‘ ‘ Imagine you havo to go undercover with Antonio and he takes it a bit too seriously. ’ ’
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hey :) would you write a story where antonio and the reader have to go undercover just for a night and they have to play a couple and antonio is taking it a little bit too literally ;)
’’ Requests are always open.
“ You go in, you give a look at the ledger and you come out. It should be easy, though there are guards so you have to sidestep them. ”
At first, it seemed easy. You, Antonio, Jay and Erin undercover in a strip club. Erin would distract the guards with Jay, you and Antonio would enter Gleeson’s office and did what you had to do. For the undercover mission, you and Erin were sisters and Antonio your boyfriend, Jay Erin’s. You were there to spend a night of pure fun.
“ All right, eyes open and let’s make it quick. ” Jay said as he held the door open for you, Antonio and Erin. When you entered the club, your ears were filled with loud music. The strippers were seductively dancing around their poles, strobe lights were flashing in every corner of the club. You and Erin shared a look before she and Jay went to do their part. You felt Antonio’s arm slipping around you hip and his lips brushing your ear.
“ You’re stunning tonight. I’ve never seen you wear that little purple dress on other undercover missions. ” his tone was playful yet seductive. In fact, for tonight you dressed particularly well. When Voight told you you were going undercover with Antonio, to say you were excited was an understatement. Let’s just say you had a little crush on the detective since you joined the Intelligence Unit.
“ Shut up. ” you said with a little smile before you heard Jay talking from the earbud.
‘ You’re up. ‘
You shared a look with your partner before starting to making your way through the loud croud. At this point, you started you little act. Antonio held you against his side laughing and you giggled, walking erractically. You entered Gleeson’s office like if you were going to have fun in that room. But your fun was bringing justice in this corrupted city. You closed the door behind you, pointing the desk to Antonio.
“ All right, you find the ledger, I take a look at the room. Guys, keep them busy as long as you can. ”
“ When did you become so bossy? ” Antonio smirked, while searching for the ledger. You smirked in return.
“ You like it. ” you spent the next five minutes looking for something to inciminate the bastard but you found nothing. Then, you heard Erin’s voice through the earbud.
’ They’re coming back. You don’t have time to go out, they’ll see you. Hide, there’s Gleeson too. ‘
You looked around you for a place to hide but you didn’t find anything. The clock was ticking.
“ Come here, I have an idea. ” Antonio said before pushing you roughly on the desk and attacking your lips. The kiss was completely unexpected, you felt his hands wandering on your thighs, under you little dress. Just before Gleeson could enter, you started to kiss him back just as passionately. He was faking it, true, but damn.
“ What the fuck are you doing in my office? ” someone barked, and you parted immediatly, caught in the act. You faked shame, biting your lower lip while you standed on your feet and fixed you dress. Antionio scratched his neck.
“ Just making out with my girl. Sorry man. ” he said with an apologetically smile. Gleeson snorted.
“ Get out of here. ” he said irritated and you almost ran out of the office laughing. When you were out of earshot, you looked at Antonio.
Warnings: Mention of Sexual Assault, mention of death
Summary: The team are in a crime scene and hell breaks lose
Author’s Note: Considering writing part 2? It’s probably going to be the dinner scene. If you want a part 2 let me know!
Requests are opened
The first few weeks working in intelligence was chaotic, but
coming from the very problematic narcotic unit, it wasn’t something Y/N couldn’t
handle. Even though she knew Rusek and Atwater from the academy, being the new
girl wasn’t easy.
Y/N was transferred by Voight requests, but only he and Halstead
and Rusek knew the real reason of her sudden move of unit. Narcotic was dark
and ruthless; they didn’t care for justice, they only cared for money and
power. Y/N was the only woman in the unit and at first she wasn’t worried about
it, but when the hands of the sergeant had gripped on her wrist and pushed her
up against her desk; she knew it was trouble. No one else was in the office,
but her cries weren’t enough for someone to hear down the hall. His dirty hands
tore her jeans open as his lips sank into her tore up white shirt.
When all the sudden Detective Halstead and Rusek had barged
in the office right after they heard Y/N’s cries and pleads. It was a casualty;
they were only there to get some information about a drug dealer, but they
found something else. The sergeant had pushed her aggressively from his tight
grasp as the two men had rushed in with their weapons in hand. The situation
spoke for itself, Y/N was thrown on the floor with her clothes ripped open
while a stream of tears ran down her cheeks as the sergeant stood only a few
feet away from her. If it wasn’t for them, God knows what could’ve happened.
Months had passed since the incident in Narcotics, but
nothing was stopping her from going further into her career. “Good morning.”
Y/N smiled happily as she walked in the office with her usual cup of coffee in
hand. Voight nodded back at her as he quickly got in his own office to settle
down his things as Erin sat on the corner of Y/N’s desk, waiting for her.
“Good morning to you, you look way happy today.” Erin
teased, knowing the reason behind her glowing smile. “How was it last night?”
“I thought that by the fourth date he would’ve dropped the
gentlemen act, but mija he’s amazing.” Y/N began as she settled her things on
her desk. “I invited him over tonight for dinner and I’m nervous as heck.”
“Nervous for what? Another date with mysterious man?”
