Into Folklore | W. Halstead

I Heart Work

Olivia is good at her job. Probably the most arrests under her sergeant, second cleanest record from day one, and as morally correct when it comes to policing as she could be. She was good. Her CI's were never done wrong, always properly supported and she prided herself on that.

She was proud to be one of the good police officers that actually did shit right in Chicago. Even if sometimes her calls seemed wrong to the other people on her team. "Alright, I think he's having some kind of issue so why don't I, have a good conversation with him and we pick this up later?"

The informant to her right was paling the longer the two stood in front of the drug dealer behind the abandoned building off of Halsted. Why he was getting squirrely she didn't quite know but her senses were tingling to call this off at the moment so she did the best she could.

Daniel, the man holding about 3 kilos of drugs in the trunk of his car at that exact moment, squinted at them. "One more chance. If you don't fuck with us, don't waste my time," He sent a glare at the girl, who was currently wearing some simple jeans and a white t-shirt to give way that she wasn't someone she wasn't.

Ironic right? Olivia nodded, her hand clasping to Zachary's, her CI's, shoulder. "No doubt. Sorry to do that today." She pulled him back with her turning heel and going to her car. Once in it she drove away, waiting until they were about halfway back to the district to say anything.

"What was that? You looked like you were going to throw up all over the guy." She pulled to the side of the road, turning to face the man in her passenger seat. He shook his head, sweat still visible on his forehead.

Of course to him he was fine. "I wasn't. We could have done the deal, I don't know why you pulled it."

"I pulled it, because you were acting like you were hiding something. Zach, you've never had problems with this before, why now?" The two had worked together about three years now, nothing ever falling through. "Is it because of Marisspicklesa? Cause Zachary you know she's safe. And if you really want after this that can be it."

The only difference between day 1 and now was the daughter the man now had. One he would like to live freely to see grow up. His lack of response made Olivia nod, "Alright, look. She's safe. Nobody knows you work with us, with me. All you have to do is get through this and when you get your piece, we can work on cutting you lose."

It wasn't an offer that was given regularly. Most of the time CI's were used until they couldn't give anymore. At least by those that thought of them as nothing more than a pawn in the game of the Chicago crime scene. Not Olivia. If she thought they wanted out, and they'd done enough to cover what they had originally been offered she'd do it.

Zachary was only on some drug charges that he worked off well into his first year working for her. So if he needed out for his kid then so be it, Olivia could find someone else that could work for her and wouldn't freak out over it.

"You'd do that?"

"Yeah of course I would. Get out here, I'm heading back to the station and your place is only like a block from here," She unlocked the doors, letting the man get out with a brief wave before making the last ten minute drive to the district.

Remember the mention of her teammates thinking her decisions weren't right? Yeah, the look on Voight's face as she came up the stairs was a dead giveaway that he was in fact not happy with her. "Montgomery. A word?"

None of what he was going to say was unknown to the others in the bullpen. Pretty much all of them had been on the receiving end of one Hank Voight's scoldings. Olivia is probably about the middle most. Not the most but definitely not the least either.