It’s so amazing to see them grow closer and closer every season. Their dynamic is going to be great this season cause whenever Voight is about to lose control, Antonio always brings him back and he really needs that now.
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.
back by popular demand (lbr, i just wanted some drama): domestic!linstead + we suffer a lot of crap!linstead
erin and jay both deciding to keep a respectable distance at work. everyone–everyone–has caught ruzek and burgess in the locker room at one point or another and they don’t want to push their luck with hank.
erin mumbling about a haircut right when jay is in the middle of giving her a scalp massage. he is h o r r i f i e d but tries to play it cool.
erin and jay taking turns being the night owl and the morning bird. both going through phases of nightmares and sleepless nights where they find the other out on the couch and wear their weariness on their shoulders the next day.
erin getting a text as she and antonio leave a late night bust with vice–the makeup for her persona smears across the wipe in her hand–and feeling her stomach bottom out at alvin’s succinct message. jay took buckshot to kevlar. at hospital with ruzek. antonio not blinking when she says they’ve gotta go to the hospital, right now. (pt 1)
ruzek coming to meet them when antonio stops the car out front, hands held out in a placating gesture that just makes erin want to hit him more. erin demanding a room number–answers will come later–and then storming away to find her partner. (the anger masks the fear.) erin being back in the car with voight, hearing that j.p. has taken jay. listening to alvin say that jay’s been kidnapped. feeling like he’s slipping through her fingers again. (pt 2)
erin using her badge without compunction to get past the hospital night shift, forcing herself to calm down before she eases the door open. jay being wide awake, flipping through the television, when she comes in. jay offering a crooked smile but there’s pain in his eyes. erin offering a hoarse hey partner as relief floods her system. (pt 3)
jay moving over on the narrow hospital bed for her and erin spending the rest of the night with her forehead pressed to his shoulder, arm draped gingerly across his waist to avoid the worst of the bruising. (jay finally succumbing to sleep with erin by his side. erin waking up multiple times in the night to make sure he’s still breathing.) (pt 4)
erin coming to take him home the next night, worn and drawn from work. bruised and pained jay struggling to keep both their spirits up. erin carefully parceling his pain pills from the bottle then following him to the bedroom, watching his brow crease as he fights to just sit down. the purpling marks show above the collar of his shirt. each one is a blow. erin waking up every time he so much as shifts all that week. (pt 5, fin.)
erin and jay will watch any movie with matt damon in it. any movie. at all. it’s a competition to see who manages to see the martian first between cases and phone calls.
jay getting home to his place after guys’ night out to find erin ensconced on his couch, half asleep. him laughing with a low comment that she didn’t have to wait up for him as he goes to scoop her up and take her to bed with him. erin swatting at him but too tired to do much more. (she’s asleep before he gets back from showering.)
jay getting trapped in a burning collapsing building with a runaway witness. erin spewing curses as she throws her shoulder into a door that won’t give, calling for backup on her radio and ignoring the damage she inflicts on herself before she goes to find a crowbar. (the team shows up with cfd to get him out in time, but it’s an awful reminder of their fragility.)
WEEKEND TRIPS TO THE CABIN. talking about a future thereanywhere together in hushed, tentative voices, during the midnight drive home, fingers entangled.
jay leaving for a week (with mouse, to washington d.c. and erin doesn’t need to ask to know why they’re going) and erin realizing how large a piece of her life he’s become when every morning starts with a disoriented search for him at her side.
jay kissing her long and hard when he gets home late the last day. the hard, haunted look in his eyes taking much-needed sleep from him for weeks and erin learning to never shake him awake. (nothing scares her quite like jay not knowing who she is with his 9mm in hand.)
erin gravitating to jay at work after close calls and never realizing it until he pokes her in the side and asks, with the grin that she loves adores, ten feet too far away, partner?
