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One Chicago Masterlist
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By ~ @chloe-skywalker
* = Requested
Main Masterlist
Kelly Severide:
~ Always There
~ Tell Him *
Matt Casey:
~ Eyes For You
~ It's A Girl
Jay Halstead:
~ Dangerous Jobs
Hank Voight: (x daughter! Reader)
~ Bullying
Connor Rhodes:
~ Coming soon. . . (Working on it)
Best Shot - Prologue
Summary: After Jay Halstead left the Rangers and joined Chicago PD, he met you, the famed (Y/N). You’re the only one who has a better shot then Halstead, something that sparked a small competition. Competition lead to post work hangouts and eventually, being assigned as partners by Voight soon after for your work ethic. Your friendship evolved into roommates and hockey buddies. The so called best friend you had found in the Halstead quickly changed, just in time to watch him sweep Erin Lindsay off her feet. Heartbroken, you buried your feelings deep inside you.
Now with Erin out of the picture,and your healing best friend in close quarters, can your best shot make it to a happily ever after?
Warnings: Mild to severe blood and gore, language, some suggestive scenes but no smut
Pairings: Jay Halstead x fem!Reader, small Connor Rhodes x fem!Reader
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 (finale)
-~-
“Oh come on! I can shoot better then that!, Halstead!”
“Prove it then, (Y/L/N)! Close your eyes and only shoot when I tell you too.”
With a smirk on your face, you reload your gun and aim it at the ground. As you look at your best friend, a mischevious grin is pointed towards you, only feeding the flame. You stick your tongue out before looking at the new target being loaded, feeling your eyes flutter close.
Breathe in.
Your finger slowly slips into it’s place in front of the trigger, adding just the tiniest amount fo pressure.
“Now!”
Opening your eyes and lifting your arms at the same time, you exhale, aim, and fire. As you lower your gun, you’re met with the results you had expected. A direct hit to the head of the target. Turning to Jay, you grin and lay the gun down.
“Better luck next time,” you say, mimicking his michevious grin he once had.
Before he can fire back, both of your phones go off at the same time. Pulling yours out, you find that Voight had assigned you to a case that was taking place at Med.
“Duty calls,” Jay says to you.
Best Shot - Part 1
Warnings: Some angst, mentions of death, little bit of fluff, some gore but not too detailed, mentions of sex trafficking, poor description of medical terms.
Word Count: 1021
Prologue - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 (finale)
-~-
“Dr. Rhodes,” you say with a smirk. “We meet again.”
“Yes, we really must stop running into each other like this. I clean up much better then this.” he replies with a similar, flirtatious smirk.
“I’ll take your word for it,”
“What do you know about the victim?” Jay quickly interrupts, a tense aura radiating off of him at your flirting. It left a weird feeling at the pit of your stomach.
“We found her outside of Med,” Connor explains as he takes you both to the victim’s room. “She has blunt force trauma to the ribs and hips, bruising pretty much everywhere on her body. I need to take her to surgery to put plates on some of her broken ribs. There is trauma to her uterus and cervix, which leads me to conclude that she was being sexually abused and trafficked.”
“Poor girl,” you whisper softly.
“Can we talk to her?” Jay asks.
“Maybe it’s best if (Y/N) goes first, she’s only comfortable around women at the moment.”
With a simple nod, you walk into the room and close the curtain, offering the fragile girl any privacy she may have left. Before you can even begin to ask questions, the tattoo on her wrist reveals it all to you. A viper around a cross, the tag of Chicago’s most known sex trafficker.
“Hi, I’m Detective (Y/L/N), I’m part of the Chicago PD.” you explain softly.
“Are you here to stop him?” a tiny voice erupts from the pile of limbs and blankets in front of you.
“Do you mean Quentin Diaz?”
The girl slowly shifts towards you, revealing a broken, battered face clouded by a mask of tears. She slowly nods, her entire body vibrating at the very mention of his name.
“Yes, I’m here to stop him. But first, I need you to tell me everything you know about him.”
-~-
You stand in the bull pen, looking at the sprawling board in front of you as the team tries to make sense of the wild goose chase Diaz has you on.
“He was last scene dumping our Jane Doe by Med, any ideas to why he could be there?” Voight asks, leaning against a desk.
“Maybe a trade for a better girl, or even just to dump her?” Jay says.
“No,” you interject. “Diaz and his men, they own their women until they die. A dumping or a trade wouldn’t make sense. This sounds like they were using Jane Doe as bait.”
“Then that means they must have some kind of hide out or base nearby.” Jay says.
“Alright, I want every unlicensed or abandoned building flagged and remotely searched for suspicious activity. Halstead and (Y/L/N), you’ll case any that seem like a hit. The rest of you, try to find any consistencies between the cases.”
You and Jay nod before quickly leaving the bull pen and heading outside. Jumping into Jay’s truck, you quickly load up a building you know on your phone’s map.
“Already have a place in mind?” he asks.
“Yeah, this place always seemed to suspicious to be abandoned.”
“Let’s check it out then,”
Jay drives through the packed Chicago streets towards the building. Once he parked outside the building, a familiar face had already popped up. You immediately call Voight, his gruff voice amplified by being on speaker phone, but your thankful for the distraction of Jay looking towards you.
“We spotted Quentin outside of the building on Cherry and Mohawk. I think we found his hiding spot.”
“Both of you, get as close as you can to the building without raising suspicion. I need to know a way into that building with a clear shot.”
“Yes sir,”
Hanging up on Voight, you quickly hide your badge in your belt, your gun in your waistband and put on your coat and beanie. Jay mimics your movements and quickly gets out of the car. With a shaky breath you prepare yourself for what’s coming.
“You okay, (Y/N)?” Jay asks from beside you, worry and suspicion drawing his eyebrows downwards.
“Always,” you whisper with the fakest smile you can plaster on.
Just the smallest glace at his face and you know your reply has left him unconvinced. Nevertheless, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and holds you close to him. Shakily, you reach up and hold the hand that is slacked around you and smile.
“So what should we have for lunch, babe?” Jay says to you.
That word hits you like a punch to the gut.
“You know I’m not that picky,” you reply with a smirk.
Both of you cross the street, goofy smiles and small sounds of chatter along with laughter acting like a shield to the reality of your act. But still, you lose yourself in the moment. Pretending that for a while, Jay was actually yours. That he felt this way about you and that this was your life.
The mirage is quickly interrupted when you spot Quentin walking straight towards you, his head pointed half to the ground but just enough to see your faces.
“Baby, don’t look now but I think that’s your favorite celebrity.” you whisper.
The secret code word between you two alerts Jay to Quentin’s presence. His speedy pace towards you fills your veins with adrenaline, ready to run, shoot, or fight at any moment.
“Nah, I have my favorite celebrity in my arms right here.” he says with a smirk.
Quentin gets way too close for your liking. You go to pull Jay into a hug to hide your faces, but he chooses a different method. Pulling his arm off your shoulder, he cups your face in his hands and kisses you.
The mission fades from your mind, the looming threat no longer a worry. All you can think of are how soft his lips are, how calloused his hand are right where he holds his gun so tight. Without a second thought, your hands find their home on his chest, and your lips dance the same steps as his.
When he pulls away, uncontrollable tears spring to your eyes, no matter how hard you push them away. You take a step away from Jay and quickly case the building. Simple back entry accessible from the alley way and a broken window you or Jay could easily shoot from.