Halstead interrupted, stealing Y/N’s coffee and sitting on his desk across
hers. Y/N protested for her stolen coffee but she knew he wasn’t going to give
it back anytime soon. “It’s been what? Five months? We need to meet the guy and
have a few drinks together.”
“Talking about your boyfriend?” Rusek joined in the conversation
as the rest of the team had already filled up their usual spot in their desks. Y/N
rolled her eyes at them as they kept talking on how they needed to meet her boyfriend.
Their teasing only lasted a few minutes before Voight had
interrupted with a new case. Arriving at the scene, it was full of reporters,
neighbors and a sea of cops surrounding the area. It was all about a gang war,
two men that belonged to one of the gangs laid flat on his chest lifeless with
his gun still in hand while the other only laid on his back a few feet away
from his partner. The rest of the gang members had driven away once the rain of
bullets had stopped. Only leaving a tragedy with families aching over the loss
of their children who were just innocently playing with each other when the
heartless gang members had decided to take their lives.
“I hate these types of days.” Y/N admitted as she stood
beside Erin while the forensic team were working on the scene. Erin nodded in
agreement as she was too scared to speak up with a knot on her throat. From a
far, Voight stood with the state’s attorney’s office, Peter Stone and Antonio
Dawson. Y/N ran her fingers through her tangled hair as she avoided Dawson’s
eyes from the other side of the crime scene. She didn’t want to be too obvious.
“He should keep the staring a minimal if he doesn’t want
anyone to suspect a thing.” If Erin had noticed, she couldn’t imagine who would
notice as well. “He’s the one who wanted to keep the relationship private, at
least he could pretend he doesn’t know you a bit better.” She added, nudging
Y/N with her shoulder for her to leave the topic as Jay jogged over to the
“I guess the state’s attorney’s office has an open case with
one of the gang members who was killed. He got bailed out- “
“And now he’s dead.” Y/N finished for him, crossing her arm
as the chilly Chicago wind hit her all of the sudden. “I’m going to get my
jacket from the car.” She walked away from both Jay and Erin as she made it
towards the tinted car across the across the street. Her eyes roamed the crowd
as she spotted a mysterious beaten up car coming their way rapidly. It’s when
she saw the guns being pointed towards the crown that she reacted. “Everyone
down!” She shouted, removing her gun from her side as the other cops in scene
tried to shoot back at the upcoming car.
“Y/L/N! Move!” Voight shouted when the car wouldn’t stop.
She knew the speeding car would crash into hers and Voight’s van since their
cars were the ones blocking the crime scene. The car only increased its speed
as the passenger had switch for a bigger and longer weapon. “Shit.” Y/N cursed,
as she tried to find cover somewhere else that wasn’t her own car.
With her head down, she looked for cover but the only place
she could run to was on the other side and it was basically suicide. Opening
the back door of the car, she stood on the edge of the seat as she placed her
elbows on the top of the car as she tried to shoot the tires of the car before it
caused anymore mayhem.
She could hear her team shouting from a far for her but she managed
to shoot the left tire of the front of the car, only for the car to lose
control and crash into a fire hydrant a few feet away from her. A group of cops
had run over to trashed car, surrounding it as the two men stepped out of the
car with their hands up. Her heart was hitting against her chest rapidly as the
adrenaline washed away slowly from her veins. She knew the amount of trouble
she was in, but she ran her shaking hand through her hair as she was still
standing on the passenger’s seat.
“Are you insane?” Dawson had grabbed Y/N by her waist and
pulled her down to her feet. She acted recklessly and she knew it, but she didn’t
need to be told off, especially him. “I swear to God; Y/N you are going to kill
yourself one day or someone else if you keep doing these foolish things.” He
continued to argue as his hands were still placed on her waist.
“And you’re the one to talk.” Y/N angrily barked back,
removing his hands off her as she caught the rest of the team staring at them
“How do they know each other?” Jay questioned, as Rusek and
“You guys are idiots.” Erin rolled her eyes, knowing they
would catch on at any moment. When Antonio caressed Y/N’s cheek before pulling
apart, the guys looked over at Erin in realization of what Dawson and Y/N had.
“I’ll see you later tonight?” Dawson sighed defeated, he
didn’t want to argue in front of his old team as they made their way towards
them. Y/N thought about it, she wanted to cancel but she simply nodded quietly.
“Don’t do any more reckless things, please.” He pleaded, pressing a quick kiss
on to her temples.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on her.” Erin reassured
Dawson, resting her back on the car. After saying all his goodbyes, Antonio
left in his own car with Peter on the passenger seat waiting for him. “I hope
you make it alive tonight for your dinner date because Voight is boiling.” Erin
pointed out, as an angry Voight marched his way towards Y/N.
Her first time disobeying orders, and she was sure that Voight
was going to scold her for the rest of that case.
Can you do an Antonio Dawson one where the reader is younger than Antonio and he feels insecure about it? (-:
I sure can :)
I’ve actually thought about writing something like this before….
When you woke up that morning, you found the bed empty.
You sighed, usually Antonio wasn’t a morning person and you practically had to drag him out of bed. But lately he’d been getting up and leaving for work way before you even woke up.
