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

'A Second Recovery' Special

The following week, Wednesday, Al's POV
"Okay, Mr. Olinsky, you're all set to go." Dr. Collins says after a lengthy explanation to Danielle of what I can't and can do on my own at home. "And you're sure I gotta stay outta work for two weeks, doc?" I ask, already dreading being confined to the same walls of the house for two whole fucking weeks. "I see you're already having withdrawals." Collins jokes with a soft chuckle. "But, yes, Mr. Olinsky, I'm very sure." The doctor adds in all seriousness. "Do either of you have any questions or concerns?" Both Danielle and I shake our heads a bit. "Alright, I'll let you two be on your way now. Have a good day." "Thanks, Dr. Collins, you too." She says, watching him leave the room. "Sorry, baby, but you're gonna have to take care of this old man for two weeks." I joke with her softly, watching her playfully roll her eyes. "In sickness and in health." She says softly, just like I had told her when she had to stay home after having the C-section. "Also, you make it sound like a bad thing, but trust me, I'll enjoy every minute of it. And you're not an old man, you, sir, are in your prime." She says with a smile before she gives my lips a long kiss. "I'm just really happy that you're gonna be home." "Thank you. Me too. I've missed our bed, the ones here hurt." I tell her, grabbing hold of her extended hands and letting her carefully help me up from the chair. It takes us 10 minutes to get into the lobby of the hospital, my pace of walk pretty slow since any rushed movement hurts my abdomen area where my stitches are. As soon as we step outside, a familiar vehicle quickly pulls up at the curb. As I get a glimpse into the car, I find Adam eagerly waiting to pick us up. "Excuse me, but you two look like you could use a ride!" He calls out to us from the driver seat after lowering the passenger window. "What do you say, should we trust it?" Danielle jokes, causing me to look down at her. "I can still kick his ass if he acts funny." I answer with a nod, smiling at the short laugh that leaves her mouth. "Yes, young man, we'll take the ride!" She tells Adam who gives her a thumbs up before getting out of the driver seat, rounding the back of his and Kevin's Unit car, then opening the back passenger door for my wife and I. "I'm so happy to see you, Al. And thanks, Danielle, you know, for letting me be a part of this moment." Ruzek thanks her while he gives me a soft, careful hug. "Of course, Ruz." She tells him with a quick smile before having him hold the door open while she gets me situated in the backseat, making sure I move slow, that I'm comfortable, and even buckling me up. Something inside of me doesn't want help from her while being in front of Adam because it feels embarrassing. 'You're a man, you can get into a vehicle and buckle yourself!' My brain shouts at me. I'm supposed to do things on my own without any help. But, I have to remember that times have changed since way back when I was a kid, and that now instead of dealing with this healing injury on my own, I have an amazing woman who's my wife to help care for me. Sometimes it's still so surreal that I'm married, and to the most sublime young woman I've ever known. When I was in my 40s, my work pals were already celebrating 15-20 years of marriage with their wives, and I was the only odd one out. To be honest, I never thought I'd get married. Not that I was opposed to the idea, because I wanted to find my perfect girl so bad, but I often felt that maybe with being a cop and working dangerous cases and long hours where I wouldn't arrive home for days at a time, it was just better I would arrive to an empty house than to have a woman worrying about me day in and out. For most of my adult years, I've lived, ate, and slept alone. I wasn't interested in allowing women inside and outside the workplace get to know me, and I've also never been interested in one-night-stands, never found the point in them. Most of the women would turn out to be undercover for something or another, always trying to get to Voight, to try and catch him and I in a lie so we both could get overthrown in our jobs. Yet, three years ago, that all changed. Danielle joined Intelligence and good Lord did I fall hard. So I'm going to confirm the saying is very true; 'Good things come to those who wait'. Except she isn't good. She's phenomenal. "Alright, ready, you two? Are ya hungry, Al? Wanna get somethin' to eat?" Adam's voice breaks me out of my thoughts. "Are you buying?" I ask him softly, watching Danielle smirk a bit through the corner of my eye. "Oh, well, uh-" "Just messing with you, kid. Can you just take us to get my car?" "Sure thing, Al. Whatever you want." Adam says with a smile, slowly driving away from the curb. The whole ride is silent, and I hold onto Danielle's hand like I don't ever want to let it go, and she does the same. When I got stabbed and was waiting for help, my brain was rethinking every single thing I've done in my life, good and bad. But when it got to the most recent parts of my life, all I could mainly think of was her. I didn't want to go without seeing her again, and that was my motivation for not slipping into unconsciousness. It takes 35 minutes, through this horrible morning traffic, for us to be pulling up to the station. "Thanks, again, Adam. I really appreciate your help." She thanks him as he parks a few spaces away from my car since the ones around it are already taken. "No problem, you let me know if you need something else." He tells her, earning a small nod in response. She gets out first before leaning into the car, reaching over my torso to unbuckle me. "Take your time." She kindly reminds me as I begin to move out of the seat. I'm able to get my legs out of the vehicle and scoot towards the open part of the door, but just as I'm about to try and stand up, I feel like I'm pushing my body