Dancing With Chicago - Chicago PD

Can I drive?

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Above: a picture Of Annabelle's outfit and I knew you were trouble by Tailor Swift. :)

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Jay's POV

My head throbs, and I groan loudly. I should've thought twice about getting drunk. Feeling the soft covers pulled over me, I realized I don't remember coming home. I can barely remember anything that happened last night.

I opened my eyes, trying to ignore the throb in my head. As my eyes adjust, I realized I'm not in my apartment at all. This room is way too girly to be my room. I nearly jumped out of the bed at the thought of "What the hell did I get myself into last night". Smelling and hearing the sound of bacon being cooked and music playing, I try to get up. Looking at the nightstand there was a bottle of water and I immediately opened it and drank the water halfway.

Deciding not to put my shoes on, I head to the door and through the hallway to where I think the kitchen is. I immediately sighed in relief as I saw Annabelle standing at a stove with a frypan in one hand and a spatula in the other. She was still in her pj's. And I couldn't help that my eyes kept trailing down to her bare legs. She was beautiful, gorgeous and sexy. She walked to the beat of the music as she went over to the toaster that had two slices of toast ready. She glanced my way and immediately jumped when she saw me.

"Good morning to you too," I smirk as I leaned against the wall.

"What the hell? How long have you been standing there? Couldn't alteast tell me your awake," she raised her voice and I wince at the throb in my head. "Sorry," she whispered as she placed a hand at her mouth. She looked down at her clothing, and I can see her getting self-conscious as she started pulling at her shorts and hem of her shirt.

Clearing my throat, I spoke up, "Uhm, Sorry, I smelled the food and got hungry. So I came here. I also got suspicious when I woke up in someone else's bed." I glanced at the couch and saw blankets and pillows scattered all over it. "You know I could've slept on the couch right?"

"I kinda like my own couch, and I usually sleep on it anyway, so it's fine. You wanna eat? Breakfast is ready," she says still fiddling with her shorts. I smirk at her and came over to the counter as she gave me a plate. Grabbing a few pieces of bacon, a slice of toast and eggs, I head to the breakfast bar on the other side of the island counter in her kitchen.

"Stop looking so uncomfortable in those shorts, it looks sexy on you," I say making her stop fiddling. Instead she gave me a glare and I chuckle, right until she slapped me on the shoulder. This time she's the one chuckling.

We had a silent breakfast. I feel bad for what happened last night and I don't even remember anything, "Hey look, about last night, I'm really sorry that you had to stick up with me, you know you didn't have to, and if I did anything or something I'm sorry, to be honest I don't remember anything that happened last night."

"It's fine Jay, I know I didn't have to but I did anyway," she shrugs.

"Why did you help me anyway?" I ask.

"Because that's who I am." She says quietly. I know there's something else, but I don't want to push. "And besides, we're partners now and we should have each other's backs," she adds looking at me.

"Well thank you though," I say. She smiles at me, before she quickly got up.

"Okay well, enough about last night we should get ready for work, do you want to go shower or something, I have extra clothes for you, I'll go get it then," she says while looking at her phone and walking away. I follow her to a spare room I haven't noticed before and she gave me a set of clothes for men, I cock an eyebrow at her.

"I have these for exactly this reason, when Adam or Kevin have a few drinks too much, I have these for incase they crash at my place," she says as she walked over to the guest bathroom a towel draped over her shoulder.

"Great, just as I thought I was someone special to you," I joke and she rolls her eyes as she opened the faucet for the shower.

"Here you go, nice and hot and here's your towel, I'm going to get dressed since I already showered last night." She hands me my towel and makes her way to the door.

"Your not coming with?" I joke and she looked like she was about to punch me. Instead she walked out and slammed the door loudly. I chuckle as I start undressing and climb in the shower.

Annabelle's POV

After making my disgust clear by slamming the bathroom door, I head to my room to get dressed after brushing my teeth in my own bathroom. Slipping on a nice green top I grab my black jeans doing the skinny-jean-dance and a nice set of combat boots. Since the weather was kind off weird today I grabbed my leather jacket and decided to put on one of my favorite chockers on around my neck. Adding a little bit of mascara and lip gloss I pull my hair up in a high ponytail.

Jay was still showering so I decided to clean the room up. I pulled the covers neatly over my bed and placed the pillows right. Grabbing his jacket on my stool at my dresser and his phone on the nightstand, I placed it in the kitchen along with my badge and keys for when we're going and a bottle of water for Jay. I like having things in place for when I have somewhere to go. Realizing that if Jay does not finish up we will be late, I head to the guest bathroom. Just as I was about to knock, the door swung open and I was met with a shirtless Jay Halstead standing in the doorway rubbing his head with the towel.

I froze dead in my tracks, trying to ignore the fact that he's shirtless. Seeing my reaction he smirks, but before he can say anything I clear my throat, "If you are not ready in 3 minutes, I'm leaving without you." With that I turn around and head to the kitchen. A minute later Jay came in with a dark green shirt on and black jeans.

"Seeing that you are wearing green, I thought why don't we both wear green. You know, make a good impression if we go somewhere in public as partners," he says and I roll my eyes.

"Wow, so inspiring, let's get going," I grab my keys, bag, badge and phone from where I placed it earlier and Jay doing the same. Locking my apartment, we head to the elevator that leads to the parking lot.

"Can I drive?" Jay asks and I stop in my tracks to look at him.

"No, what kind of question is that," I ask as I head to my car's driver seat.

"I like the car and would like to drive it once."

"There is literally the exact same one that my brother and Kevin drives at work, why not drive that one."

"They won't let me, come on Annabelle, we're partners, don't you trust me?"

"No, I don't."

"That's very hurtful. Please Annabelle, I'm begging you, just this once." He gives me the puppy dog eyes and I roll my eyes. I don't think he is a reckless driver, because then I would've driven the truck myself long ago.

I sigh in defeat as I give him my keys, "I swear if you so much as scratch the steering wheel with your fingernail, I'll make sure you'll regret." His eyes lighten with excitement and he climbed into the driver's seat. He looked like a four year old that was told he could pick his own candy.

Playing some of my favorites on the radio, we head to the precinct, already 2 minutes late than usual.