At first you thought it was just because of his new job, but that was until you ran into Anna and Stone while you were grabbing coffee and they said they were only required to be in at the office before 8:30 if they were called.
So you couldn’t understand what in the world Antonio was doing. You thought that maybe he was boxing but he doesn’t take his kit with him.
So that night you decided to corner him and find out what the hell his problem was.
“I’m home,” you heard him yell accompanied by the sound of a door opening and closing.
You walked out of your bedroom and tried to give him a hug, which he sort of dodged.
“Antonio,” you said, feeling even more hurt, “what’s going on with you?”
“What do you mean?” he asked nonchalantly while putting the kettle on for coffee.
“I mean,” you said, leaning against the counter and crossing your arms, “you’ve been avoiding me for the past few weeks! And every time I try to hug you or god forbid kiss you, you either act like I’m torturing you or dodge it completely!”
“Love,” he said, looking quite guilty, “nothing is wrong. You’re imagining things.”
And that was the last straw for you, if he wanted to keep secrets fine. But he was not to pretend like the secrets didn’t exist. He owed you that much.
“Imagining it huh?” you asked, moving so that you were on the other side of the kitchen counter, “Imagining you getting up before the sun rises each morning with no explanation? Imagining you ignoring me? Imagining you trying at all costs to not touch me like I’m something you dragged in at the bottom of your shoe! Because that,” you grabbed your coat from the hanger in the entrance hall, “is not what I deserve.”
And with that you left him there.
You went out and spent some time with your brother, you would never leave Antonio unless he did something unspeakable.
But you knew he was stubborn, and the best way to get through to him was to give him time to process what happened and how you feel about it.
At about two AM you said goodbye to your brother and headed back to your apartment, just like you thought, Antonio was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.
The moment you opened the door his head shot up, his eyes bloodshot and his hair hanging limply around his face.
“Love,” he said, walking over to you and pulling you into a hug, “I’m so sorry. So so sorry. I should have listened to you.”
You hugged him back for a while before slowly retracting and looking him in the eye, “It’s okay. But tell me what’s going on with you. Just because I came back does not mean I can’t leave.”
He sighed and moved out of your embrace, leaning against the arm chair of the couch and looking down, “It’s stupid. I shouldn’t have made a big deal about it.”
You laughed, “Well you already have, so please let’s just deal with it.”
“Why are you with me?”
You stopped your pacing and turned to face him again, “What are you talking about?”
“I’m asking,” he repeated, looking down, “why you’re with me?”
You walked forward and grabbed his shoulders, “What sort of question is that? I’m with you because I love you.”
“Why me?” he repeated, “why not someone better? Someone richer? Someone…. younger.”
You laughed. You burst out laughing, “Is that was this is about? That you think you’re too old for me?”
You thought he was kidding but when you saw the look in his eyes you knew this was a genuine problem for him.
So you walked back over to him and took his head in your hands, “Hey listen to me right now. I don’t give a damn about your age. I love you for you. I fell in love with you long before I even knew your age and now that I do it just made me marvel at my stupidity for trying to date little immature boys before I met you.”
His only response was to laugh and burry his head in your shoulder, “Maybe I was being stupid.”
“Maybe you were,” you concluded before connecting your lips together.
And I can tell you, with full confidence, they didn’t disconnect for quite some time.
Hope you guys liked that :)
I’m so sorry I haven’t been updating very much but I have a stupid family gathering going on with a big family that always has dramas…. so I’m writing in whatever spare time I manage to have (AKA the time my brother and I say we’re spending together when we are in fact silently in the same room taking advantage of wifi…)
Anyway, feel free to request anyway :) I write for the Chicago Series, all small screen D.C. characters as well as a bunch of book series and bands (full list way too far down on my page…)
Prompt: I love it that you write for chicago pd/fire/med!! could you write something where the reader works at mollys and Antonio put an eye on her and always flirts with her? :)
A/N: I kinda went on a bit of a tangent, shit sorry. It’ll get there. Also, sorry about the speak of the DA bc I actually wanna be a lawyer and it makes me happy lmao. Also, sorry of the London shit bc tbh I’m projecting my aspirations into this fic. sorry
“Scotch on the rocks.” You slid the drink to Antonio, whom you just found out moved from Intelligence to working for the DA. You threw him a quick wink and collected the few scattered notes upon the bar. “Busy day?”
Antonio looked up and smiled, with a shrug and a nod, he responded. “Long day, long week, I can’t tell anymore. Work is busier these days, so much more paperwork.” He took a gulp of his drink and smiled again.
You excused yourself to get a couple of beers for the doctors that just walked to the bar, they too looked exhausted. “Here you go. Long day?” You threw a sympathetic smile as Dr Rhodes just shook his head like you had no idea. You knew of an accident from the news that happened earlier on in the day, of course, it’d have been busy. You added the beers onto his tab and went back to Antonio who was still by himself.
“What’s it like? Being surrounded by DAs everywhere?” You leant forward against the bar, a bit of hair falling from behind your ear. Molly’s was pretty empty tonight, most likely due to the accident and at the expense of the first responders namely your bosses.
He asked for another drink which you obliged to as he told you about the office and what he did. “Why the sudden interest?” You gave him your most innocent eyes before you answered.