“Woah, (Y/N) what’s wrong?” Jay says as he notes the unshed tears in your eyes.
“Nothing,” you brush off. “it’s just the cold air.”
Pulling your phone out, you call Voight about your findings, Jay’s eyes filled with more worry and confusion then before.
“Alright, get your asses back here and suit up. We have a plan.”
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Best Shot - Part 2
Warnings: mild blood and gore, mentions of death, shooting scene, some harsh angst, mentions of sexuality (no smut), swearing
Word Count: 1325
Prologue - Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 (finale)
-~-
Here’s the plan. Burgess and Ruzek had gotten in contact with one of Quentin’s sellers. Jay would go undercover as a buyer, inquiring about buying one of the girls. He was to talk to Quentin about the specific Jane Doe to try and locate the rest of the girls that the trafficker had hidden. Once there was enough information, Jay would position Quentin into a specific spot where you could knock him with a bullet.
That’s where you were stationed now, watching as Jay spoke with Quentin, his hands in his pockets. You trailed the duo through the scope of your sniper, watching each step with your finger ready to fire. Suddenly, you see Quentin reach behind him and pull a gun on Jay. He had been compromised. Only problem was, Jay was in front of Quentin, blocking your shot.
“(Y/L/N), do you have a clear shot?” Voight’s voice echoes in your ear.
“Almost, I just need Jay to move a little bit to the left.”
“No, it’s too risky, don’t take the shot. Do you hear me, (Y/L/N)? Do not take that shot!”
Quentin steps closer to Jay, shakily adding pressure to the trigger of his own gun.
“Sir! He’s going to fire on Jay, this is my only chance!” you say into your comms.
You inhale, your finger slowly beginning to add pressure to the trigger. A sigh reverberates in your ear.
“Do it.”
Jay moves to the side just in time for you to exhale, sending a bullet narrowly close to Jay’s head but a dead hit in Quentin’s shoulder. The offender is shot to the floor, sending blood everywhere, and Jay quickly disarms him before holding pressure to the wound.
You quickly pack up your gun and make your way down to the scene. By the time you arrive, Quentin is being loaded into an ambulance with cuffs on his wrists. Laying your case into a squad car, you spot Jay exiting the building. However, when his eyes meet yours. it’s obvious he’s ticked. Storming over to you, he runs a hand through his hair.
“Do you know what you did in there! He was going to give me all the locations of his girls but you shot him!”
“He was just going to kill you after telling you, Jay! I couldn’t let him do that! Voight told me to take the opportunity I had!”
“Yeah well dying is part of the job description. You got lucky, (Y/L/N). One inch off and it would have been me in that ambulance...”
“So what? You don’t trust my shot anymore?”
“I don’t trust your judgement to keep your feelings out of our work!”
That was the last straw. You hide your tears and rip off your bulletproof vest, shoving it into Halstead’s chest as your glare daggers at him.
“Don’t expect me home tonight,”
And with that, you walk away. Little did you know, the minute those words left Jay’s mouth he was filled with regret. He had hurt the woman he loves the most.
-~-
“Didn’t expect to see you here tonight, (Y/N).” a familiar voice says from beside you.
Gently slamming the whiskey glass to the bar’s top, you look to see Connor seated beside you fresh from a shift at Med. With a soft, slightly tipsy smile, you wave down the bartender and order a drink for both of you.
“It was a hard case tonight,” you reply.
“Was it the case that was hard or the guy you had to work with?”
You both take a drink of the hard liquor at the same time, a soft sigh ghosting your lips. Connor and you were friends with benefits, especially after you were hurt by your perspective partners. When Jay told you about him and Erin, you fell into the handsome doctor’s arms. When Robin left Connor to go home, you had to help him sneak out of you and Jay’s apartment the next morning. After Jay asked you about the ring he picked out for Erin, you helped christen Connor’s new apartment. After Ava killed herself in front of him and Jay had pushed you away because of his heartbreak, you and Connor practically didn’t speak for a week. Just sex.
Because of your many encounters, both of you had grown close as friends. Both of you knew each other’s work and romantic hardships. Without the sex, you guys were close drinking buddies. The bed hopping was an added bonus. A release of anger and frustration from your perspective situations.
“He kinda made it clear tonight how he felt,” you reply, taking another long sip of the burning liquid.
“Yeah, that always sucks,”
“Says you! You’re nothing but a chick magnet!”
“Hey! I’ve had my fair share of losses,”
Both of you end up in a fit of laughter, sharing drink after drink as the night goes on. Eventually, as the bar begins to close, you find yourself riding to his apartment in his Porsche. His lips upon yours in a drunken frenzy. Your naked selves tangled in his sheets as you sleep the night away.
-~-
The smell of fresh coffee and scrambled eggs battles the killer hangover headache that greets you when your eyes open up. Where Connor always slept is empty, but he had laid one of his shirts there for you to wear when your body decided it was time to fight your hangover. With a soft smirk, you put it on and walk out to Connor’s kitchen.
“Thank god for days off,” you say as you grab a mug from the cupboard.
“No such luck for me, I got a surgery in an hour.” Connor replies as he finishes cooking.
“Damn, what a shame.” you say as you steal a piece of cheese from beside Connor, earning a slap on the hand and a smirk.
“Hey! That’s meant to go in the eggs, not your mouth.”
“There are a lot of things that can go in my mouth, Dr. Rhodes” you say with a wink.
A knock on the door reverberates in the semi - empty apartment as Connor hands you the plate of eggs. He walks out to answer it, leaving you to eat and enjoy the gracious sip of coffee. Your little moment is interrupted when you hear Jay’s voice raising.
Quickly putting your meal down, you rush over to the front door. Jay hasn’t changed from last night but to you, that didn’t matter. He still made the feeling of butterflies rise into your stomach.
“What are you doing here?” you ask as you back Connor away from the door.
“You weren’t answering my calls or texts, I thought something had happened,” he replies, not noticing Connor’s shirt on you.
“Yeah, you being a dick happened, Jay.”
“Look, I’m sorry, (Y/N).”
That’s when he notices Connor’s shirt on you, the hickies from last nights events making anger fill his eyes.
“But I can see you had other plans...” he growls.
“What does it matter to you who I sleep with?! Jay for fucks sake, ever since Erin left you act like you own me! But you don’t! You chose her over me!”
Tears fill your eyes as realization fills his.
“I’ll pick up what I need from the apartment later on. I can’t do this anymore, Halstead.”
You slam the door as tears race down your face like race cars on a track. Holding a hand on your mouth, you muffle your cries as your free hand holds onto your torso. Gently, Connor pulls you into a hug, giving you the comfort you needed but from the wrong guy.
“I’ll help you get what you need and you can crash with me.”
With a soft nod, you wrap your arms around him tightly.
Not once had you missed a shot in the past 10 years. But here you were.
You had missed your shot with Jay.
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Best Shot - Part 3
Warnings: severe injury to reader, lots of angst, mentions of sexuality (no smut), swearing, violence
Word Count: 2456
Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4 - Part 5 (finale)
2 weeks. It had been 2 weeks since you had left Jay’s apartment and crashed at Connor’s. Things at the station hadn’t been the same with you and Jay at odds. You still kept things civil, but every time you both left from work, Halstead would give you a piece of his mind. Why you shouldn’t be staying with Connor. Why you should just come back home. He would almost have you convinced, but you knew him too well. Jay would always hold something back and you could tell. What you mistook as his arrogance against apologizing was him holding back from saying those three little words. Nevertheless, you still would part ways with him and spend most of your nights with Conner.
