What I Need- a Hank Voight Chicago PD fanfiction

Pattern

It was a pattern neither of them meant to fall into. Professional, intentional distance at the job. His gaze never lingered, touch never found a reason to brush her own. It was like they were nothing to eachother. In truth, that's probably what they were. But twice more they had shown up at each other's door, sweated their way to some type of temporary peace.
They never talked, never held eachother and drifted off to sleep. Never wanted to. They got their fix and walked away.

Lana set her coffee on her desk with a yawn, feeling it straight through her abs, a keen reminder of the workout she had gotten last night.
The office was fairly dark. She was in almost a full hour before shift, but she wanted to get an early start and couldn't take one more minute staring at the ceiling.

The door to Voight's office opened and Lana started, her hand knocking into her coffee. She managed to snag it before it spilled all over her files. That was the last thing she needed.

"Nice save." Voight's voice almost held humor, and she sent him a sideways look as she moved a few folders out of the way and set her coffee down further away from her.
"Thanks." She hadn't expected him to be in yet. 

Clearly he hadn't been expecting her either. He cleared his throat. "You're in early."

"Yeah," Lana answered, gaze focused intently on her desk like it held her absolute attention, "Couldn't sleep."

She hadn't meant to admit that, especially not to him, but she had felt like she needed a reason for showing up so early and that was the first thing she could think of.

He huffed out something that sounded like a chuckle. For one second she wondered how this would go. If their touches actually meant something, if they were something real to eachother and found themselves alone in an empty office. Would he joke that he thought he had tired her out. Would he ask her why she had trouble sleeping?
Would he cross to her desk and kiss her good morning with that same dogged insistence he did everything with?

She shoved the thought away with almost physical force. What the hell was wrong with her? She cleared her throat.
"I was coming in to get some files organized but I can't seem to find some of the ones I need. They were from before my time here but they tied in to last weeks investigation and I wanted to update the information."
"You talking about the O'conner case?"
She nodded, and he seemed to deliberate. "Well," he crossed to Antonio's desk and stole his chair, pulled it in front of Lana's desk and sat down. "What do you wanna know."
They spent the next hour going over the holes in Lana's reports. Part of her wondered how much of this was him just keeping his story straight or reciting actual facts, but either way his mind was like a steel trap. He brought her up to date on everything. 

When Erin came in she slowed at the sight of Voight relaxed back in his chair next to Lana's desk, but the sergeant pushed to his feet without a word of explanation and slid Antonio's chair back in place.
"Morning Erin."
He moved back into his office as Erin set her bag on her desk. She sent Lana a questioning glance that the other woman either didn't see or ignored. Erin hummed to herself a little in thought before she got in to starting her day.

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Three weeks into her time here, Lana's lunch break was interrupted the sound of none too subtle voices arguing in the back. She looked up as Erin stormed out of Voight's office, cheeks red with anger and eyes flashing in a way that made everyone step back.
Voight was glaring after her, hands fisted in unbelievable frustration and not for the first time, Lana felt her curiosity spike.

This time after work, she accepted Burgess's offer to go out for a drink and headed down to Molly's after shift.
It was a blue bar, off duty officers and firemen seemed to fill every corner and she was pulled through several introductions. Severide was an eye full and she let her gaze linger, catching Burgess's eyeroll.
"Don't waste your time. He's a great guy, just a bit of a ladies man. Unless you're in to that sort of thing," she back pedalled, smile suddenly shy, "I just realized I don't even know what you're in to."
Lana laughed "He's cute, but he's not really my type."