Chicago Intelligence (reader X Hank Voight)

Part 2

The end of your first uneventful shift rolls around and Mark pulls back into the district parking lot. Getting out, you follow Mark up the stairs and into the main lobby. You both walk up to the desk, "hello Sergeant" you both say practically in unison. Platt nods at the both of you, while you sign in.

Mark leads you to a board with multiple cubbies for each squad car's radio. While you're unclipping the walkie from the front of your vest, you see that familiar face from this morning.

This time he greets Sergeant Platt, "Hey Trudy.." His voice is deep and raspy. "We finished this case." He slides a yellow folder across the counter. Sergeant Platt grabs it and walks to the filing cabinet, placing it in one of the many drawers. Mark notices you staring at the older man who was walking up the stairs. "Yeah, that's Voight. He runs Intelligence." You nod slowly and follow Mark upstairs into the locker room.

You change out of your uniform and back into your black jeans and dark green button down shirt. Placing your Glock back in your holster, you see a new face walk into the locker room. He is wearing a knit hat and has a moustache that turns into a goatee.

You nod at him, acknowledging him. He looks at you for a minute then continues to open his locker. You pull your bag out and sling it over your shoulder. You walk out of the room and back down the stairs and start the drive back to your apartment.

Making it back home, you start to cook dinner. Filleted chicken breast with pesto. Feeling like you deserve it, you open up the fridge and grab a Coors Light from the bottom shelf. Drinking it while you flip the chicken and heat the pesto. You plate a nice piece of crispy darkened chicken, with a layer of pesto and mozzarella cheese.You start to eat dinner, all by yourself.

You click on the T.V. But something else was on your mind. You couldn't get Voight off of your mind ever since you saw him earlier today. His dark eyes, short hair and deep voice. You feel yourself blush, hard. You catch yourself before you start to take those thoughts a little too far.

You finish eating and clean up the mess in the kitchen. It was getting late and you decided to go to bed for the night because you had to get up early again tomorrow to work the first shift again.

**ABOUT A WEEK LATER**

You woke up later than usual so you felt a bit more rushed. Throwing your hair into a high, tight bun and brushing your teeth you practically run to your car, driving to the station. Somehow, you manage to make it there on time.

You head inside and upstairs to change into your uniform. You throw on a black thermal layer underneath your blue shirt. The collar of the shirt had "C.P.D." embroidered on it. You slide your gun into the holster and velcro your vest.

Rushing out of the locker room, you felt a bit distracted. Thoughts of Voight started to crowd your head. You haven't even talked to him once, yet you couldn't stop thinking about him. 

You walk past the same older man with a knit cap and goatee and this time he stops you. "I'm sorry. I didn't catch your name?" You look up meeting his eyes. You giggle "My name is y/n y/l/n. and you are?" He looks over your uniform and replies with "I'm Olinksy. Alvin Olinsky." you nod and smile slightly.

He continues to walk the opposite direction as you and you head down the stairs. You meet Mark after grabbing a radio and clipping it onto your vest. Mark greets you and leads you out to the squad car. You two head out to the same area you were patrolling yesterday. But it was a rather slow morning.

It was almost 1:00pm and you felt your stomach rumble slightly. You shift in your seat, trying to find a more comfortable way to sit. Mark looks over at you "are you hungry? Because I sure am." You nod "Oh my God. I thought you would never say something. I'm starving!" He drives to a sub shop, about 6 minutes away. You order your usual; a turkey and cheese with rosemary parmesan bread.

Mark pulls off into a side street that hides the squad car just enough so that people who are speeding won't see you. After 5 minutes of you staring off and not saying anything. Mark looks at you, "Okay. What is on your mind? You've been acting like this all day!" You try to shrug it off. "Im just tired." He looks at you, "I'm not buying that. Something is bothering you." You look at him after taking the last bite of your sandwich. "Alright. You know that guy, Voight?" He lifts an eyebrow, "yeah?" You rub your eyes and turn to Mark; "What's his deal?" Mark looks at you shaking his head, "I don't know. He's just quiet and reserved." You nod and smirk a little.

A few silent moments pass and your radio goes off.

Dispatch: "2113? I have a store owner saying he has a 211 in progress" 

You quickly key in and reply; "2113 on pursuit, ETA 3 minutes"

Mark flips on the siren and pulls out into traffic, flying to the scene of the robbery. You both jump out of the car and run inside, weapons drawn. You secure the front of the store, finding the store owner, dead on the floor. You holler to Mark, who is clearing the other room; "I got a body." Mark finishes clearing the store. "They're gone." He looks around seeing the mess of display cases knocked over and the cash register open with no money inside. Mark calls for the forensics team and the medical examiners.

Soon the sight of the scene was crowded with many different Crime Scene Photographers and the Medical Examiner team preparing to take the body to be examined.

Behind you, you hear a familiar voice. It was Voight, followed by the rest of his unit. You and Mark greet Voight. Mark then takes Voight through the scene; "They came in here" Mark points to the shattered door. "..and ransacked the place." Voight looks over at you, standing next to Mark. you shoot a reassuring smirk at him.

You feel yourself instantly regret that smirk. Feeling a little off your game. You help Mark finish explaining the scene. "I found the store owner, dead over here." You point behind the counter. Detective Halstead then cuts you off. "We need to find out who did this and soon."

You were standing over to the side next to Mark, when you looked over at Voight, catching him looking at you. He noticed that you saw him and turned to Olinksy. "Ok, I need Halstead and Lindsay to talk to witnesses, Atwater and Dawson- look at security cameras and Olinksy and I will check the gang database to see if there is any relation."

Was Voight really looking at you? You felt your heart flutter and butterflies hatch in your stomach. Mark then interrupts your thoughts. "We should head back to the district." You nod and head back to the squad car.