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

'Bad Boys' Special

A/N: The episode being used for this chapter is called 'Bad Boys'. Dialogue from the episode will be in bold letters. Any changed words will be in brackets.

One week later, Tuesday, February 1st, 2022
Bzzz bzzz bzzz
Silence.
Bzzz bzzz bzzz
No movement.
Bzzz bzzz bzzz
The quad groans in unison, Al and Hank blindly reaching towards the nightstands on both sides of the four's king sized bed to feel around for their phones. "Shut up." Al hisses at his device once he finds a bit of energy in himself to open his eyes only enough to stop his '6:50 a.m.' alarm before he lazily sets his phone back where it was. After his best friend does the same, the men snuggle back up with their wife who welcomes the warmth and is pretty much mostly asleep again in an instant. For another 10 minutes, it's quiet in the semi-dark room that the sun threatens to light up, but one husband breaks the silence. "We're gonna be late." Antonio softly mumbles against his wife's plush stomach that he's gently nuzzling his face against as he speaks his realization to Hank. "Go back to sleep." Hank groans, hiding his face in Danielle's hair since she's facing Alvin. "Don't gotta tell me twice." Antonio sleepily replies, his eyes closing in less than a second, already feeling himself drifting back into sleep. Last night and this morning have been the only times the four have gotten really good sleep in the past 3 weeks; no stress and no worries interrupting either of them throughout the night. Voight knows they'll be late, but he's the boss, so he can show up late, and if he can show up late, so can his wife and two friends. Despite him and Dawson already being fast asleep again just like the 21 year old, Al isn't, forcing his body to remain awake as he silently admires the woman he calls his wife who's lying beside him. To him, she looks so cute snuggled up between the three men with her hair in different directions against her pillow and her nightshirt ruffled up into a creased mess. 'She looks at peace....finally.' He thinks to himself, very pleased Danielle is getting some well deserved rest. A yawn creeps out of his mouth and that makes his eyes feel heavy again, so he allows them to close, wanting to take advantage that the four are purposely going to show up late to work.
~8:45 a.m.~
Trudy walks up the stairs to Intelligence with three patrolmen right behind her. "Mornin', Sarge." Kevin greets the desk Sargent who only acknowledges him with a single nod. The boys and sniper watch the patrolmen walk up to Al's desk, one of them quickly clearing it of the picture frames and paperwork he has on there, setting the stuff on Adam's desk which is nearest before all three of them silently grab hold of the 61 year old's desk at different corners, starting to turn it onto one of its sides, this causing Danielle to speak up very quickly. "That's Al's desk. What are you doing-what are you doing with Al's desk?" She asks them in a rush, Platt watching as the youngest Intelligence member looks at her in confusion. Before Trudy can explain what's happening, the three patrolmen are able to get Al's desk out of its space and put it on a large dolly for one of them to push out towards the garage for a work truck to come and take it while the other two officers start doing the same thing to Antonio's desk, the second in command off somewhere downstairs with Hank and Al for a presentation on new guidelines for choosing future officers. One patrolman hands Kevin all of the files on Dawson's desk, leaving Atwater awkwardly standing there receiving the work. "No, no, no, what are you two doing?" The sniper defensively asks as she hurries to take her husband's work from Kevin's hands so the officer can stop giving it to him. "The district is doing a yearly audit. They're going to reallocate [these desks]. Intelligence is getting new computer systems so the desks you all have now need to be replaced with smaller ones. The detectives who have been here longest are the first to get new desks and their systems installed. You all will get yours at the same time throughout the afternoon." Trudy explains to the sniper and the boys who seem to be relieved at the news, each extremely grateful that nothing bad is happening.
~45 minutes later~
"Hank." The desk Sargent says softly enough for Voight to hear as he, Al, and Antonio are about to walk past the front desk. "I'll see you two upstairs. Start explaining the 'picking process' to the others." He tells Al and Antonio who nod, leaving their boss's sides to continue their walk to the palm scanner. Once they're both out of sight, Hank looks at Trudy as he leans his elbows on her desk. "Has there been any progress on Olinsky's letter of exoneration?" She asks almost in a whisper. "I'm working on it." He softly answers, not wanting to talk about this in the open of the lobby. "If there's no letter, [they're cut and dried about that]-" "Trudy, I said I'm working on it." He interrupts her, knowing that if the letter doesn't get into Al's and Danielle's hands soon, their financial situation is going to take a toll on not only them, but the quad as a whole. There haven't been many cases lately that are worth the Intelligence Unit getting paychecks for. "Okay." She tells him softly. The last thing she would want to do is make him angry, so she just settles for watching him walk to the palm scanner so he can head upstairs. Meanwhile, in the bullpen, Antonio and Al are doing as asked of them by relating the information from the presentation to the younger team members. "Those minor rules took you guys 45 minutes to get through?" Adam asks with a small smirk, Kevin softly chuckling at the question. "Well, apparently, we have