one chicago one shots

Linstead

Erin's pov:

My head was spinning as a lay still, I hated these days more then anything. My stomach was growling angrily but I couldn't move, I just lay there, on our bed, praying for sleep to overtake me. I let out a pained whimper, I was on my period. Voight had given me the week of when I threw up; he doesn't like to talk about these things so I couldn't explain the situation.

I was in so much pain that I failed to notice the figure standing in the doorway. Slowly, Jay approached, wrapping his arms around me, giving a confused look when I whimpered again, "not now, Halstead", I whispered, shaking due to the pain as tears stung at my eyes.
"are you okay baby?", he asked, genuinely sounding concerned.
"I'm on my period", I explained, biting my lip as another wave of pain washed over me, it was agonising. Without saying anything else, jay fled to the kitchen, only to return a few minutes later with a hot water bottle and one of his shirts, "here baby, take these", he handed me the items before continuing, "I'm going out to get some food, okay? What do you want? It's your choice today", he spoke with a quiet voice. how did I get so lucky to have someone as understanding as him?
"fredagine Alfredo please", I murmured, another wave of pain washing over me as I realize just how hungry I really was. With that Jay headed out to get ingredients for dinner, he was too sweet. What did I do to deserve someone like him?

My thoughts raced, all the bad things I've done, all the love I felt, I didn't deserve him. My thoughts were interrupted by a small knock on the bedroom door as Jay pushed it open with his foot, holding two trays in his arms as he brought them over to the bed. I inspected the dishes further; there was a large bowl of fredagine alfredo, a platter of garlic bread, some bacon and dry toast and a mug of coffee. The other tray had a banquet of deserts and ice cream on it, "you trying to fatten me up Halstead?", I questioned jokingly, throwing him a weak grin.
"maybe I a am, or maybe I just want to enjoy a week of with you. I'm of duty all week now, Voight thinks we have a sickness bug", he chuckled, damn he was perfect.
We snuggled up in bed, sharing the meals as we watched Brooklyn nine nine. This was perfection. 

sometimes i wonder i got so lucky to get someone like halstead. i remember when we were just partners, he was still just as sweet and caring...

*flashback*

at the district...

my head was spinning and my stomach was in knots, it felt like someone was sitting on my stomach whilst repeatedly punching me. basically, i was in agony. i clenched my eyes shut as the next wave of agony washed over me, biting my  lip slightly at the pressure in abdomen. i was to fixated on the pain to notice halstead standing nearby, staring me down. "what d'you want, halstead?", i questioned harshly, trying to act tough through the waves of pain and nausea. i could practically feel his eyes burning into my skin as he stared, unshaken by my pained tone. "what going on with you, erin? you look pale an shaky. plus,  you go to the bathroom every  3 hours!", he hastily  replied, his concern filling the void of silence between us. i cut him off before he could start again, running to the nearest trash can and dry heaving into it for a few minutes. i jumped slightly when i felt hands on my back, circling my spine and attempting to reassure me. i felt relief wash over me as i realised that it was halstead. "so... i figured out what's going on", he informed me. i glanced his was, my eyes fixated on the items in hand. he held a variety of items in a small bag...

chocolate, tampons, pads, sweets, crisps, donuts... and coffee!

i thanked him sincerely, unable to help the grin that fell over my face as i ate happily. i thoroughly enjoyed munching away on my snacks. i could get used to this...