Hank's trouble child // chicago PD

chapter 1: Two options

BEFORE YOU READ! PLEASE BE AWARE THIS BOOK WILL HIT THE SUBJECT OF ADDICTION GREATLY. IF THIS IS TRIGGERING FOR YOU, I ADVISE YOU, AND BEG YOU, TO NOT READ THIS BOOK. I'm so proud of you.

"You cant walk out of here Dani." The older sergeant said as I was walking through the corridor, leading me towards the exit.

"Oh I think you'll find I most certainly can." I replied back, with a very strong tone of voice. I couldn't stay here. With my lifestyle, being around cops wouldn't end well for me.

"Listen, you have two options , A. You stay here until we figure something out. Or B, we call CPS" He said, in his croaky voice. This made me freeze. I cant go into a home. Not again. It's awful. Id rather be living on the streets, freezing half to death than go into a group home.

"What do you want from me?" I said turning around, quite obviously pissed off from the whole situation. Here's a little back story of what's happened.

They caught my "dad" growing pot and selling. I wasn't that bothered cos he's a dick anyway, i was his personal punching bag. But they brought me to the station because i was at the scene, and now cos i have no more living relatives im stuck in this situation.

"I dont want anything from you Dani. I just want you to be safe, your a kid for christ sake. Barely 15. I just want you to be able to live the rest of your childhood years." He said. I think he said his name was Hank Voight? He seemed quite scary the first time i met him and now he's acting like... a teddy bear. He's not really, basically just saying how much of a shit life I've had. LOL.

"Im always safe sergeant. Ive been living with an abusive guy for the past 4 years and im not dead. That must tell you somethin." I said, my strong British accent coming through. I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself before i go any deeper into the story.

My names Dani Reece, well its Daniella but, i hate the name Daniella. Its either, Dani, Daniel or Lee.
Im a very complicated person, i wont lie, but the obvious facts :
•RAGING HOMOSEXUAL
(Masc lesbian as a matter of fact)
• i have ADHD
• was born in the UK
• Shit at school
• Not the best behaved, ill say that.
And thats all you need to know really! You'll get to learn more as the story goes on.

"Dani, we cant let you leave. If you do, by law, we have to call child protection services." Another guy named... dawson? Antonio Dawson? I think thats his name. Thats what he said.

"Oh fuck the law." I replied as i walked out. That was definitely my girl boss moment for sure. I ran out of the door and made my way to the nearest... safest alleyway. It was quite hard to find ill tell you that. They're all so sketchy its hard to find a peaceful one, but i suppose thats just Chicago for you.

I reached into my pocket to grab my phone, to try and pass time until the CPS people eventually give up, and i found a note. A piece of card even.
It had sergeant voight's contact info on it.

'Mannnnn why he gotta do me like that' i thought to myself, because i knew for sure I'd end up calling it at some point. And i most definitely couldn't get rid of it, because i also know, i will have to call him sooner or later.

I sat in the alley way for about approximately 3 hours. It was around 9pm and its cold... and scary. The one thing you learn as a young girl is NOT to go into a dark alley way. And here i was planning to sleep in one? God what am i even doing.

I slowly picked up my phone, and then the card that had voights number on it. I carefully dialled in each number, making sure i made no mistakes. I then just stared at the phone for a minute, i didn't want to do this, but i had to. There is no chance that im risking sitting in an alley way for a whole goddamn night. Definitely not.

Voight: voight.

Me: heyyyy...... its me.

Voight: Dani, i guess you found my card

Me: well obviously i did, how else would i have called you ,estúpido

Voight: im not that dumb dani, i know that means stupid.

Me: damn, caught me red handed, anyways i need a favour.

Voight: what?

Me: well, when i ran, i sorta hid in the most non-shady alley i could find. But now its night, and its pretty shady.

Voight: you want me to come pick you up?

Me: yeahhhhh. im not that far from the precinct, about a 10 minute walk, by the bank.

Voight: Be there in 5

Well that wasn't as hard as i thought it would be, but i suppose i will have to sit in a building filled with cops now though. At least ill be safe?

Before i knew it, voight was already here. Standing right infront of me, holding out a hand. I grabbed it so i didnt have to embarrass myself and do that weird thing where you go from sitting on the floor to standing up. You know when like, you do that weird squatting position in the middle. No? Just me? Okay Never mind.

"Thanks." I said, shivering. At least i tried by myself, but ill be honest, im not really made for living on the streets, im hungry like 90% of the time, and i need some sort of nicotine every 3 hours. Thats gonna be a tough one though.

He led me to his black suv and opened the passenger door for me. He didn't say anything though.
"What am i gonna do now? I cant lie Mr sergent man , but i don't really wanna go in a group home. Especially not with my past." I asked, he seemed like the type of guy that will give me a straight answer, the only straight thing in my life. LOL. Okay. Ill stop now.

"Well , you can come live with me." He said, it was more of a statement than a question. When i say my jaw dropped, i mean it was on the literal floor. Well, the car floor.

"I cant lie to you man, we most certainly will not get along. You do not want me living with you and thats a fact." I said. I was speaking nothing but truth. A nicotine, alcohol addicted teen, living with a cop? That will never end well.

"Give me a couple reasons why that wont work. And then ill tell you why it would." He replied, almost as if he knew that he was going to win this debate.

"Whatever is said in the car stays in the car?" I questioned, i didn't really wanna own up to doing alcohol, nicotine and the odd batch of drugs just to get juvenile. He just nodded, i trusted him for some reason though?

"Well, i cant go for more than like 3-4 hours without a source of nicotine. I have a love for vodka and jäger bombs, and anything that has alcohol in it, and i perhaps maybe do a bit of weed and Yano... other stuff. Now and again." I said, looking everywhere but at him. God why was it so awkward talking about this type of stuff. Actually it makes sense why it is. Don't usually talk to cops about it. For obvious reasons.

"Well, the simple thing is, one of our past detectives used to live with me, and she has a severe drug addiction. Couldn't get enough. I picked her up off the street. And then, a few years later, she joined my unit. Clean of drugs. It was hard but she managed it with a little help." He said, not taking his eyes of the road. I didn't really know what to reply to that. Congrats? No..... Cool? No that sounds sarcastic.... Epic? Definitely not.

"Oh." Well, i could've said something a bit more meaningful-full than oh but we'll roll with it.

"Listen why dont you give me a chance to help you. You never know where it could lead you." Hank said. Why in the world is he being so poetic right now? Like come on voight, your gonna ruin your whole.... Scary persona here.

"Mkay. I suppose so." I replied. Its not like i had much to lose ,is it? I mean, its either the streets, which i just learnt is horrible, or this. Because when I say i will do anything to get out of a group home, i mean absolutely anything.