“Well, I moved to Chicago to practise the law here.” Antonio looked at you in a way to get to continue speaking, it wasn’t in a police way but more one of curiosity. “As you can probably hear, I’m not from around here, in fact, I’m from across an ocean.”
He laughed “which ocean?” You shrugged your shoulders and he took a drink. “Wow, I’m taking that you must be a geography major, your knowledge of the world is amazing.”
You shook your head and laughed just a little. “You would never guess it. Nah, I’m more of a history person. So, I moved to New York from London where I got my law degree to get my Juris Doctorate so I can sorta practise in the States but now I’m studying for my Illinois Bar Exam.” You shrugged one shoulder and continued. “And that’s why I’m here.”
“So, a pretty girl in Chicago, smart and sweet. You told me about your studies but tell me about your aspirations.” Antonio put his hand on yours and you couldn’t fight the smile. If you were so pretty, why didn’t people hit on you? Honestly.
“Well, I tried being a solicitor in a big firm where the money was good but I wanted to prosecute. Thought it’d be cheaper to move here and practise than to pay another 15 grand to be able to do so in England.” You excused yourself again to serve some a few more drinks. “Honestly, I thought I’d talk to more people here and it’d be good customer service skills, but it doesn’t really happen.”
Antonio looked a little sheepish and took another sip of his drink. He scratched the back of his neck and looked at you, holding your hand. “My fault. I sorta put an eye on you and nobody wants to piss off the DA so yeah…” You couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation but he was attractive and nice and you wanted to know him better.
“So it’s not because of my face that nobody flirts with me?” The look on his face was ridiculous.
“It’s because of your face I’ve banned everyone else from asking you on a date before I do.”
Summary: It’s your wedding day and you recall how you got here.
GIF Not Mine
You met Antonio when he was still a detective for Intelligence. It was maybe your third or fourth week on your new job at firehouse 51 and this was your first time meeting your partners brother. You knew Gabby had a brother but you didn’t know how handsome he was. After dropping off a patient at Med Gabby had an errand to run which had something to do with her brother. You decided to wait in the ambulance and listen to the radio while she spoke to Antonio about something across the road as she got you both some coffee. After talking about what they needed to talk about Antonio finally asked. “So, how’s it going with your new partner?”
“Great, she’s great. It’s been what only a month and I feel like I have known her for ages.” Gabby gushed.
“Really?” He asked.
“Yeah, I guess she just has that affect on people.” They both looked toward the ambulance and Antonio noticed you were dancing and singing to whatever song was playing on the radio. Right then and there he knew he had to know you.
The next time he saw you again was in Molly’s. You decided to only stay for one drink as you don’t normally spend your Friday nights out, you much prefer to spend it in and watch a movie but you promised Gabby you would make an appearance so you did. When you walked up to the bar you noticed there was only one seat free but the occupant in the next seat had his coat on it. “Excuse me, is this seat taken?” You asked the guy hoping he would remove his coat so you could sit down in the chair. He looked up at you and that’s when you noticed it was Antonio.
“Nope it’s free.” He said removing his coat so you can sit down. “What are you drinking?”
“Uhh I’ll have a beer.” You answered and Antonio signalled to Herrmann for two beers.
“A beer?” Giving you a quizzical look. You nodded in response. “I didn’t peg you for the beer type.”
“Oh really? What did you think I would drink? Wait, let me guess. Wine or some sort of fruity drink?”
“Or tequila.” He chuckled.
“Ugh not tequila.” You grimaced. “Last time I had tequila I was in college on holiday in Mexico. Let me put it this way, I woke up in LA and I couldn’t remember how I got there so no, I don’t drink tequila and never will again.” You laughed at the memory which in turn got Antonio laughing along. The rest of the night was just the two of you talking and getting to know each other until closing. You didn’t want the night to end and neither did he so you both agreed to do this again same time next week. During the whole night Gabby watched on smiling at the exchange between her brother and friend and in that moment she knew. She knew that you would be together for a long time.
Meeting up at the bar happened for the next two months or so until Antonio finally plucked up the courage to ask you out on a real date. The date was at Antonio’s place, he cooked dinner for the two of you and you picked the film you’d watch. He cooked one of his moms recipes and you picked out your favourite movie. Antonio thought it’d be some chick flick that his sister likes but it wasn’t, it was Guardians of the Galaxy which he has never seen. Turns out he loved it and even teared up a little at the end of the movie.
This went on for a while. You were officially boyfriend and girlfriend and did typical couple things. You went hiking, had movie nights, even went on double dates with Gabby and Matt. All between your busy work schedules. Of course you had ups and downs but you got through them and at the end came out even stronger. He got a new job at the States Attorneys office which meant you could see him more as it wasn’t that unpredictable unlike Intelligence so you weren’t complaining but at long as he was happy you were happy. With his new job and after years of dating he knew it was time to ask you to marry him.
He planned the proposal, with the help of Gabby, and it was perfect. He borrowed Molly’s for the night where the relationship between the two of you started. It had memories of the two of you hanging up around the place with fairy lights. You finally arrived looking stunning as usual and you didn’t expect Antonio to be standing there in the middle of the room surrounded by your memories together. He had this whole big speech planned and it was romantic. He asked you to marry him and you said yes.
