y/n just graduated the police academy and applied to become an officer for the Chicago Police Department. After landing the job at the 21st precinct, you catch a glimpse of the sergeant of the Intelligence Unit.
I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY CHARA...
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(TW: mentions of guns)
Hanks eyes dart over to you sitting on the couch.
You meet his eyes, realizing who was standing at the door. You jump off the couch and slip into the next room standing out of sight.
"Al? Come in." Hank says opening the door wider and letting him inside.
""Whose car is outside?" Al says standing next to Voight.
"Oh, the neighbors. Sometimes they park in front of my house." Hank says, scanning the room for you.
"Ah, okay." Al says as he stands against the wall. "So earlier when I was leaving and y/n was in your office." He says.
"Yeah, she was giving me her case report." Hank says.
"Hank, I think she's got feelings for ya." Al says, not looking up from the ground.
"Oh my God, I hope not." Hank says, making a disgusting face.
You can see both of them from where you are standing, seeing Voight makes that face makes you uneasy.
"I think so. I tried to say something a few days ago, but she looked surprised." Al says.
"I'm seriously doubting it. She came in yesterday with a huge hickey, didn't she?" Hank says.
"Hank, just be careful. You put her in your unit pretty quickly." Al says, running his fingers through his moustache.
"If she does, nothing is going to happen anyways. I don't tolerate that at all." Hank says shaking his head.
Trying not to laugh, you cover your mouth with your hand.
"I really hope she doesn't, for her sake." Al says as he walks over to the door.
Hank walks over to the door with him and opens it.
"Thanks Al. I'll keep an eye on it." Hank says as Al walks out of the door and walks down the front porch steps.
Hank stands in the doorway, watching Al get into his car and pull down the street. After seeing him leave, Hank closes the door and walks into the living room.
"Where did you go?" He says with a smile.
You step out from behind the desk and walk into the living room.
"There you are." Hank says, walking over to you.
He lifts up his hand and slides it behind your ear and pulls you into a soft kiss.
He pulls away after a few seconds. "y/n. You know I didn't mean what I said when I was talking to him, right?" Hank says, still resting his hand behind your ear.