erin just. sitting on jay. all the time. it started as a joke, just to get a rise out of him because he complains about losing feeling in his legs, and then later it happens because erin likes it. she likes sitting on jay’s lap, leaning back into him, feeling his scruff against her cheek, his voice low in her ear. she falls asleep a lot.
erin starting to realize how important she is to jay when she limps into antonio’s gym, crutches slowing her down but keeping her weight off the two bullet holes in her leg, and finds him with bruised knuckles and shaking limbs. he flinches at her touch. i want to go home, jay. come on.
okay but who’s the one who has to be shot with a tranquilizer before they’ll admit to being sick? erin or jay? it’s probably a tie.
but i can’t get over jay and erin curled up in bed together, all day. romping through the sheets, talking, learning, dozing off and waking up together. just being.
“I was 14 when I first walked in on my way home from work. Well, work was running dime bags for an SGD name Hard Boy, he lived upstairs. He used to slap me around. But after a few lessons, I showed him. I was at that point, you know? Fork in the road. Then this place introduced me to the Police Youth Boxing League. Saved my life.”
Can you do a meta post of Lindsay being hurt or sick and Jay’s reaction to it? You’re writing is so good!!
To the anon who asked, in the nicest way possible, you brought this on yourself. And I’m not sure about the rest of you, but the next post up will be the allenting-inspired meta because I, at least, am going to need the happy therapy.
(this one is getting a read-more because it got seriously long. also mild content warningfor mentions of blood and physical beatings, in case anyone’s sensitive about that.)
jay being five paces away when erin takes three rounds, three rounds that slam her back into the shipping containers towering around them. his mind going white when she slumps against the crates, lifeless. surging forward without a second thought to grab her by the vest and drag her to safety. officer down, officer down. lindsay’s down.
(feeling his gut heave at the way her head lolls when he hauls her across the floor. hang in there, erin. stay with me.)
where are you? talk to me, halstead. voight’s growl being the last of jay’s worries, beyond caring about his boss because the gunfight is still in progress and nothing matters except getting his partner out of harm’s way.
erin gasping, gagging, trying to get air into her lungs. jay ripping down her jacket zipper to search for the bullets, one hand behind her head to keep it tilted back, airway clear. his shoulders slumping in relief when they’re all lodged in her kevlar. we’re clear, she’s good, it’s all vest.
jay smoothing erin’s hair back to calm them both, talking her through deepening her breaths. him trying not to register how white her face is, focusing instead on the green of her eyes as she stares up at him. you’re going to be fine.
will giving erin the all-clear when they get her to the hospital later. you should just need a few days off work to let the bruising subside and just remember not to do any full-contact tackling in the next couple of weeks.
(neither she nor jay are amused by his quip.)
jay taking erin home after they stop by the district to fill out reports–a constant, necessary evil, even though voight had excused them for the night. movie or bed?
erin pausing to glance at him as she navigates around her apartment, setting down her keys and throwing her jacket over the couch. bed. i think will slipped something in my pills.
jay laughing. erin leaving him to lock up and kill the lights. her struggling just to get her shirt off and him coming in time to help ease it up over her head, tossing it towards the hamper.
the bruises are mottled, purple messes across her chest. jay’s jaw tightening as he looks at them and erin just watching him. hey. i’m okay. this is why we wear the vests.
jay nodding, once. yeah. you want a shower? i’ll scrub your hair for you. and erin smiling, leaning up to kiss him for a lingering moment. that sounds amazing.
and later, erin falling asleep with her cheek turned into jay’s shoulder and him lying awake in the darkness for hours, fingers brushing over her hair, struggling to wrap his mind around the frailty of life.
jay not knowing where they went wrong. just remembering that one moment, everything was going according to plan, the next, burning pain erupts from the back of his head and he’s going to his knees, a wave of blackness washing up next. (her shout of his name is lost.)
jay waking up to find his hands handcuffed together above his head, cloth between his teeth. getting his gaze to focus just to find erin duct-taped into a chair, her knuckles white where she grips the arms of her prison. there’s fear in her eyes that he knows is reflecting back at her.