Standing in front of the mirror in your wedding dress you were reminiscing about how you got here. Most people would be freaking out at this point of there wedding day but not you. No you were excited and you had no doubts that this would be the best choice you could ever make in your life. Your thoughts were interrupted by your maid of honour and soon to be sister in law Gabby. “You ready?” She asked whilst smoothing down your dress and making sure you looked perfect.
“As I’ll ever be.” And with that you practically rushed out of the door to go and start the rest of your life as Mrs Dawson.
Summary: Reader goes undercover, she gets into big trouble and the team rescues her
Warnings: Hostage situation, violence, mention of blood and death
Author’s note: I had like fifty different endings for this but they were so long that I didn’t want to make this imagine too long. If you would like another part you can request it! I basically have like fifty new ways to continue this imagine, so don’t be shy and leave your feedback and request another part if you want. And this imagine is very quick pace, I really didn’t want to make it too long.
Mornings were horrible, especially after not being in your
comfortable bed for so long. All what Y/N wanted to do was skip the morning and
sleep in. The sun was only starting to peak through the clear windows of her
apartment when she pulled the fridge open, looking for something to eat. The
black pan heated over the iron stove as the omelet on the pan heated up slowly.
The smell of eggs had wondered around the house and up to the bedroom far in
the back where Antonio was sleeping peacefully. His nose caught on to the scent
quickly and his stomach started to grumble.
His feet landed on the wooden floors while he stretched his
whole body out of bed. The smell only grew stronger with every step he took
towards the kitchen and his stomach kept growling even louder. Normally, it
would be him cooking breakfast for her; but that morning the tables turned.
With the salsa music coming from her phone, she made her way through the
kitchen dancing to the rhythm of the song. Her hair fell down her back and it
swayed from side to side with her whole body as she danced around with a mixing
bowl in hand. He loved watching her dance, but something about that morning made
his heart flutter even more.
“You’re up early.” Antonio’s raspy voice broke her
away from her dancing as he walked towards her now still body.
“Me asustaste Antonio!” (You scared me Antonio!);
Y/N protested, flipping the first omelet off the pan and pouring the second one
in. Antonio spun Y/N around and pulled her closer to his naked chest. His lips
hovered over hers as their noses brushed against each other. Y/N waist moved in
sync with Antonio’s as another salsa song echoed in the small kitchen.
“Marry me.” Antonio mumbled, his hand grabbing
hers into his gentle grip. Y/E/C iris expanded when her eye landed on his
glistening ones. She heard him perfectly, but the drumming sound of her heart
beating against her chest and her heavy breathing made it even harder for her
to form some words together. “We don’t need to get married right away, I
don’t even have a ring right now but I want you to marry me. I want you to come
back home to me and be my fiancé, the love of my life.”
“I want to marry you, but I thought you said you didn’t
want to get married again.” Y/N babbled, turning around and turning off
the stove behind her. “Is it about what my father said? He’s a traditional
man, but you don’t have to do this Antonio.”
“I want you, that’s all I want. I don’t care if it’s a
huge wedding or even in the courthouse, I just want you.” A smiled creeped
up on her face as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Yes.” Y/N
giggled as Antonio had picked her up and placed her on the kitchen counter. His
lips landed on hers as his hands gripped on each of her sides. The kiss was electric;
it was breathtaking as the happiness only grew even more in them.
“You know he wants a huge Latino wedding.” Y/N
said, catching her breath while Antonio stood between her legs.
“Ay Dios mío.” (Oh my God); Antonio rolled his
eyes playfully at her, only for her to slap him on his shoulder. “I don’t
want you to go.” He whined, resting his head between her breasts.
“I’ll be back in
four weeks max.” Y/N chuckled, running her fingers through his messy dark
And he still hadn’t heard anything from her. He knew she
shouldn’t had taken that undercover job from Narcotics, it was something she
never seen or experienced before. Narcotics was a dark and powerful unit,
either someone ends up dead or the power of control and money gets to them.
One white shirt man
came in with two narcotic sergeants right behind him and made their way towards
Voight’s office. Automatically, everyone in the team sat on their desk in
complete silence as they all looked at each other worriedly.
They knew what to
The job went wrong.
It was all Antonio could think, they had done something to his fiancé.
“As we all know;
Detective Y/L/N has been undercover for the narcotics unit for the past four
weeks.” Voight began, his hands sliding into his pockets as the rest of
the team stood up around Voight and their guests.
communicating with her at least every three days, but since last week we had
lost that connection. Our secret source is no longer reaching out and Y/L/N as
well.” Sergeant Thomson said, handing out the copies of the files they had
on the investigation. “We were tracking down a huge drug-lord for the past
year and not until Y/N started working with us we finally have a name for him.
His name is Jorge Ramirez and he moved to Chicago about two years ago.”
The team kept
discussing the case while Antonio’s thoughts were somewhere else. All he could
think about what the last morning they had together, dancing in the small
kitchen in his apartment while the salsa music played in the background.
“Dawson” Voight called for him, pulling him back to reality.
looked up from his desk, all eyes darting towards him.
warned him before leaving the office with Olinsky and Rusek following behind.
