Chicago PD || Fan-fiction

Playing Tough Guy: Chapter 11

A/N: It's Jesse Lee Soffer's birthday, so here is a long chapter to celebrate! P.S. I did a lot of research on gangs for this chapter, all the gangs talked about are real gangs either from the show or from real life Chicago: but every person and name used are made up.

I don't know how long I stood there after Jay left, but my brain was so overloaded with my own thoughts, moving didn't seem possible. Lets just recap everything that has happened in the past 24 hours, I found out that my father isn't actually my father, I got in a big fight with Jay, I was held at gunpoint and, most recently, my new partner just gave me the best kiss of my entire life.

Seriously, how selfish is he? He burst in here, looking all macho man, pushed me up against a locker and kissed me so hard my head spun, then he just left! What the hell?

I splash some water on my face, praying whatever just happened isn't obvious to everyone. When I walk out of the locker room, I am relived to find that no eyes are on me. I glance at Jay, who has his nose buried in a case file. As if he feels my gaze on him, he looks up and meets my gaze, smiling at me. I feel my face heat up and I scurry past his desk.

For the next few minutes, I get some peace as I work on the case report, but soon Voight gives Jay and I a task. "Halstead, Hudson, go make the proper notifications." He says, I nod and head for the stairs, not bothering to wait for Jay.

When we make it to the truck, I don't give a chance to even buckle his seat belt before I explode. "What the hell was that Halstead?" I question.

He looks amused, "I don't know."

"You don't know?" How do you not know?" I snap.

"I was upset okay? We fought last night and then that guy almost killed you, I was over emotional and it just happened. I'm sorry." He says genuinely.

"It's fine, lets just not let it happen again, okay?"

He nods, "Deal," a few seconds pass by before he smirks, "You liked it didn't you?"

I roll my eyes, "Shut up."

Telling a parent or sibling that their family member is dead is never easy, but the current situation makes this especially difficult. Here Jay and I are, telling the mother of the man that held me at gun point and that Jay sniped down, that he is dead. It's hard every time there is a shootout or we have to put someone down, I personally only have a few kills under my belt, but I've been involved in tons of shootouts, thanks to working in the gang unit for so many years. It's one thing I've trained myself not to think about, because even if they were the scum of the earth, someone loved them.

Jay and I take a little time to console the woman before saying our goodbyes. We jump in the truck and are heading back towards when a call comes through the radio.

"All units be advised: Reports of shots fired at 1246 West Avenue."

I look up and see that we are only 3 blocks away. Jay must be thinking the same thing, because he signals his radio, "5021 George responding, we are 3 blocks out." Jay flips his sirens on before flying through the next intersection.

When we get to the house, Jay and I get out, staying low with our guns raised as we make our way to the front door. I press my back against the house and Jay pounds on the door. "Chicago PD," he yells before kicking the door in. Hot. No.

He lets me take the lead, I enter first making my way into the front room, "Clear," I yell before signally Jay to check the kitchen, I follow behind him, staying back against the wall, when he yells clear, I turn and head down the hallway. I push open the next door and see blood everywhere, followed by a dead man. "Body." I yell and Jay comes in behind me, we quickly clear the rest of the one story house and by the time we make it back to the bathroom, Voight is waiting on us to update him.