Chicago Intelligence (reader X Hank Voight)

Part 3

It was the end of shift for the day. You and Mark pull into the district and head inside. You walk up the stairs, making your way to the locker room when you realize that Mark isn't behind you. You turn around looking for which way he went.

He was nowhere to be seen, you look at Platt and shoot her a confused look. She points to a young girl, with a baby on her hip.

You think to yourself, Mark never told me he had a kid, or a wife.

You turn back around and continue going up the stairs. You finally make it to your locker, changing out of your uniform and back into your "street clothes".  This was a pair of Black jeans that hugged your legs nicely, and a long sleeve black button down shirt. You finish buttoning the last few buttons, leaving the first 4 undone.

As you turn around and there was a taller man standing in the doorway. "Are you y/n?" Feeling startled, you reply shakily, "ye- yes I am."

The man comes into the light of the room and smiles. "Hi, I'm Jay. You might remember me from earlier at the crime scene?" Feeling a bit more relieved you smile back. "Oh yeah! Nice to formally meet you." you say as you look him up and down.

He looks at you with a straight face, "Voight wants to see you in his office." Jay then walks out of the room and disappears.

Your heart drops, your face flushes and you feel like you are going to throw up. You think for a minute. "Why does he want to see me?" you say to yourself outloud.

You throw your bag over your shoulder and slide your gun into your holster. Walking out of the locker room.  

At this point your thoughts are crowding your mind. Trying to push them out of your head and stay calm.  You reach Voight's office, the door is already open but you knock anyway. 

 "Detective Halstead said you wanted to speak to me, Sir?" You say as you stand in the doorway of his office.

Voight looks up from the file that was open on his desk, "Take a seat and close the door."   His voice was stern and rough. You sit in the chair across from him, fumbling with the strap of your bag.

"I wanted to speak with you about the case from earlier today." He says as you meet his eyes. "Yeah?" You say, as a confused look takes over your face.

"I would like you to stay and work with my unit for this case." Taken aback you ask "Are you sure, Sir?" Voight looks at you, "It isn't really an option. I've seen how you've been working over the past couple weeks. Honestly I think you could keep a spot up here, I do have an opening. But I need to see how you can handle this."

You feel your body tingle, did Voight just say he wants me to be in his unit?

You come back to reality, when Voight clears his throat. Shaking your head, you respond. "I would be more than happy to, Sir." He stands up and walks to the front side of the desk. Standing a couple of inches away from your leg.

Voight looks at you, crossing his arms. "If you are going to work for me, you don't have to be so formal." He follows that with a smile. You feel thousands of butterflies erupt in your stomach, seeing him smile.

"Okay" is all you say, with a slight laugh. Voight looks over you, noticing the 4 buttons on your shirt, undone. Biting his bottom lip, he stands up from leaning on his desk. You meet his eyes. "Alright Sir. See you tomorrow?" you say as you adjust your bag and stand up.

Voight looks over you one more time before responding to your question. "Yes, y/l/n" You turn around to smile at him before opening up the door. "Have a good night Sergeant." He looks at you, "Call me Voight." You nod. Voight winks at you before you walk out of his office.

The car ride home, feels like a split second.  The only thing on your mind was Voight.  

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