You rummaged through your small duffel bag you had packed from your and Jay’s apartment, trying to find anything that didn’t have bullet holes or were permanently stained. After these past weeks, you were left with only one outfit left.
“(Y/N), I know this is tough, but you gotta make a decision.” you hear Connor say as he leans against the doorway to the living room.
Looking over to him, you see one of his minimalistic mugs in hand, filled with a steaming liquid. In only sweatpants from your last...session, he looked like a perfectly handsome mess. Connor Rhodes was the perfect guy. Good job, smart, sarcastic, sweet, caring, unbelievably good looking. But deep down you knew he was too perfect. You wanted your fucked up boy from the army who would lay his life on the line for you in a heartbeat. The guy who made mistakes with you but would always return to make things right. You wanted Jay Halstead.
“Think you can spare some room for me here?” you ask with a half hearted smile.
“I always will. But both you and I know this won’t last because you took the easy way out. You’re always going to want-”
“Him...” you whisper as your hand graces over one of Jay’s shirts that had found its way into your bag.
Gently, you pick up the worn out garment and run your fingers along the collar. Even without pressing your face to it, you knew it would smell like him. Smell like home.
“Need a ride?” Connor asks softly.
Shaking your head, you quickly pack up and grab your keys. Before leaving Connor’s apartment, you turn to him with a sad smile.
“I’m sorry, I know this probably didn’t turn out like you wanted it too.”
“No hard feelings, this was temporary. And it was lots of fun. But you both deserve to be happy.” he replies with a smile.
You smile too and nod before leaving and going to your car. After throwing your duffel in the back and yourself into the driver’s seat, you were on your way home.
Parking in the same spot as you always did, you turn and pull the keys from the ignition as your eyes scan over the building. The living room light was still on, a small flickering every now and then telling you that Jay was probably watching the Hawks game.
You step out with a deep breath, bag in hand, your exhale crystallizing into fog from Chicago’s chilly winter weather. Walking towards the door, you unlock it with the keys you have and walk in, dropping your duffel by the door.
“Will, I’m not in the mood.” you hear Jay say from your living room.
Softly walking in, you see the small collection of beers that hadn’t taken Jay’s edge off strewn around him. The dark circles you had seen develop over the past weeks looked so much darker now. Tears filled your eyes at the realization that he was right, you were letting your extra feelings get in the way of what matters. Your friendship.
“It’s not Will, Jay,” you say.
Jay quickly twists from his lounging position to see you. It’s like he couldn’t stand up fast enough as he rushes towards you, pulling you into a tight hug. Gently, you wrap your arms around him in a friendly way, holding him close to you.
“I’m so sorry, (Y/N).” you hear him mumble.
“Enough of that, I’m home now.”
He pulls away just a touch, your faces proximity making your cheeks light up like red bulbs from Christmas lights. For a moment, you wish that he take that one step forwards. That his lips dance with yours when danger isn’t looming. But your wishes are futile as he takes more steps away from you.
“I’ll get you a beer,” he says as he backs away more, clearing up all the empty beer bottles before disappearing into the kitchen.
You only nod before plopping yourself on the end of the couch you claimed as yours. Soon enough, Jay returned with two beer bottles, sitting on his end of the couch while tossing a blanket over to you. You take both gratefully, sipping your beer while curling up into the soft material.
Two beers turned into twenty, giving both of you a slight buzz. The Hawks game had changed to Brooklyn Nine Nine. The space between you and Jay had shrunk as you cuddled together on the couch peacefully. Your tipsy laughter fills the apartment, contrasting the blue light from the TV with warmth.
Your soft whine when the show switches from the cop comedy to Seinfeld only makes Jay laugh more. You smack his chest playfully, quickly sitting up to meet his face.
“How dare you giggle at my misery. Halstead,”
“Oh whatever, stupid, it was cute and I’m allowed,” he replies with a smirk.
“Oh, so I’m stupid then cute?”
“Will you shut up so we can watch the show?”
“Make me.”
You will never regret saying those two words.
In a blur, Jay snatches your hips and pulls you onto his lap. The distance between you two closed as he leans up and captures your lips with his. Shocked, you gasp but quickly return the kiss, your hand working their way from his chest to his face.
His hands somehow find their way under your shirt, on your lower back, pulling you closer into his chest. Working your hands away from his head, you tug at the collar of his shirt from behind his neck.
Another blur and Jay is standing with you in his arms before disappearing into his room with you.
-~-
The bright light streaming in from Jay’s windows pierces your brain, making you groan slightly from the mild hangover you had...again.
But my were you glad you were.
As soon as you tried to slip out of bed to get some aspirin, two strong arms pulled you closer into a chest. Turning around, you see Jay half asleep with a goofy smile on his face. A sense of relief flooded over you, he remembered the night before. And he didn’t seem to regret it either.
“You gotta let me go, lover boy,” you mumble as you run a hand through his messy hair.
“Nooo,” he whines, puling you even tighter to him causing you to giggle.
“We are gonna be late and Voight will be pissed,”
“God, fine, but you owe me when we get home,”
He reluctantly releases you into the cold air of the apartment. With ease, you steal his shirt laid on the floor and slip it over your naked self. Looking behind you, you catch a glimpse of him getting out of bed. Memories of the night before flooded your mind, making you bite your lip and a blush to spread across your face.
“Can I help you?” he asks while slipping on a pair of sweatpants, a tired smirk on on his face.
“Hmm, maybe when we get home.” you say with a wink before walking out of the room.
-~-
A couple of months later and both of you still have a jump in your step walking into work. The squad originally thought it was because you had finally gone home to Jay. But when your giddiness hadn’t died down over the weeks, bets were quickly placed.
Sitting at your desk, you take a sip of coffee and begin to fill out paperwork on your laptop. From across the room, you could feel Halstead’s eyes on you. Subtly looking over at him, you see his eyes on the hickey forming on your neck just below your jaw. With a smirk, you tuck your hair out of the way, putting the bruise on full display. You watch as Jay’s bottom lip gets tucked beneath his teeth and you send a soft wink his way.
Just in time, you look away to see Voight rushing downstairs, armed in tactical gear.
“We’ve got a hostage situation at Bleeker Street Bank. All of Intelligence needs to be there, this seems to link back to our case against Diaz,” Voight quickly says to the squad.
Jumping out of your seat, you rush to the locker room and quickly suit up. Walking out with your gun case, you hear Voight assign you and Halstead on the opposing roof as snipers. With a nod, you both rush out to his beast of a truck.
The entire ride there, he kept a gentle hand on your thigh but you could tell he was on edge. You both hated when the other had to go into a highly dangerous situation, but it was part of your job. As he parks, you quickly lay your hand on his cheek and turn his face towards you. Gently, you lay a quick but deep kiss on his lips. Once he pulls away, his eyebrow shoots up and smirk appears on his face.
“What was that for?”
“To get you to calm down,”
You smirk and get out, grabbing your gun case from the back and making your way up to the roof of the opposing building. Once you’re stationed, you quickly set up the gun and aim the scope at the open window. You have a clear view of the hostages in the room but no sign of the offender.
“You got eyes on the offender?” you ask Jay, not moving from your spot.
No response.
“Jay?”
Suddenly, you feel a blade against your throat, making you tense up but your hands refuse to move from your gun.
“Come on, pretty girl. You and your friend are gonna pay for what you did to Diaz.”
