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

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"The man standing at the door is Commander Jonathan Smith." Greg says, being able to see the Narcotics Commander standing near the main entrance, which is where Danielle is walking towards.

Gerwitz had Rodriguez show up early to the office. Being that she chose to wear a plain black hoodie, black jeans, and a pair of sneakers, he equipped the hoodie's drawstring hole with a tiny hidden camera. Next was the tiny earpiece currently sitting in her left ear. Once he made sure he could see and hear everything, she left before the others arrived so she wouldn't get nervous about being alone on her first undercover case.

"Miss Rodriguez, I'm Commander Jonathan Smith. It's nice to meet you." The Commander tells her before they shake hands as she thanks him for having her. "I trust you were informed of what to do. If you need anything, please let me know. I'm here to help you." He says very softly as they make their way to the front desk, getting her ready with believable Narcotics credentials to make her seem legit.

Once they enter the tall building, she spots a man behind the front desk, who straightens his posture upon seeing Smith. "This is desk Sergeant Noland Herbert." He introduces the desk Sergeant to her, both shaking hands and smiling at each other.

"I'm here to help you out." Herbert quietly tells Rodriguez with a small smile.

"Thank you, Sergeant." The sniper says with a small smile before she follows Smith to a meeting room in the back of the building.

"Before you meet my Unit, I've already assigned you a weapon you'll be using for your week here. They know we're getting a new person added to the team, but don't know that you're a sniper. Oh, and my Unit consists of all males. Will that be a problem for you?" Smith asks in a whisper as he stops her before they get any closer to the room.

"It's not a problem at all, Commander." She answers softly.

Smith proceeds to take her into the meeting room, and they're met with 10 men sitting at a large round table. Their chatter noticeably comes to a stop and their heads turn to look at the doorway.

"Commander, good morning." One of the men says, quickly standing up, prompting the rest to follow.

"The man who just spoke is Sean Howard, leader of Smith's Unit. The man to his left is Leo Walter, the man to the right is Noah Ramirez, and if you look slightly to your left, the man with a small scar on his chin is Norman Posh." Greg's voice informs Danielle through the earpiece as she looks at the carpeted floor for a moment.

Her heart begins pounding in her chest, and slight nervousness from very early this morning begins resurfacing. Taking a slow gulp, she looks up again, this time making sure her deadpan expression won't waver.

"You'll have to keep an eye on them. They're the ones the desk Sergeant is suspecting of taking money for themselves." Mouse adds.

"Boys, this is our new Agent and sniper, Danielle Rodriguez. She's coming all the way from Texas." Smith introduces her to his team.

Her eyes flick across each of them, but they stop on Howard, who has his head slightly tilted before he straightens it. The team makes a line near the door, each man introducing themselves to her along with a firm handshake.

"Make her at home, won't you?" Smith asks him, being he's the last one

"Of course." He says with a small nod.

Without saying anything, he walks right out of the room, and with the impatient way he looks back at her, Rodriguez gently excuses herself from Smith to follow Howard. He, Walter, Posh, and Ramirez, show her the way to the locker room.

"This'll be your locker, right next to mine." Howard tells her, pointing to an open locker.

She thanks him, and the four men watch as she sets her work bags inside of the locker.