to approach the new recruits at the academy differently instead of just going and scouting, so they taught us that, too." Al answers in a sarcastic seriousness, causing Atwater and Ruzek to stop smiling. A very soft giggle catches Jay's attention, and when he looks to where it came from, he finds Danielle doodling on a sticky note as she sits at her desk. Now that Antonio and Al are done talking, Halstead takes the opportunity to roll his chair over to her desk, and that makes her look up at him. "Hey, Dani." He says with a small smile. "Hi, Jay." She says, returning the smile. He notices it doesn't seem forced like the ones she's given him in the past two weeks. "How're you doing today?" He asks her, the question a daily one since two weeks ago. He just wants to make sure his old partner is doing good and not falling into any sort of depression. "Really good." She answers, her smile growing even more. "Hey, is everything okay? You showed up late and you're never late. Well, except that one time Trudy's car broke down." He says with a chuckle. "I'm [great]. We got to sleep in." She answers with a soft laugh. "Ah, that's why you don't seem tired today." He jokes, earning a playful rolling of eye which makes them both laugh a bit. "Hah, yeah well, I guess that's a pro of mine being married to our boss." She jokes, Jay shrugging a bit. "I'll take your word for it 'cause I don't wanna know any more pros." "Oh, get your head out the gutter, Halstead." She laughs, Jay just smiling at her. "Hey, um, how're the sessions going? Is that doc helping you out?" He asks, both going back to being on a serious note. He's the only one of the Intelligence boys to know that she's attending therapy. "They're going pretty smooth now, honestly. I have a better understanding of why I am how I am. It mostly stems from how my mom treated me, which I already knew, but other stuff...I'm actually opening up to a stranger. Which, by the way, Miller says is phenomenal progress, so he said I might be discharged soon. Maybe after my next sesh." She explains, sounding proud of herself, and he's proud of her, too. "I'm glad you like Miller. I was hoping he would be a good therapist to you like he is to me." He tells her. "I really do appreciate you not telling the other two." Danielle whispers, motioning her head to where Atwater and Ruzek are listening to Al tell them a story at Kev's desk. "Tell them what?" Jay asks, pretending to not know what she's talking about. The two fist bump each other with small smiles before he rolls back to his desk.
~6 hours later~
"I'm sorry, but that's probably a different woman. Thanks for your help." Antonio says into his desk phone before transferring to another line where someone is waiting to speak to him. "No, I don't think you need to be a legal resident to collect the reward." Al says in frustration into his desk phone before also switching lines to quickly answer another call. "Do you remember seeing her, or are you chasing the money?" Jay asks into his phone. "But do you have any more information?" Kevin asks into his phone, waiting to write in his notepad. Hank walks into the bullpen to find all of his detectives answering nonstop phone calls, and he knows exactly why. He just arrived from having been in a meeting with Brennan who thought it would be a good idea to have his team take calls from anonymous tips on Missing Persons to lighten the load of the 31st district so the Unit can get paid this week. "What, are we a bunch of telemarketers?" He asks loudly, everyone looking at him. "Hank, the phones [suddenly] started blowing up. People are calling us directly [for some missing girl]." Antonio answers, seeming confused and frustrated, just like everyone else. "Care to explain why we're getting these calls?" Al asks his best friend. "They're all for the 31st, too. I don't know why the hell they're calling us, boss." Adam adds. "Whatever's going on, 500 grand's got a way of making people remember things they've never seen." Danielle chimes in, holding her phone off to one side so the current caller doesn't hear her. "Hang up the phones." Voight sternly orders, watching in silence as his team does at told. "The other district can do their own shit. We need to be available for anything major that comes our way." He adds, not sounding or looking happy at all. This is the most stupidest idea he has ever heard of and he knows his team doesn't deserve to pick up other people's slack. He doesn't say anything else as he just makes his way into his office, slamming the door behind him, leaving the others to look at each other as if they've all just gotten scolded.
~3 p.m.~
Adam sits in silence with Kevin in their dark blue Unit assigned Dodge Charger, just doing some stake-out patrol work for Trudy since she needed more people to cover a beat. Adam can't help but start thinking of last week, mainly how he and Antonio kept arguing until it got to a physical point. "You okay?" Kevin softly asks his partner, noticing how lost in thought Ruzek seems. "Just thinking, man." "Yo, bro, I've been wanting to rap with you about this Antonio thing, though." Adam just chuckles once, looking away from Kev. "It's time to move on." He adds, being serious so Adam can tell he isn't playing around. Atwater hated the tension his superior and his partner had between themselves last week. "I know. I get it. I'm trying, but-I don't know, man. It's pretty tough. He's always judging and critiquing." Adam says before taking a sip of water from his bottle. "He plays by the book. True, but that doesn't make him a bad person or a bad cop. In my humble opinion, he's a baller. He's [mainly] always the first one through that door." Kevin says in all honesty, watching his partner nod slightly in agreement.