With probably a few
hours left for the rescue of the two cops undercover, they had one of the gang
members in custody after a CI had told Halstead about an old buyer who had
moved to the dealing business with Jorge’s gang. Antonio watched from the other
side of the interview room with Erin by his side as Voight and Halstead were
trying to make the man crack.
It was no surprise
Voight would use his power to intimidate the suspect, one of his own was
missing and he would do anything to get them back. Voight pushed the man’s back
to the concrete wall with his hand wrapped around his neck tightly. Jay only
stood back from Voight with his arms crossed against his chest while he watched
the man being tortured in front of him.
“Alright! I know where they are!” The man choked out,
coughing out for air as Voight had roughly let go of him. “It’s a warehouse,
before the exit for the freeway.” Antonio was the first one to run out of the
room before anyone else could even leave to search for the warehouse’s
The sun was about to set as the team prepared themselves to
barge in the warehouse at any moment. The team and a few of the narcotics team
had huddled around any possible entrance/exit of the warehouse and waited for
Y/N could feel head throbbing and her whole body ache as she
laid on her sides on the floor. She could see Jorge smirking as he knelt before
her weak self. “You’re way more fun to torture than your partner, he was
too boring for my taste.” Jorge chuckled, caressing Y/N’s bruised cheek
with his thumb.
“If you’re going to kill me, just do it.” Y/N
coughed, her throat aching from the dog collar he had her tied to. She had been
tied and tortured for days like a mutt, but she wanted it all to end already.
“But where’s the fun in that sweetheart?” Jorge
laughed, grabbing the small pocket knife and dragged it down on the skin of her
inner thigh. The sharp pain causing her to scream her lungs out as Jorge
pressed his palm hard on the huge cut on her thigh. The stingy tears forming in
her eyes fell down her beaten up cheeks as she heard shouting coming from the
“Shit, get up whore.” Jorge demanded, pulling off
the chains from the wall and holding them securely in his palms as he held her
up against his chest with a gun pressed up her neck.
When the team made their way towards the second level, they
met with the fallen narcotics cop and Y/N being held like a prisoner. The blood
kept dripping down from the bruise of her thigh down to her legs even more
while Jorge forced her to stand while the team surrounded them. “She’s a
fighter, but not strong enough. It was erotic the way she would scream and beg
for me for mercy.”
Jorge began, pulling the chains on her neck tighter as the
purple bruising around her neck worsen.
“Jorge, you’re done. Just let her go.” Halstead
was the first one to speak up as the others kept their guns on Jorge.
Antonio’s rage grew immensely as he eyed his girl
completely. He had tortured her so much, her own body couldn’t even keep
herself up on its own. Her eyes were completely off, they were lost and
disoriented with her surroundings. With the amount of abuse and countless blood
loss she didn’t have any strength to keep fighting back.
It was up to her team now.
Y/N eyes rolled back as her limb body fell against Jorge,
her body weight falling on him completely causing him to lose balance. Antonio
ran to catch Y/N as she fell out of Jorge’s grip while Jay had pushed him down
face down to the floor, cuffing his hands behind his back. “Now you’re
going to be the one praying for mercy.” Voight began, gripping on the back
collar of his shirt and dragging him out with Olinsky behind him.
“Did it work?” Y/N coughed in Antonio’s arms as
she fluttered her eyes open. Antonio sighed out of relief as she smiled weakly
up at him. “Maybe I had a little fight in me left.”
“We need to get her to the hospital, that thigh doesn’t
look good.” Rusek pointed out, calling an ambulance through his radio line.
“I don’t look good at all.” She snorted, still
having some humor left in her.
A few weeks later, Y/N admired the small diamond on her ring
finger as she sat by herself at Molly’s waiting for the rest of the team. It
was her first day back and they all wanted to have some time together at the
bar after another hectic case.
“Corazón, drinking without us already?” Antonio
chuckled, pecking her lips quickly as he rested one of his hands in the small
of her back.
“A girl needs her beer.” Y/N giggled, cuddling up
to her man.
“And tonight is on us, congratulations on the
engagement.” Jay began, ordering the first round of drinks.
“I would usually go against that but If you’re giving
me free drinks then I’m not complaining.” Antonio added, taking a sip of
his own beer.
“I love you.” Y/N rested her head on the crook of
his neck as his hands ran up and down her back.
“I love you too.”
It wasn’t a normal engagement party, no expensive outfits
nor fancy food. All she wanted was to be back with her team, enjoying their
company with some cold beers. It was perfect and she wouldn’t trade it for
I was wondering if I could request a Will Halstead imagine? You and Jay (from Chicago PD) used to date back in high school, but Will always had a crush on you but just didn't do anything about it. Then one day you come into the emergency room because you sprained your ankle or something and Will is your doctor? And the two of you bond as he wraps you up? Thanks, I love your writing :)
This sounds adorable.
Y/S is Your Surname :)
So yet again you were a clumsy idiot, you were moving into your new apartment and managed to fall down two full flights of stairs while you were carrying some things up to your new apartment.
Luckily for you, the crash alerted a rather nice neighbor who offered to drive you to Chicago Med once he had a look at your ankle.
