Jay Halstead keeps butting heads over cases with Riannes Torres, a DCFS social worker. She has been through her own rough personal trauma. When they find themselves drawn to each other despite their differences an interesting journey begins. Will th...
"Jay, for once in your life... just let it be," Voight's words rung in his ears, the taste of bourbon still bitter on his tongue.
His heart was beating out of his chest when he went to get into his car to drive home. Then he stared at the steering wheel for what felt like hours, unable to move. Inside of him there were so many undefined, indescribable feelings battling to be heard and dealt with, but he couldn't get a real hold of them, at least not yet. In addition to this he was afraid that once he really opened this pandora's box he would not be able to stop the downwards spiral he was well accustomed to. His mobile vibrated in his jeans-pocket. Once he got it out he noticed his hands were slightly shaking, a knot in his chest making it hard for him to breathe. It was Hailey. Jay groaned, but picked up anyway.
"Hey, you alright?" The concerned voice of his partner greeted him.
"Yeah, I am going to be." He knew she knew he wasn't, but he was not in the mood to talk about it.
"Do you need me to come check on you?"
"I don't think so. Hailey, I just wanna be alone right now."
She was silent on the other end of the line. He knew this was not what she had wanted to hear, but she let him be for now. Jay closed his eyes, feeling worse for shutting her out. But she knew him too well. He felt like he didn't deserve her concern.
"Okay, call me if you need anything. I will call round in the morning anyway."
"Yeah, thanks. You have a good-night." Jay hung up and knew exactly where he wanted to be right now.
Like on autopilot he started the engine and drove off to Streeterville.
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"Can you get that?" Nate exclaimed from the couch, where he and some friends were watching the game and getting into second and third rounds of beer and bourbon.
Rianne, curious as to who could knock on their door at this time, did as she was asked. When she took a peek through the spy on their door she was surprised to find Jay standing there in a plain black henley shirt, looking immaculately good as ever, if a little lost, maybe even unsure of himself. She wondered for a second how he had gotten through security downstairs, but then he was a cop with a badge, and he had done it before, so...
Rianne soon found out he was the opposite of unsure at least of what he was doing here. As soon as she opened up, she only got as far as:
"Hi, what..." before she was backed into the doorframe and attacked by his lips, landing hard on her mouth.
Jay kissed her in that passionate and desperate way she was familiar with by now, hell she even did it herself the other way around.
A little voice in her head told her she should be careful around him this time, but was so instantly turned on, that she didn't want to listen. The raw tension between them was burning wholes into her whole body. She had banned any thoughts of worry about him from her mind since she saw him on scene on Tuesday and hadn't even realized that it was seriously stressing her body out. Just now Rianne felt like some weight was being lifted from her purely because he finally came to see her. Hell-bent on continuing this inside, Jay began pushing her into her hallway. She firmly put both of her hands on his chest and pushed him back a bit.