Gripping tightly onto your gun, you snap your head back, hitting your captor in the crotch with your head. He stumbles back, but not without his blade cutting your neck a bit. Gritting your teeth through the pain, you use both hands to hit your offender in the face with your heavy rifle. Quickly, he flies to the ground, unconscious from the hit.
That’s when you hear the click of another gun, most likely aimed at you.
Slowly, you turn your head to see another guy with a gun in hand. This time, it wasn’t aimed at you. It was aimed towards Jay’s head as he held him a death grip.
“Let him go...” you growl.
“Nuh - uh, sweet heart. You and your friend are coming with us. Drop the rifle.”
Quickly, you let go, the clatter of the powerful gun making the man in front of you relax a bit.
“He had nothing to do with this,” you reply, raising one hand and slowly moving your other that was concealed from him towards your back where your pistol lay.
“He was an accomplice, got Quentin into the spot where you needed to shoot. So nah, he’s coming with us.”
Jay’s eyes widen at the sight of your hand gripping tightly onto your gun before you whip it out, aiming it at the additional captor. At the same time, the gruff looking man moves his aim away from Jay and towards you. Jay desperately tries to break the man’s hold on him before it’s too late.
“I said let him go!” you yell, your anger increasing at the situation.
“Move one more step and I’ll shoot!” he replies.
“Go ahead, because you can bet your ass I won’t miss!”
The tip of your gun is aimed directly at his head and you take a sharp inhale as your finger moves to the trigger.
“Drop him!” you yell again.
“Put the gun down!”
Exhale and shoot.
But more then one gun goes off at the same time. Adrenaline runs through your veins like a mustang as you watch the guy drop dead beside an unharmed Jay.
“Told you I don’t miss,” you say as you shakily lower your pistol. Wait, why were you shaking?
Looking down, you see blood pooling on the white shirt underneath your bullet proof vest. He’d gotten you right below the ribs, right where your body was exposed from the vest when you had your arms up.
“(Y/N)!” Jay yells as he rushes over to you.
Blood pours through the shirt as you drop your gun, applying pressure to the wound as the metallic liquid pours through your fingers like water. The amount of blood you were losing and how fast it was pouring out makes your legs weak. Too weak, as they collapse under you, your body hitting the gravel roof as everything blurs.
“This is Jay Halstead, officer down! We need paramedics on the roof of the north building immediately!”
“C’mon, baby, you can’t leave me now.” Jay’s voice echoes in your head.
His hands are over yours as he helps keep pressure on the wound. You simply smile through the pain, moving one bloodied hand from underneath his and laying it on top of the pile.
“I love you,” you say, giving his hand a gentle squeeze as your eyelids get too heavy to hold open.
- Jay’s POV -
“(Y/N)?” I ask shakily, tears flooding my eyes in a faster pace then before. When she doesn’t answer, it’s like a punch to the gut over and over.
“(Y/N), stay with me! Wake up, baby, please!”
I push harder on her wound as her body begins to go limp. Paramedics arrive, bracing her and carrying her into the ambulance as I follow close behind. Both of us ride in the back of the ambo as it races to Med. Paramedics work around me as I hold onto her hand with both of my mine, tears breaking up the blood stained on my face.
As they race her into the ED, I see Rhodes eyes widen at who his next trauma patient was before quickly getting to work. She disappears into the ED as Will races out and towards me. All I can seem to do is sit against the tail end of the ambo, staring off into space.
“Jay, man, what happened? Are you hurt?” Will asks.
“I never got to tell her I love her back.”
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Best Shot - Part 4
Warnings: lotta angst, poor medical description, tooth rotting fluff
Word Count: 1519
A/N - There is some descriptive writing about being awake during surgery. This scene will take place in italics. If scenes like this make you squeamish, skip past the italicized part.
Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 (finale)
-~-
He could hear your screams from the waiting room, making more tears fall with each tortured yelp. Why couldn’t they just sedate you? Give you some kind of pain management?
As if some other worldly power heard him, your echoes of pain no longer bounced towards him. Jay’s cries turned to sobs, his hands grasped so tight in front of his face his knuckles were white. Ruzek gently clapped his shoulder, along with the rest of the squad that surrounded the lone Halstead.
“She’s a fighter, Jay. I’m sure she’s okay,” he mumbles, trying to make the best of a bad situation.
Jay wishes with everything he has that Adam was right. That Rhodes had just put you under to spare you the pain. But there was a small voice, like a demon on his shoulder, saying that you had left him. That you were gone.
So as soon as Will entered the waiting area, covered in your blood, he held his breath. Everyone that was there for you did. When Will sat beside his brother, tears began to form in preparation for the worst.
“The, uh,” Will sighs. “The bullet was through and through. Only nicked a few arteries and Dr. Rhodes is stitching up the arteries right now. She might scream some more because she refused sedation.”
“Wait, without sedation? Why didn’t she want sedation?” Jay asks quickly.
“That’s something you’ll have to ask her once we move her up into recovery.”
“When can I see her?” Jay says while wiping what was left of his tears.
“Well, Natalie just has a few more tests to run after the surgery and then I’ll take you to her.” Will says while standing up. “She got really lucky, more then you know right now.”
Once he walks away, the entire district was in a kerfuffle over Will’s vagueness about your refusal of sedation.
“Who does he think he is? Sherlock Holmes? We deserve to know.” Ruzek says to the group.
“Yeah, well it’s obvious she didn’t want us to know something.” Jay snaps.
The whole room fell silent.
-(Y/N)’s POV-
The bounce from the stretcher sent pain racing through our abdomen, waking you up from your blood loss induced sleep. Once your eyes opened, you saw tears racing down Jay’s face as he sat on the ambo. You tried to sit up, tried to get to him and tell him you were okay. But the pain and a hand on your chest was a gruesome reminder.
“Let’s get 100 milligrams of Fentanyl in her stat and a bedside ultrasound,” Connor says as he wheels you into the trauma room.
“On my count. 1, 2, 3,”
Shaky hands lift your back board and lay you on the bed. All you can think to do is scream as your wound is hit multiple times in the tussle. Your vest is removed and your shirt is cut off swiftly with scissors. Through your blurry vision, you see Will and another doctor enter, gloves at the ready. The women takes the ultrasound wand from Connor as Will tries to place in an iv in your arm.
“Bullet is through and through,” Connor says.
“No free fluid in the belly,” the other doctor says before moving the wand lower. “Wait, hold the fentanyl.”
“Natalie, she needs it.” Will says as you feel a needle pierce your skin, adding onto the pile of pain your body was vibrating from.
“Ms. (Y/L/N), did you know you were pregnant?”
“No, no fucking way,” you mumble as you shake harder, only increasing your pain.
“Alright, (Y/N),” you hear Connor say. Turning your head, you can see the worry in his eyes.
“You are pregnant. Now I can give you a lower dose of fentanyl and I can get you under mild anesthesia. But I need to repair your wound or you and the baby will die.”
Everything begins to blur around you, but one thing stands out through the fog. You were going to protect your baby no matter what.
“Give me the lowest dose you can give me,” you whimper. “No sedation.”
“(Y/N)-”
“You heard me Connor!” you say as the pain spreads up, making it feel like you can’t breathe.
“Alright, call my team and take her to the Hybrid OR. Natalie, scrub in, I need you to keep an eye on that fetus.”