Once you saw you ankle, you quickly agreed. It was pretty clear you did something to it.
Once you arrived at Med, a lovely nurse took you in and you told your neighbor that she could leave and that you’d find your own way back.
Once the nurse (who now learnt was Maggie) had settled you in a room, she told you to wait for the doctor.
You smiled and nodded, even though your ankle was throbbing. But it wasn’t the first time you had done something stupid and ended up breaking something.
You were tougher than you looked.
“Alright,” a doctor with frighteningly familiar red hair walked in, “Ms Y/S….”
He stopped halfway through his sentence and looked up with wide eyes. Then you knew why he seemed so familiar, your doctor was none other than Will Halstead. You were sure of it.
You chuckled at the irony, within two days of being in Chicago again you had already ran into your high school boyfriend’s brother.
Geez your life was a badly written soap opera.
“Y/N?” he asked with disbelief in his eyes, almost dropping his file, “Is that you?”
You nodded, “Hey Will.”
He sat down on the chair next to the bed, “I thought you moved away? What happened?”
You smiled, “Yeah I studied in London and worked there for a bit. But I guess Chicago just called me back.”
He smiled until his eyes reached your ankle, “What in the world did you do?”
You chuckled, “I feel down three flights of stairs while carrying some things.”
He looked at your suspiciously and you quickly calmed him down, “Relax I got guys to carry the heavy stuff in, I was carrying a box of books when I fell.”
He just shook his head and started to look at your ankle, “I’m gonna need to strap that, it’s not too bad so you won’t need surgery. You’re stuck with me for this one I’m afraid.”
You smiled, “That’s no problem.”
When you winched slightly he looked at you worryingly, “Did Maggie not give you something for the pain? I’ll be right back.”
Honestly, you couldn’t believe how the little boy from Canaryville had changed.
Sure, you had dated Jay in high school. But Will was always the sweeter brother. The kinda brother. The brother that looked out for anyone.
If you were being honest with yourself, you only dated Jay because you were sure Will wasn’t into you.
And then you left to London to follow your dreams and the Halstead brothers fell from your mind.
And now here you were, having one of those brothers take care of you and wondering how the hell you went almost ten years without thinking of them.
He interrupted hour thoughts again, “Alright, let’s get your strapped up and ready to go.”
You nodded and he turned around to get the bandages.
Once he turned to face you, he began speaking again, “So how was London? You know everyone used to think you were the smart one who moved onto bigger and brighter things.”
“Really?” you asked, “I always used to think I was the idiot who ran away because I didn’t like my parents.”
He chuckled, “That too. Why are you back anyway?”
“I guess Chicago just called me back, I studied law and worked for a few years up there. But after a while I wanted to come back. And when my firm offered to transfer me here…”
“Well I have to say, I’m quite glad your back.”
“Really?” you asked surprised.
“Yeah,” he said “to tell you the truth I always had a crush on you. But you and Jay were together so…”
For a while you fell into silence until he was finished.
“All done,” he said, “in a few weeks you’ll be good as new.”
“Thanks,” you said.
As he was about to walk out he turned to face you again, “By the way, who’s taking you back?”
You sighed, “I was just gonna call a cab. It’s no big deal.”
“Yeah,” he started walking, “how about no. I would actually prefer you to stay lying down for an hour anyway. Wait til my shift is over and I’ll take you home.”
“Will you don’t need to do that,” you said, “I’ll be fine.”
“Oh no,” he started, “Doctor’s orders.”
You smiled, “Alright. I guess I’ll just have to listen to my doctor then.”
“Guess you will.”
Hope you guys liked this :)
Anyway feel free to request an imagine or a prompt. I write for the Chicago series, all D.C. TV shows as well as a bunch of bands and book series (full list somewhere on my page).
Y/N was a paramedic that worked on various rigs and at different firehouses as a relief for whenever someone needed time off. She’d worked at 51 multiple times as relief for Brett and Dawson and was becoming fast friends with the whole house. So after a long day of working at another firehouse that didn’t have the same understanding of family that 51 did, she headed to Molly’s. That’s when she first saw him. He was sitting at the end of the bar talking to Gabby over the counter. He had on a leather jacket and although his hair may have been styled this morning it was now messy and very attractive. He had one stud in his ear and just gave off a “you don’t want to mess with me” vibe. Which was the reason Y/N wanted to talk to him. But being that she just wasn’t that ambitious she settled for sitting at the opposite side of the bar and just wait for Gabby to come to her. “Just a beer Y/N?” Gabby yelled to you from her spot in front of the mystery man “Yes please” she yelled back and Gabby opened up two beer bottles and walked your way with them. After taking a sip curiosity got the better of her. “So what’s his story?” Y/N askes nodding towards the man at the end. “Oh, Antonio? He works for intelligence with the CPD.” Gabby said “I see, so is he single?” and with that Gabby choked on her beer and started coughing. “Oh my gosh, Are you okay Gabby?” Y/N asked now confused and looked up to see Antonio looking over at Gabby looking concerned before his eyes drifted to Y/N’s and she melted. Gabby finally stopped coughing and painfully said “Yeah he’s single.” And then walked away. “What did I miss?” Y/N asked to no one in particular “What’s going on?” Casey asked while sitting next to Y/N “I just asked Gabby if that Antonio guy down there is single and she nearly choked on her beer and walked away.” Y/N said while nodding to the end of the bar where Antonio and Gabby had started talking again and Casey just started laughing “What? What is it?” Y/N asked even more confused “Antonio is Gabby’s brother Y/N” Casey finally got out after he stopped laughing “Oh” was all she managed to say as she saw Antonio get up from his seat and start walking to the door. As he passed Y/N he gave her a wink which just made her blush. Y/N immediately got up and walked over to Gabby. “Hey I’m so sorry I didn’t realize he’s your brother, I won’t do anything if that’s what you want I know how weird it can get when you have a friend date a sibl-” Gabby cut off Y/N’s rambling by handing her a napkin. Y/N looked at it and all that was written on is was a number. “Um Gabby what’s this?” “I told Antonio that you thought he was cute and he wanted me to give you his number.” “And you’re okay with this?” Y/N said after a minute of absorbing the information “As long as you don’t try to talk to me about what y’all do then I don’t care” Gabby said with a light chuckle. “Huh” was all Y/N could manage to get out as she still stared at the number.
