Listen to Her || A Chicago P.D. Fanfiction

12

A/N: The song being used in this chapter is 'Better Late Than Never' by Saint Asonia. The author does not own the song whatsoever. All credit goes to those who it belongs to. Lyrics will be in bold letters. Any changed words, to better suit this chapter, will be in brackets. Some lyrics may be left out.

"Hank."

A man's voice has Voight and Rodriguez looking to where it's coming from. They're seated in a small diner, near a window, eating away at their plates of breakfast.

"Morning, Al." Hank says with an amused expression.

Al looks at Danielle, who slightly waves at him before continuing eating her scrambled eggs.

"Yeah, it is. How come I wasn't invited?" Al asks in his usual soft-spoken voice.

"It was a last-minute thing. She hadn't eaten breakfast." Hank answers as he and Al watch as she takes a sip of her lemonade.

"Not a big breakfast person?" Alvin asks Danielle who shakes her head.

"Not really, but I guess I'll have to be with this job." She answers.

Hank scoots over on his side of the booth, the silent invitation for his friend to sit beside him getting accepted as Al occupies the spot.

"It'll be beneficial. Hey, have you ever tried Moroccan food?"

She slightly shakes her head.

"I found a good place that serves authentic Moroccan food. It's a bit far from here, but it's worth the drive to the other side of town. I'll take you one of these days."

"I'll be looking forward to it." She says with a very slight smile before starting to eat her hashbrowns.

"Where are you planning on moving?" Hank asks her with a curious expression.

"You're moving?" Al asks, tilting his head a tad to the right.

"Yes, out of Trudy's house." She answers him. "As for where, I'm not even sure, but I had already been looking at a couple of apartments." She then answers Hank.

"If you need something, we can help. We know some people." Al offers.

"Thanks." She softly says with a short nod.

She likes the fact that both men are now seeming to warm up to her, and she doesn't mind that she's also warming up to them. In some ways, their friendship reminds her of the relationship she has with her homies. It's all based on trust, respect, and loyalty.

"How're you feeling?" Al's question snaps her out of her thoughts.

"Fine." She answers, taking another drink of her lemonade while hoping the subject gets changed.

Her mind had kept her up almost all night, resulting in a miraculous 30 minutes of sleep. Both men don't press the subject, but they do give knowing looks to one another.

"So, any plans for your birthday?" Hank asks.

"Not really." She answers.

She wouldn't even know how to celebrate when she has this familiar weight pressing down on her chest.

"Would offering you my house as a party spot be considered?" Al asks, wanting to make her feel better.

It's quiet for a moment as she looks at him.

"I'll think about it." She answers, giving him a very slight smile.

...

Hanks sets his desk phone back on its small stand before looking at his best friend.