What I Need- a Hank Voight Chicago PD fanfiction

Distracted

What was she thinking? Lana flipped through another stack of papers, trying to pay attention to what Antonio was asking her. It wouldn't do anyone any good showing up distracted.

She was the one determined to make it through here without forming attachments. They got you in trouble. Particularly with your boss.

Particularly with the boss you were sleeping with.

She was breaking her own rule and she wasn't sure how much more pathetic it got than that.

Antonio was perched on the corner of her desk, going over some financials with Lana when Erin and Jay came back in. They'd gone out with Voight a couple hours before and from the looks of things it hadn't gone well. Erin looked angry, that bone deep kind she reserved for when someone she loved was doing something stupid. Jay avoided looking at Antonio, and he hopped off of Lana's desk, concerned.

"What's up?"

Lana looked up then from her typing, watching Erin sigh before she responded.

"We got one in the cage."

Antonio drew back some, "Already? We just caught this case, how does he have a suspect?"

Jay dropped his jacket on his chair and sat down, hands lifting in a shrug. They all knew how Voight operated, or rather didn't actually know.

Antonio glanced down at Lana. She had been here a few weeks now, had learned quick that Voight pushes rules sometimes. But she hadn't been there, seen what they had all seen after Justin died. Voight hadn't blurred those lines. He had bulldozed them.

Lana was smart, did more than her share of work, but while she was nice enough, she didn't seem too interested in getting to know everyone. Maybe that was a good thing.

Voight got the job done, but he got people tangled up into things. The whole team had been involved in one cover-up or another at this point. Yeah it was to help eachother, watch eachother's backs. But maybe Lana would be better off staying on the outside of all of that.

He shook his head, hands dropping from his hips with a sigh. "You keep running those numbers for me, would ya?" he asked, glancing at Lana. It was really just his way of telling her to stay put while he tracked down Voight and figured out what was happening.

Voight met Antonio coming down the stairs, and ignored the blatant look in his eye. Antonio was a good cop and when it came down to it he stuck with them, but he never really liked what Voight had going on.

Voight just waved him back up the stairs. The rest of the team was waiting none too subtly and Voight faced them all.

He was fed up with everyone looking at him like he was gonna snap. Like he was somehow going to forget what happened to Justin if they didn't keep an eye on him. If they didn't keep it there at the back of their eye, that knowledge. His son is dead better watch what I say.

"We got a new case. Everything else goes on hold. Olinski got a call, friend of his wife is missing. Now it hasn't been 48 hours so there hasn't been a report but that scumbag I got down there saw an abduction happen. We find her. We bring her home." He scanned the room with a look that made it clear he wasn't gonna hear any objections.

His gaze landed on Lana, watching him with a direct focus. Hers was the only expression that didn't have something beneath it. No wariness. No sign of that frantic compassion he had choked against last night. Her gaze was waiting, and empty. He pointed to his door, "My office, Milani."

She followed him in without a word.

Voight dropped into his chair. Spinning it to face her, he settled back.