Connor and Natalie disappear out of the room as Will sticks you with yet another needle. Quickly, he wheels you in your bed into the OR. With the help of some nurses, he gets you on the operating table.
“Do you want me to tell Jay?” he asks.
“No,” you say while swallowing back whatever was left in your mouth. Will simply nods and leaves the room as Natalie and Connor enter.
“Alright, (Y/N), this is going to hurt but I need you to stay as still as possible. If you flinch and I knick another artery it’s game over for you two.” he says to, preparing what he needed to begin.
All you could do was nod, the pain and exhaustion beginning to overtake your already weak and fragile body.
That’s when you felt the first cut.
Searing pain on top of what already was unbearable spreads across your skin like fire ants on the hunt. You scream out, the only option you have as you force your body to stay as still as possible.
“(Y/N), the baby’s heart rate is increasing because of the pain. It’s safer for both of you to go under light sedation. I promise it won’t hurt it.” Natalie says to you, her worried eyes peering through into your soul.
You can only nod with a sob as Natalie gets to work. At the same time yet another needle pierces your skin, you feel cold metal digging into your chest. You’re out of energy to scream, all you can do is cry, ensuring your chest doesn’t bounce with each passing sob.
As you watch the needle disappear into your chest cavity, you prepare yourself to feel the pain once more. Thanks to the sedation, you finally didn’t feel a thing, but your body stayed tensed up as always.
After about a half an hour, you were closed up and waiting to be transferred to the recovery room. Connor sits beside you in the tiny ER room, his cap and mask in hand as he looks at you.
“Is it mine?”
Your breath hitches in your throat. What if it was? Back there, you automatically thought that the baby belonged to Jay, failing to remember about your adventures with Connor.
“I don’t know,” you croak. “If it is?”
“That’s up to you.”
You sigh to the amount your chest lets you. Things were finally right with Jay, you were in love and happy. Of course this happens now, something to take your happiness away.
“Dr. Rhodes? Can I have a moment with (Y/N)?” you hear Natalie say from the entrance to the cramped room.
“Yeah,” Connor says before standing up. “Just keep me updated.”
Natalie only nods as he leaves, you chuckling at her curtness towards him. She looks towards you and smiles, pulling the ultrasound machine over once more.
“Really? Him?” she says teasingly. You keep your chuckles soft to avoid more pain, but through your exhaustion you smile.
“What can I say? He was available.”
Looking down at her hand, you spot a ring on her finger, the one Jay had shown you many times on the anniversary of his Mom’s death. The one Will had taken for his special person.
“You’re Will’s fiancée?” you ask as you watch her hit a few buttons on the machine beside you two.
“Yeah, you must be Jay’s best friend then.” she replies before gently lifting up your gown.
“Not so much anymore,” you say with a bit of glum.
“I’m sure the baby won’t get in the way,” she reassures.
“That’s no-”
You’re interrupted by the sound of your baby’s heartbeat. Uncontrollable tears spring to your eyes once she turns the screen for you to see your tiny blip. Gently, you lay a hand over your mouth to hide your smile, not believing that there was another human inside you that somehow, you would do anything for already.
“The baby looks completely healthy, despite everything. They look to be about 7 weeks along.” Natalie says to you with a smile.
You run a hand through your hair, quickly doing the math in your head. The last time you and Connor slept together was well over 7 weeks at that point. You and Jay...well.
“It’s not Connor’s.” you reply with a soft sigh in relief.
With a smirk, Natalie sends a few photos to be printed before cleaning you up and taking you up to recovery. Once she gets you set up, ensuring everything was in working order, she walks towards the doorway. Before she leaves, she turns back towards you.
“Do you want me to bring Jay up?” she asks.
You nod softly as you gently lay a shaking hand on your abdomen. It was time for your blip to me it’s daddy.
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Best Shot - Part 5 (finale)
Warnings: Pregnancy? (if that’s a warning), some pretty fluffy fluff, a bit or arguing
Word Count: 766
A/N - Thank you all so much for reading this story! If you want a spin off or have a request, feel free to leave an ask or a comment!
Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
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You softly twirl the photo Natalie had given you when she came to check on you. Your mind was in some kind of dreamland while you waited for Jay to come see you. Would your blip have his eyes? His smile? Lord help you if they inherited his cockiness too.
The door softly creaks, making you look up to see Jay walk in, flowers and a coffee in hand. You laid the photo face down on your stomach and automatically see the hints of red bouncing off his hazel eyes, you could tell he was crying over you. All you could offer him was a small smile. He returns it a bit, gently laying the flowers on the table beside you.
Before turning to sit down, he leans over you, laying a small kiss against your lips, making you smile against his. As he slowly pulls away, you can tell he’s holding back tears. Shakily, you reach up to wipe away the ones that had already fallen.
“I love you,” he whispers quietly. “I was so scared I wouldn’t be able to tell you.”
“I already know you love me, Jay. Don’t worry, because I love you too.”
With a soft smile, he lays another tender kiss on your lips. With your arm opposite your injury, you run a hand through his hair and let your lips dance along with his. Eventually, you two have to part, making you pout softly. Jay chuckles at your reaction, like music to your ears.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, taking a seat beside you.
“Like I’ve been hit by a nausea inducing truck,” you reply with a soft chuckle.
“C’mon, whimp.” he chuckles a bit. “You’ve taken worse.”
“The stakes were higher this time,” you reply, your smile not disappearing, making Jay raise his eyebrow.
“I think the pain has made you go crazy.”
“I’m on pain management, Jay.”
“Then why didn’t you take the sedation?”
“Because I didn’t need it.”
“Your screams tell me otherwise. It sounded like they were torturing you, (Y/N).”
“Well, I didn’t want it.”
“You proved you’re tough, babe. Next time just take it.”
“Well I’m not going to need it. I’m not returning to the field for at least 9 months.”
“I know you need to heal but 9 months seems a bit long, don’t you think?”
“God, your skull is thicker then my ass sometimes.” you say with a soft chuckle.
“Well just tell me then instead of dropping hints!” he yells dramatically, a small smirk appearing on his face.
You chuckle to the best of your ability without popping a stitch before your hand glides over to the fragile photo laying on your stomach. Shakily, you lift the photo of your blip and hand it to Jay’s calloused hands, even his shaking from unknown emotion.
As he guides the black and white picture towards his eyes, you try to read his face to understand the emotion he processes. For once, your talent to read people was failing you, Jay’s face was frozen in place as his eyes analyze your tiny blip.
Your heart begins to pace like you wish your legs would let you in this situation. Waiting for an answer was torturous, worse then any other questioning tactic you had ever gone through.
But like the sun creeping through the blinds early in the morning, Jay’s tearful smile sent warmth all over your body. You replicate the small smile with happy tears falling into the crevices your smile left in your cheeks.
Jay lays the photo on the one nightstand left in the room and lays his hand on your nonexistent baby bump, his eyes full of amazement. Gently, you move your hand on top of his, looking down at the two hands over your little blip.
You feel Jay’s lips against your cheek once. But when he goes in for another, you move your head so his lips meet yours instead, a sweet kiss shared between the two of you. As you both pull away, looking at each other with nothing but love, you whisper:
“Looks like I still haven’t missed in the past 10 years,”
“Oh, for fucks sake, (Y/N)! We were having a moment!” Jay whines playfully, causing you to laugh softly while squeezing his hand.
