A Chicago PD Au fanfiction | Hollow

Sixteen

A/N okay so I don't really have any good ideas and because I want to update relativly fast, I'll have to do a little time jump. I know that's really boring and maybe "unprofessional" but live with it.

-Voight's pov-

It'll be Jennifers first day today. She's had a week of rehab and now she is fully recovered. I'm not going to let her into the unit yet, she's not ready for it even if she think so. I know the feeling, you always think you're ready but you're not. The day you don't feel ready, you are ready.

The road I'm currently driving on has a speedlimit of 55 m/h but I'm going slighly above 70.  So basically everything is alright.

I park at my normal parking and walk it, Trudy and I say hello to each other. It's a normal monday morning. When I get upstairs there is already a coffee on my desk. There is no note to let me know who the buyer is yet one sniff tells me it's my favourite, only two people know my favourite taste, Jennifer and Erin. Hardly anyone is here yet, but Atwater is here, so is Al. I turn my attention back to the cup. It's a venti, tall, frothy and still hot.

Jennifer comes up the stairs, she's not wearing a jacket and her shoes aren't wet. It's late winter and still kind of cold outside. By that I can tell Jennifer has been here for at least ten minutes. Not to mention, she is carrying two other cups. There's a warm steam coming from both of them. Jennifer seem to be so exited and yet she don't know the only thing I'll give her today is a paper and some crayons.

The missing girl case is put on hold, we let go of Cal because we didn't have anything on him but in the end it all ended up with him being in the center of our focus. Though he had already disappeared by that time. He's now on our wanted list and his picture can be seen at every airport, busstaion and many other places. Happily we found the girl, she was okay.

"Good Morning" She says. Stopping me at the door to my office by leaning against the doorframe.

"Morning" I reply without any meaning at all.

I try to walk out from my office but she doesn't move, but when she realize she's doing wring, she move.

"How are you?" She ask happily. Even though I should be the one asking her.

"What?" I say. Here it's enough with a 'good morning'

"How are you doing?" She ask, like I'm dumb or something.

God, Jennifer is way to happy today, maybe she really believe she's going to get a job today. It really will break her heart, but that's life, she got to learn that.

"Are you my doctor or something?" I tell her. Still, 'good morning' is fine.

"No, I mean, it's just something you say" She reply. She sound confused.

"Well, here it's enough with good morning" I say, sounding slightly mad.

"Well I could say go fuck yourself-" She say but I cut her of.

"Yeah if you're a kid"

That's the end of that conversation, she says no more and disappear down the stairs. We've learned a new thing today. Unless someone's hurt or in the need of a question, we just say 'good morning'.