Chicago Intelligence (reader X Hank Voight)

Part 58

When the two of you arrive at the scene, you part ways. He wanders off to speak with a few other officers on sight, and you meet with Olinksy.

"What's the sitch?" You fold your arms.

"Bozo got shot, now we have to wait for the M.E. Monkeys to get out of the way so we can get some real work done." Al raises his voice towards the end of the sentence and shoots the examiner on the floor a look.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." You lean into him, laughing slightly. He shoots you a look, and folds his arms.

"Us 'Monkeys' are done." One of the Medical Examiners says, closing their case on the floor and standing up. "Don't get your hands too dirty, Detective." He adds.

The rest of the unit enters the room.

"What do we got?" Voight looks around the room.

"We found that the victim was living here by himself." Jay looks at the dilapidated furniture in the living room, now spattered in blood.

"M.E. is running specs on DNA found on him, said it'll be done in a few hours, tops." Kevin continues but your eyes drift over to Voight. He is standing there, eyes focused on Kevin. His hands are slid into his CPD vest.

"Well let's get on it! Buddy up and question the neighbors." Hank nods and heads outside. You follow behind him and Kim behind you.

"y/n, let's hit up these few houses." Kim says, pulling you in the opposite direction.

"Girl, what?" You raise your eyebrow at her as she pulls you far enough away that everyone is out of earshot.

"Adam and I are fighting again, I think it's finally done." She picks at the reddened cuticles on her thumb.

"Don't even say that. You'll work it out like you always do." You grab her arm.

"I don't think so. He stresses me out so bad sometimes." Kim looks past you at the few houses you have to hit up.

"Listen, let's knock these out and we'll head back to 21. You can just ignore him for the day." You sound rather reassuring.

"Right."

You both question the few houses and then head back to 21. You sit down at your desk, and click on the computer. Just as your screen lights up, Al comes up to your desk and unplugs the ethernet cable.

"What the fuck?" You question, a tone of sarcasm in your voice.

"What'd you find?" Al looks at the envelope on your desk and back at you.

"It was a gift." You cross your arms and lean back in your desk chair.

"From who?" He folds his arms.

You shake your head.

"I need it back." He whispers.

"Like hell!" Your voice raises a little.

"Sush!" He quiets you and pulls the envelope off your desk. He plugs your ethernet cable back in and walks away. You watch him sit back down at his desk and open one of his drawers and toss the folder in it, then slam it shut.

Voight comes into the bullpen, tapping his finger on your desk as he walks by, motioning you into his office. You get up and follow him in, closing the door behind you.

"What time do we have to leave for dinner tonight?" He asks, plopping down in his desk chair.

"She said six. But fashionably late is preferred." You cross your legs and lean back on the couch.