Later that night, you look down at your small family beginning. Jay’s sleeping head laying on top of your stomach with a small smile despite his current state. You gently run a hand through his hair in a lazy pattern as you think about your future. Your blip turning into a baby. Your shared room in the apartment turning into a nursery. Maybe even a ring to replace your empty finger. However, there was one thing you knew for certain.
This was the best shot you had ever taken.
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Family Isn't Always Fair
Matildas age: 14 years old
Tw: Seizures, Hospitals, Family Arguing, Yelling, Mentions of shots
Summary: After Matilda's sister got diagnosed everything changed and she didn't get much attention as she used to. That was until she was diagnosed with Epilepsy and their entire family crumbles with one Chaotic night.
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Of course they didn't show up. They are always paying attention to my older sister Sophia. Ever since Sophia test results came back they've been acting like I don't exist. It's been like this for 3 years now since I was 11.
My competition was today for ice skating and they promised they would show up but turns out they had something “come up with work” I just know thats a code sentence for something that came up with sophia.
I haven't even had the time to tell them something that's been going on. My teachers and friends notice i blank out a lot and i've brushed it off for awhile but it's gotten to the point where i even got detention for not paying attention in class
***
Walking through the door I don't hear anyone or the house being filled with chaos. “Mom? Dad? I'm home”I shouted. Just as I thought no one, not even Sophia. All I see is a note on the counter with dads card saying I can door dash if I want too.
I heard someone knock at the door and I waited 30 seconds before getting up hoping the dasher had already left.
***
I was finally dozing off when my family came home
“Mattie we’re home” My dad yelled while putting the groceries on the counter.
I walked into the kitchen to see my dad already preparing dinner. “Wanna help?”
“Sure, it's not like I have much to do, '' I replied, finally relieved that I got to do something with my dad for once.
“Hey, so i made first in my ice skating competition” I said, trying to make some small talk
“That's good Mattie, so are you moving onto the final round? Jay asked while finishing up the pasta on the stove.
“Yeah and i'm going up against my biggest comp-”
“Your biggest what?” Jay turned his head towards Matilda when she didn't reply. “Mattie? Can you hear me” Snapping his fingers in her face.
(Authors Note, Even though abscess seizures last less than 15 seconds I'm going to make this last for around a minute reading it may seem longer but it's not that long).
Jays POV
I called Hailey to come downstairs because either Mattie was pranking me or something was seriously wrong with her.
“Yeah jay what's up?”
“Somethings wrong with Mattie, it's like she's just staring into space and she's not moving.”
“What do you mean she's staring into space?”Hailey tilting her head in confusion
Jay waved his hand in his daughters face and she didn't respond
“Alright i'm calling will”
I was keeping an eye on Mattie but before Hailey could call will, Mattie started moving aging.
“Mattie, are you ok? What happened”
“Yeah im fine and i don't know what happened” Her voice obviously confused
“What were we just talking about?” I asked. Will taught me in these situations I should ask questions if something bad were to happen.
“Uhh, I don't really know. It's like there's fog everywhere in my head”.
“Hails stay here with soph im taking her to med” I said almost dragging matilda off the kitchen bench.
“Ok, keep me posted. I'll tell voight you can't come in tonight.”
***
Connor “Ok so we ran some tests and it's epilepsy. It seems like she suffers from absent seizures from what she told and what you experienced with her. “
As Connor checks up on Mattie I feel ashamed to even be a father. How did I not notice this, she had been suffering for a while. I made it seem like Sophia is my only child, I made her feel left out, I made her… I made her feel like a glass child.
“Jay, JAY!” i was snapped out of my thoughts when will was trying to get my attention
“Sorry just thinking about something” I murmured
“I'm going to tell you this now, whatever happened whatever your think isn't your fault. You couldn't have prevented it no matter what you do. She's gonna have to live with it for the rest of her life and you guys will manage it I promise you.” will said while walking to sit down with me.
9 months later
Things are different nowadays. Hails and I have been arguing more now over Sophia on how I never pay attention to her and I spend all my time with Matilda now. We started attending couples therapy 5 months ago, and so far it's working . We've been arguing less and spending an equal amount of time with the girls. I still do spend a lot of time with Matilda but Hailey does have to know.
“Sophia, hurry up if we wanna get good seats then we have to leave now” I yelled upstairs while grabbing my keys and matilda's small bag.
***
“GO MATTIE” i cheered probably louder than everyone else.
Matties POV
Spin, Jump, Spin again anddd pose. I received an applause from the crowd and started to skate off the ice. I headed to the locker room and took my skates off and put my guards on. I walk around to find my family talking with my coach.
“Ahem?”My mom gives a look that means stop and behave.
Finally they finish and come over to me
“You did an amazing job honey, are they not doing awards today?” mom said as she hugged me
“No, they said something was wrong with there scoring so they'll release them out by email to us” I groaned
'`How about we go out for dinner, whose turn is it to pick?’ My dad asks
Before I can answer my sister shouts out “Olive Garden '' I don't really like olive garden that much but I prefer to have a nice family outing than to argue.
***
Once again me and my sister are fighting but this time it's bad. She had snuck out last night and got caught. She blames me because I didn't answer my phone to let her in. She ended up having to go through the front door which sends a notification to our parents phone every time the doors open. In my defense I had to sleep for my competition. I wasn't about to have dozens of seizures because I was sleep deprived.
I was talking on the phone and my sister overheard me saying “She was a spoiled brat and she's annoying” Truthfully i was talking about this girl in school that everyone hates. Next thing I know I was hanging up on the phone then next I was being pushed to the floor.
Haileys Pov
Me and Jay agreed that we would just let the girls fight now. They always made up and the fights were never physical, only verbal.
We caught Sophia coming back home at 3 in the morning. We grounded her until winter break which is in 1 month. The whole fight went on for about 20 minutes before jay told them to shout
Quieter before the cops came.
I was showing Jay an instagram post when there was a loud thud. Me and Jay both shot our heads up towards the ceiling. “Girls stop throwing stuff” i just looked down at my phone then looked back up when i didn't hear them shouting. “Matilda?...Sophia?” Me and jay both shared the same look and got up to see the damage
“Mattie, soph what's going-”Jay's voice in a mad tone “Mattie, oh my gosh.”
Walking in we see matilda having a seizure and sophia just standing there in shock
“She's having a seizure, Sophia. I need you to run downstairs and get my radio” Sophia just stood there looking at me. “Sophia so help me if you don't go get that radio you will wish voight would have dealt with you instead”. By saying that Sophia snapped out of whatever she was in and ran downstairs.
“What happened? She never has epileptic seizure in awhile” i asked
“She could’ve hit her head or something because i don't know how you get from standing the ground” Jay replied while checking his watch as hit the 30 second mark.
Sophia finally brings up my radio and radio for an ambulance. “This is 50-21 gorge. I need an ambulance to my location, 15 year-old female having a seizure.
At a minute and 30 seconds the seizure finally stopped. We rolled Matilda on her side in recovery position. Jay checked her pulse to make sure it's steady.
I ran my finger through matties hair, i couldn't hear jay asking where the ambulance is i just kept playing the scene in my head.
(Forgot to change the pov so this is going to to be in 3rd person until Voight is done yelling at Sophia)
“Hey Mags” will said while putting his tablet down
“Hey will, you need to control your niece”
“What did she do this time?”