to move to fast, which she notices. She silently offers me her hands, and when I take them, she helps me out of the car, giving one of my cheeks a kiss once I'm standing up straight. "Tell the guys I say hey." I tell Adam who nods. "You got it." He says with a small grin before excusing himself back to work, Danielle and I watching him walk off towards the back entrance of the station. "I'd carry you to your Magnum if I could, but you'll just have to hold onto me while we walk there, okay?" She asks me softly, making me chuckle once. "I won't hold onto you, but I will gladly hold your hand." "Hmm, deal." She happily accepts, slipping her left hand into my right as we start the slow walk to my car. "So, are you and I still on for breakfast?" I ask her softly. "You didn't want Adam to go with us, did you?" "Can you blame me, sugar pie?" "Oh the poor guy just wanted to hang out with you." She teases with a small laugh. "Yeah, well, he visited the most in the hospital. And I want to hang out with you. Alone." I say with a smile, stopping my walking which makes her also stop then look up at me. I give her a lopsided smile and she gives me a whole one. "There it is, the smile I fell in love with. How wonderful it is to see it." I tell her, watching a blush lightly sweep across her face. I lean down and gently kiss the top of her head, then her forehead, then her lips, feeling her immediately kiss me back. It's a worry, guilt, and stress free kiss on both of our ends. "Gosh, I love you." I whisper to her, resting my forehead against hers. "I love you, too." She whispers back, smiling again. "Hey!" We hear a loud shout. Looking around, we don't see anyone, but then we hear the shout again, so we look again, and this time, a wave of an arm catches my attention. I realize the person yelling at us is a man, and it happens to be Antonio who's using a pair of binoculars to look at me and Danielle as he stands at the window that's behind his desk, the glass fully open. "Stop the show and get home! Don't make us go down there!" He jokingly shouts, loud laughter from the boys who are standing behind him being heard in the distance. I just casually flip him off, now my wife's turn to laugh a bit as she waves to Dawson who waves back before moving away from the window. "He's a jerk." I playfully mutter, and that gets me a soft kiss on my lips. "Let's go get breakfast." She tells me. "That's a great idea." I agree, holding her hand again before we both continue walking towards my Magnum.
~45 minutes later~
"Oh, before I forget, do you wanna go with me when I leave to pick up Diego when he gets out of school? Hank is giving me these two weeks off so I can be home to help you, and I thought picking him up would be nice so he doesn't have to take that stinky old bus he always complains about." She asks me as I sip on my third cup of coffee. "Yeah, I'd love to. Man, I keep forgetting Eva is living at college." I answer. "Yeah, it's still a bit weird. She's been out of the house for like 7 months already." She agrees. "At least she doesn't have to deal with Laura." I note. "That's very true." She says with a small smile. "Oh, maybe we can take him out of school early and take him to see a movie or something." I suggest, watching as she gives me a curious look. "You're supposed to rest...at home." One of her eyebrows raises as the corner of her lips turn upwards. "What Collins doesn't know won't hurt him." I say with a smirk. "Or if you'd rather enjoy some alone time with me these next couple of weeks, I will totally not complain." I add, watching another blush dust her cheeks. "I'd love to. But, if you don't mind, I will suggest the movie idea to Antonio and see if he'll let me take Diego out for a day." "Not at all, cupcake. Shall we go now?" "Yeah, and I'm paying this time." "No, baby, I got it." I say in a small grunt, trying to get out of my chair before she can get out of hers, but she easily stands up so I playfully squint at her instead. "You can't catch me so I'm paying the bill." She says after helping me up, giving me a quick kiss before she turns around and walks off to the front of the diner, waiting for our waitress to take the payment. Moments after, we're back in my car and she's driving us home. The comfortable silence is making me so sleepy that I don't even realize when I closed my eyes nor when I began to doze off, the soft hum of the engine and the smooth ride of my car lulling me to sleep. I don't know how long I'm asleep for, but it feels so good to be sleeping without worrying I'll pull out a tube from my arm or hit my head on the plastic railing of a hospital bed.
~1 hour later~
"Love, wake up." I feel a very soft pressure on my chest, causing me to groan a bit, my eyes still closed. "Babe...oh babyyyy...it's time for your next painkiller dose." The words are softly spoken, just like the kiss that's placed to my left cheek, and I know exactly who's talking to and touching me. "Can I have another kiss, please?" I groggily ask. "Will you wake up afterwards?" Danielle asks me, and I just know she's smiling. "Mhmm." I tiredly hum, feeling her lips meet mine. My eyes open after she pulls away, and I find her smiling at me, one of her hands fixing my hat that I didn't know was crooked. "Thank you. How long have I been out?" I ask as I take the two small pills from her other hand, putting them in my mouth then reaching into the cupholder for my water bottle to wash them down. "Almost 2 hours. If you want specifics, 1 hour and 47 minutes." I register we're still in my car, but we're parked far away from the city. 'Promontory Point.' I think to myself. This exact spot is where I brought her when she first joined Intelligence. The scenery is very beautiful, one of the best locations in this old city, in my opinion. It's tucked away along the lakefront in Hyde Park, demonstrating just how huge Chicago's skyline really is, and it's a calming spot I've been driving out to for years: