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

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A/N: The episode being used in this chapter is called 'We Don't Work Together Anymore'. This chapter will contain mature themes that may not be suitable for all readers.

He wondered if he already missed her as he kept his gaze on the ground while walking towards the office, but his feet abruptly stopped when his body sensed someone. Looking up, Hank found Danielle walking in the opposite direction to him.

He knew she was going to see Greg so he could equip her with the earpiece and hidden camera. Her gaze was locked on to what was ahead of her as her feet carried her with semi-quick strides, that is, until she was parallel with him, which is when he watched as her eyes shifted to glance towards his direction as her pace slowed.

Nothing in her facial features indicated that she was happy, or unhappy, to see him as their eyes briefly held contact. He was the first to blink and was left to watch her continue the walk down the hallway. He continued to walk as well, but not in the direction of the bullpen. Instead, his feet moved of their own accord as he tried to wrap his head around why he wasn't stopping himself from following her.

Soon, he reached the doorway of the locker room, entering with caution since he didn't hear or see anyone inside. This is where her eyes had silently beckoned him to follow, right? Or had he imagined it because he wanted to smooth things over?

As soon as he was fully past the door, it softly closed and locked behind him, catching him off guard. He was quick to turn around, and he visibly relaxed at seeing her standing against the wall with a slightly curious expression on her face.

"Is something wrong, Hank?" She asked, but they both knew the question was rhetorical. His eyes focused on the ground as he slipped his hands into his jacket pockets before shrugging his shoulders. "I once told you that if you ever lie to me, I will know." She reminded him.

Silence surrounded them, and when he continued to keep silent, she softly exhaled before closing the gap between them. She leaned against the first row of lockers, tilting her head to look up at him. He shifted his weight as he adjusted his stance so he could be fully facing her.

"I'm sorry about paying for our meals the other evening." She apologized.

"Don't..." He wasn't sure what he was about to say, but that's all that came out. Tiredly, he ran one hand over his face as he mentally scolded himself for not having it together, "I'm sorry." He finally managed to speak.

"What for? I clearly embarrassed you, and-"

"Did you and Al have dinner yesterday?"

'Why did I say that?' He mentally scolded himself again as silence surrounded them.

"We had dinner, yes." She confirmed, wondering why his jaw clenched slightly.

"Well, I don't care what you do with him." He was quick, too quick, to falsely state, and he felt like he had just made a fool of himself.

That's when it dawned on her as to what he could be getting at. "It seems like you do." She stated with a casual shrug of her shoulders, wanting to see if he would admit his jealousy.

It was quiet between them as he stared at her, the deepness of each inhale becoming slower as he comes to terms with the fact that there is only one way to make his actions right. "Okay, let's say that I do. Let's say that these past few months, I have felt the need to prove myself to you every time you finish being around Alvin." He finally spoke, his voice quiet as he avoided looking at her. "What would you say to that?"

Her eyes scanned his face, noticing how he quietly gulped. "Hm. I'd say," He watched her shoes step forward, carrying her towards himself until she stood inches away, "That you're probably jealous." She answered, hoping he couldn't hear the pounding of her heart in her chest.