“She told me last week that she wanted to live with me because i let her eat ice cream while she was over at my house because "everytime i come to your house you let me ice cream"” She replied and made a squeaky voice
Will let out a small chuckle “She for real said that? I can't blame her i would want to eat ice cream all the time too”
Just then the buzzer went off signaling that someone new came in. Will ran over
“What have we got”
“14 year old Matilda Halstead, found having a seizure in her bedroom” The paramedics said
Will knew he couldn't treat her because she was family. Connor and Ethan stepped in for the place of will.
“Ok, we're gonna move her to the bed on 3, (1-2-3).” Ethan said while getting ready
“Hey matilda, can you tell me how old you are” Connor said while rubbing her sternum
Will just stood there looking through the open door. It took will to fight off every thought to go in there and help.
Just then Natalie walked in to begin her shift. “Hey will, how are you?” When she didn’t get a response she turned around to see Will standing there. “Will are you good?”.Natalie caught a glimpse of what was going on and decided that will shouldn't be seeing this. “Will, how about we go sit down.” Natalie brought will into the waiting room where the rest of his family was.
***
“Ok Matilda you're going to feel a small poke.” Connor was telling Matilda what they were doing even though she wasn't responding.
“I want her taken up for a CT scan and I want the results as soon as possible, say Dr. Goodwin orders it.”
Connor didn't care if he got in trouble for lying about Sharon Goodwin's words. Matilda was family and he would do anything for her no matter the consequences.
***
Connor walked into the waiting room to see Jay, Will and Natalie. “So she had a seizure because of how hard she hit her head. She also has a mild concussion. I want to keep her for 3 nights just for observation. She wasn't reacting to the meds we originally gave her so I want to rey giving her something else.” Connor explained
“Why wasn't she reacting to the meds”. Jay asked obviously concerned
“I don't exactly know why, I wanna take her up for testing if it's ok with you and hailey”
“You can do it, Me and hailey give you permission to do whatever it takes to help Mattie '' Even though hailey was here he knew she would give permission.
“We moved her to a room on the Peds floor, but she is awake so you can go see her,” Connor said.
“I have to go take care of patients but ill make sure to come see her when i can. I’ll find someone to cover you for a couple of hours” Natalie said while getting up
“Thanks Nat” Will replied while walking away from her
***
“ARE YOU INSANE SOPHIA?” Hailey yelled at her eldest child “MATTIE COULD HAVE SOME SERIOUS DAMAGE NOW, DO YOU REALIZE THAT”
“Hailey take a break or go see your daughter, I’ll deal with her” Voight stepped in.
Sophia let out a gulp knowing shes dead. If you were in trouble and Hank Voight stepped in to deal with you, you might as well just go to jail.
But this time was different, something about the way he was talking was completely different from when he would usually yell at the kids when they were in trouble. This time he was…he was Comforting and nice.
Hanks Pov
“Sophia, you do understand that your parents are extremely mad at you”
Sophia was too scared to even talk. She thought if she said something Hank would blow up at her.
(Idk what else to do for this part let's just say that hank didn't yell at her and he listened to why she did what she did)
***
Matilda’s Pov
All I could hear was ringing and muffled voices all around me. When I tried to open my eyes I immediately shut them because of the blinding light. I can feel someone holding my hand and I finally open my eyes to see my dad sleeping in the chair, he moved close to my bed and my uncle will talking to my mom catching her up on what happened, to wherever she went…
My head is pounding and my mind feels hazy. “Did I have a seizure or something?” I think to myself.
Just then my dad wakes up and sees me looking around the room.
Jays pov
I can see Mattie’s eyes and she is obviously confused and wondering why she's here. It's not our first time here and everytime she ends up crying because she doesn't remember what happened and she's confused.
“Hey Mattie, how are you feeling?”
“Like I was thrown in a washing machine on a spin cycle.”
“I can see your humor and attitude hasn't gone away.” I chuckle
Just then will and hailey come into the room asking all type of questions
“Maybe you guys need to calm down on the questions and-” Before I could finish Mattie started crying.
“Why’s she crying?” Hailey asks concerned
“She usually cries after waking up because she's confused and scared. Plus you two bombarded her with questions as soon as you saw her” I reply with a snarky tone
Just then the pager went off“ Shoot i gotta go take care of a patient i’ll be back later Mattie.”
“So did you talk to Soph” I said breaking the silence
“Yeah i yelled at her for like 2 seconds before voight came in.”She said looking down at the floor
“And what did she say?”
“She explained everything and i understand why she pushed her”
“Really hailey, you're protecting sophia again? She's the reason why we're having this conversation right now.” I yell but in a whisper
“Jay, how about we talk about this at home, we're in a hospital.” She says
“Fine, we'll talk at home. ”
***
I am so fed up with Hailey always protecting Sophia in these types of situations and using her disability as an excuse for her actions. “You're never here to see what's going every time she's in the hospital the first night, You're always at home with sophia.” I snap
“Well, yeah who else is going to watch her?”
“HAILEY, she's 16 years old, Mattie was staying at home watching her at 12 when we were at work and when sophia wasn't home” I yell but none it down because it's night time and i don't want Sophia and Mattie to wake up.
“I WAS WITH SOPH ALL ALONE HAVING TO DEAL WITH HER” she yelled back in a whisper.
“You seem to prioritize Sophia over mattie. Did you forget that you have another daughter? You made me feel like i needed to pay attention to Soph more than Mattie”
“Jay I-” She tried to speak but I cut her off. “No, I need to talk. Matilda has felt miserable for 3 years because of us. I didn't even realize I was making her childhood like mine. She felt like a glass child for years hailey…YEARS, and now when i try to hang out with her and be with her you need to put yourself there and say that “You should take Soph with you” I imitated her “Sophia this, Sophia that” I imitated her again “Do you ever get tired of talking about sophia?, NO YOU CLEARLY DON'T” I yell this time “GOD HAILEY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU HAVE TWO KIDS NOT ONE, BUT TWO.” I shout in her face “I am so done with you right now-”
Just then Matilda walks in the kitchen wondering what's with all the shouting
“Dad, what's going on?” she asks
“Nothing Mattie, go back to bed i’ll be there in a minute” I reply with a smile
She runs back up the stairs and I turn back to my wife. “You don't even go to her competitions anymore…” is all i could say. I couldn't stand to see her right now.
I walk up to mattie room and knock on the door frame “Hey my favorite ice skater, can i come in?
“Sure”
I walk into Mattie's room and sit on the bed.
“Hey dad?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you and mom gonna split up?” she asks me with tears in her eyes
“Oh Mattie, I really don't know honey. Me and mom are just going through stuff and we aren't happy with each other right now” I tell her while bring her in for a hug
“I heard you arguing about me and Soph, but mostly me”
“We just had a disagreement about something that had you in it. It's fine, nothing bad was said about you. I reassured her
“You don't have to talk to me like i'm five anymore dad” She said making the word five very clear
“You're still gonna be my tiny little baby forever though” I chuckle “Mind if I sleep here tonight?” I didn't want to sleep in the same bed with hailey let alone be in the same room with her.
“Why” Shes asks
I quickly come up with a lie that she will believe due to the recent events “Will and Connor said i need to watch you just incase you know”
“Sure you can go get the spare mattress in my closet because i know you wont sleep in my bed because you complain i move in my sleep, plus i don't wanna sleep by someone who snores like a bear”
“You got one thing right, you move in your sleep like crazy and two I do not snore like a bear, I sleep peacefully like a baby.” I say while bringing the mattress and blanket to the room.
While setting up the mattress I realize I don't have a pillow “Hey Mattie do you have a-” I get cut off with her throwing a pillow in my face.
