatively hot still.

"Well miss L/N, I don't believe that is anyway to speak to your boss now is it?"

She heard the familiar dark gravely voice she had not only heard in real life but had recently been hearing in her dreams.

So as she raised her eyes from her coffee stained shirt she met the hard brown eyes of Hank Voight.

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Y/N's POV ( TW! Panic attack)

As I stood there I felt my heart begin to race. Not only was I standing in front of my boss now with a coffee stained shirt looking like an absolute total mess, but I had just SWORE AT HIM!!

I watched as he raised his eyebrows at me as if waiting for a response to his previous statements and I immediately began to ramble.

"O-Oh my god Hank , I'm so so sorry. Ahh I'm such a clutz and that was so disrespectful of me, I totally understand if you want to fire me, or demote me to some crazy desk job here within the station, I mean I totally just swore at you , I can't believe I just swore at you-."