Summary: After an op goes south, you take a few days and return to Chicago.
Pairings: Blake Gallo x FBI Ruzek Girlfriend, Adam Ruzek x Sister, One Chicago x Reader, Graceland x Reader
Warnings: Fluff, angst, mentions blood, death, guns
You lay on your bed and sigh. The plan was flawless on paper. But in the field, not so much. You got shot in the arm, which nobody was happy about. You stand up and pull your suitcase from your closet. Paige walks past your room and stops.
"Where are you going," she asks, sitting at your desk.
"Since I can't do fieldwork, I figured I would use some leave and go back home," you tell her.
"You tell Briggs yet?"
"Once I'm packed I will."
You finish packing and find Briggs in the phone room.
"Hey, Ruzek. What's up," he asks.
"I'm heading home for a week or so. Is that alright?"
"Totally. You deserve a break."
"Thanks, Briggs!"
You head back to your room and text your brother.
You: coming home for a bit
Adam: how come?
You: case went sideways can you pick me up?
Adam: sure when?
You: tomorrow at 1
Adam: sounds good!
The following day, Mike drops you off at the airport.
"I'll be back in a few days," you say as he hands you your carry-on.
"I'll be here to pick you up. Just text me the details," he replies, pulling you in for a hug.
You land in Chicago a few hours later and the first thing your brother notices is the bandage on your arm.
"What the hell happened during that op," he asks, putting your bags in the back of his truck.
"I got shot, no biggie."
"Um, yes biggie. You're my sister and it's my job to take care of you."
"I have Charlie and Mike at the house to do that for you."
"My place or the firehouse?"
"Firehouse. Blake doesn't know I came home."
Adam drives to the station and you get out, saying you'll call him or get a taxi when you're ready to leave. You walk up the apron and see Hermann and Cruz talking.
"You two gossiping about me," you joke.
"What are you doing here, kid," Hermann asks, hugging you.
"Op went sideways and decided to come home for a week."
"Gallo's in the common area," Cruz says, giving you a side hug.
You head inside, acknowledging Squad at their table. Mouch is sitting on the couch with Tuesday in his lap, Brett and Casey are talking about something that ends up making her kiss him, Stella, Foster, and Ritter are sitting at the table, and your boyfriend is behind the stove, doing dishes.
"Hey, guys," you say, getting everyone's attention.
"What are you doing here," Blake asks, walking over to kiss you.
"What happened to your arm," Sylvie adds.
"I thought you were in L.A. for work," Stella says, confused.
The rest of the firehouse walk in for lunch and you explain why you're in Chicago.
"The house had an op that went sideways two days ago. Mike and I went in and found that the intel we had was bad. We were told that the suspect was unarmed and passed out when he was, in fact, neither of those things. He also had a bunch of friends with him. Mike and I shot two dead each. Briggs got a fifth while Paige and Charlie shot down two more. A ninth person shot me from behind a door and was taken down by Jakes."
"And you wonder why Adam worries," Casey points out.
"Like I told my brother, Charlie and Mike have that covered."
"I'm just glad you're alright," Blake says, kissing your temple.
"If I die, I will come back to life someway. Mike's smart like that."
"You mean he'll Frankenstein you," Severide asks, jokingly.
"Possibly," you say, taking a bite of your food.
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