I need a fix of the first time Erin calls Jay babe. Like how at first it was an accident and she gets all embarrassed to now when she just is flowing it out in front of everyone! Please if you have time!
To be honest, I was thinking two days tops and maybe a few hundred words for this prompt and yet, here we are, six days and 3,320 words later, with the prompt finally filled.
There are five vignettes, that start quick and end the same way, progressing from the first use of the endearment “babe” and ending with a short prose retake of the ending scene of CPD 3x15. The second one is mildly inspired by one of my meta bullets. And apparently I can’t go long without PTSD!Jay, so you’re warned.
(Random: It’s like “Hey, Jude” except not in the slightest.)
Hopefully this meets your expectations well enough, Anon! As always, I covet your guys’ thoughts and opinions.
The third rumble of her belly in ten minutes finally gets Erin’s attention. It’s almost eleven at night, she’s finally getting drowsy, and she’s comfortable, leaning back against her partner with his legs boxing in her own and causing a source of amusement during commercial breaks. Erin, refusing to take the blame for ticklish feet, had offered, quite magnanimously, to go sit at the other end of the couch.
The shell of her ear is still warm from his offended nip.
Needless to say, it’s a very inconvenient time for the munchies.
A quiet breath escapes her. Fine. Jay, engrossed in their late night movie, doesn’t notice for several long moments as she pinches at his hands where he’s laced them together across her stomach.
“Jay, come on, I’m starving,” Erin lets her head back to rest on his shoulder, lower lip jutting in some semblance of a pout that gets him out of the movie a lot faster then digging her nails into his skin.
His gaze drops straight down a couple of inches and yes, she definitely has his attention now. “What did you say?”
Leaning in a fraction, just to tease him with the proximity, Erin smirks. “Let me up, I’m hungry.”
Jay blinks a couple of times before his brain cells reconnect and he casts her a flat, unamused look at her underhanded tactics. His grip does loosen though and Erin extricates herself with care, unable to help from grinning but not wanting to add injury to insult by elbowing him in the gut.
If there’s an extra swing to her hips as she walks away, well—Jay doesn’t call her on it.
A Chicago PD/Fire and Law & Order: SVU crossover fic.
Summary: Thirty-four year old Anadrextra “Rex” Granger, is starting over in life. The
horrors of her past will no haunt her no more. She moved to Chicago, opened her
own business and she’s making new friends. But sometimes the past won’t stay
buried. Can Rex count on a handsome but gruff sergeant to keep her safe? And
will she let him?
Hank Voight never expected to meet anyone so
late in life, especially after losing his beloved wife. But when he meets the
mysterious owner of the new cafe near his
precinct, he’s immediately drawn to her, and her sad eyes. All Hank wants to do
is protect her and give her a reason to smile again. If she will let him that
Word count: 3783
Pairings: Hank Voight x Anadrextra “Rex” Granger (OFC), background Matt Casey x Gabriela Dawson, background Erin Lindsay x Jay Halstead, background Kim Burgess x Adam Ruzek.
Characters: Hank Voight, Anadrextra “Rex” Granger (OFC), Erin Lindsay, Jay Halstead, Adam Ruzek, Alvin Olinsky, Matt Casey, Gabriela Dawson, Leslie Shay, Kelly Severide, Christopher Herrmann, Nadia Decotis, Antonio Dawson, Kevin Atwater, Kim Burgess, Sheldon Jin, Trudy Platt, Chase Granger (OMC), Brionna “Bree” Granger (OFC). More characters to be added.
Warnings: Some violence Swearing. Nothing to bad right now.
So this is set around the time of the 1st episode of Chicago PD and Season 2
episode 11 of Chicago Fire, right before Gabby goes to the Fire Academy. And it
will continue on from there, eventually crossing over into Law and Order SVU.
After an innocent girl is killed in a gang-related shooting that was instigated on social media, Stone’s obsession for justice endangers the family of a cooperating witness. To salvage his crumbling case, Stone must go head-to-head in the courtroom against both the social media providers who inadvertently fueled the gang war and a cocky young man who may have pulled the trigger.