“Here's your pillow you big baby”
“Alright go to bed before i ground you for doing something stupid, i'm gonna use the bathroom real quick”
“Ok”
I came out of the bathroom to see Matilda passed out in her bed. She definitely missed her bed while being at the hospital.
I get into bed, well the mattress and think about what I'm going to do tomorrow. I can't continue living with someone who acts like this and doesn't recognize her other daughter. Let alone see her when she's in the hospital.
***
Things are different now. Hailey wouldn't agree with me on how she's wrong about Sophia and how she “can’t” take care of herself. A few months after the whole thing with Sophia and Matilda we got a divorce. We dropped the charges that were held against Sophia because we didn't want it to hurt her future. Me and her still work at intelligence but i don't come in for work unless i need to. I do cases from home in my office so I can be with Mattie and I don't have to see Hailey as much. I do go into work every couple of days to be with the team and talk about cases and whatnot.
Mattie alsojust celebrated her 15th birthday with family and friends. As an extra gift from me to her I took on her dream vacation to paris. I even tried to ask hailey if she wanted to come but she said no and that she had work that week. I knew it was a lie because I knew her schedule and she probably just said that so she could take care of sophia. Mattie, even a national titIe when she went to Nationals. She was the highest scoring out of the entire competition. I couldn't be happier.
Although I do miss our whole family being together it's been better now that we're apart. I've gotten to know Mattie way more and had to listen though all the girl drama. Even had to help her when she first got her period and i didnt know who to call because Hailey and Kim were undercover.
Life may be different than it was. What maybe a year and a half ago, but were going to be fine and were going to live with it.
“Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family” - Anthony Brandt
This is way longer than it is on wattpad because i combined both chapters into one plus i like changing the title in tumblr for the fun and looks if it. Just a little quote to close out this story
When Patients Attack [Connor Rhodes]
Description: A patient assaults Y/N.
Warnings: Blood, assault.
"Dr. Y/L/N, this is Louie Gramza, unconscious forty year old male, had a seizure in the ambulance on the way here. Five centimeter laceration across the forehead, Abdominal Contusions. BP and Heart Rate are slightly elevated." The paramedic finishes his handover and Y/N starts giving orders. She takes her penlight out and pulls Louie's eyelids back.
"Dr. Y/L/N his oxygen levels are low." A nurse says.
"Start him on oxygen and get me a Neurosurgery Consult, his left pupil is enlarged."
"Yes doctor." The nurse says. She runs out of the room to get to the phone.
While Y/N and April are getting ready to clean and stitch the laceration, Dr. Halstead runs into the room and asks if he could steal April for an emergency.
"Go ahead. I got this." On their way out the door to the trauma bay closes. She turns back to Louie and grabs the antiseptic. "Ok, Louie, lets get this stitched up."
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After finishing the stitches, Y/N was told there was a wait on the Neuro Consult, so she started cleaning up the kit she used. She had her back turned to Louie, so she didn't notice when he woke up, and started to stand. He bumped the cart beside him and she quickly turned around.
"Louie, you're ok, but you should really get back in bed." She places her hands on his shoulders and tries to persuade him into at least sitting down. Louie grunts and pushes her back. She stumbles but doesn't fall. "Louie, get back in the bed now." She states firmly.
Louie suddenly shoves her into the bins and she falls. Then he grabs her and pushes her onto the gurney and she kicks and scratches at him. "Louie!" He grabs her by the neck and shoves her into the wall again, but this time into the glass cabinet. The glass shatters and Y/N can feel some of it get stuck in her neck and head, but she still fights to get him off. He grabs her by the neck and pushes her head into the window. It cracks, and she struggles to get a breath in. He does it a second and a third time before she goes unconscious.
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"Hey April. Where's Y/N?" Connor asks as he stands by the nurses station.
"Last time I saw her was when we were in Baghdad treating a patient, but I got pulled."
"That was over an hour ago." Connor states. "No one has seen her since then?"
"I don't know, I'm sorry." April shrugs.
Connor decides to go look for her, so when he walks through the door, he is stunned at what he sees.
His fiancée. On the floor. Beat to hell.
"I need some help in here!" He yells. Immediately, April, Natalie, Will and a few other nurses join him in the room.
"Oh my god." April mutters before going to help Louie, knowing Connor will take care of Y/N. Will goes to help Connor as well.
"Get me that backboard! We're taking her into another room."
Y/N had her eyes closed, because her head felt like it was going to explode. She couldn't move and couldn't hear anything, so her eyes shot open as soon as Will and Connor rolled her onto her back. They both tried to talk to her, but all she heard was ringing, no words, sounds, nothing.
"Y/N, what happened?" Connor asks. She just looks at him with wide, confused eyes. Will looks at Connor and they share a look. "Can you move? Can you speak?"
They finally get her into another trauma room and start examining her.
"Her neck is bruised and swollen, she needs an airway evaluation." Will says, Natalie joins and pushes Connor out of the way.
While the doctors work on her, Y/N brings her right hand to her left ring finger.
It's gone.
"Y/N your lung is collapsing, we're going to need to push a chest tube in." Will tries telling her, but she still can't hear a single thing.
Maggie then rushes into the trauma room pulling her gloves on. Y/N and Maggie have a mother-daughter relationship. Y/N's parents were doctors here and she'd see Maggie all of the time.
"Hi, sweetie, follow my finger with your eyes ok?" Maggie says. She puts her finger in front of the doctors face and she follows it. Knowing that's what Maggie wanted her to do because that was their protocol. Maggie goes to grab a penlight when Y/N grabbed her hand. She used her right hand to point at her ring finger. Maggie looks down and realizes the beautiful ring is gone. "Connor! Her ring is gone!"
He walks up beside them and looks. "I don't care about the ring, it can be replaced. I only care about her right now."
"She loves that ring, you gave it to her."
Connor nods and his eyes widen. "Wait, did she hear you? Did she tell you her ring is gone?"
"I think she heard me, and no she grabbed my hand and pointed. Why? Has she not been following you guys?"
"No, she seems almost confused." Connor walks around to the other side and gives Will room to place the tube. He touches her jaw and Y/N immediately cringes. "Her jaws dislocated. I need to set it."
"You can't Connor." Natalie says.
"Have any of you set a jaw before?" He challenges. The other two shake their heads. "I'm doing it." He grabs gauze to place under his fingers and then grips it. "This is going to hurt."
POP
Tears well up in Y/N's eyes and Connor grabs her hand.
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Connor sits in the chair beside her bed. She had just gotten out of surgery and was still asleep. While she was in surgery Connor went back to find her ring. It was mixed in with a pile of glass shards.
"She's going to so happy you found that." Maggie says as she stands in the doorway.
Connor looks around the room and tears gather in the corner of his eyes.
"I don't understand why he'd do that to her."
"He had a Epidural Hematoma. Y/N requested a Neuro Consult, but everything was a mess and the nurse didn't get it sent. She stayed with him because that's what she thought was going on."
"And this damn ring, it's all she cared about."
"She cares about it because it's from you, and she absolutely loves you. You're her favorite person."
Connor chuckles and wipes his tears. "I really do not deserve that woman."
Y/N taps Connor's hand, trying to get his attention.
"Hey, how are you feeling? Can you hear now?" She nods and makes a thumbs up. Connor smiles and presses a kiss to her forehead. "Look what I found." He pulls out the ring and her face lights up. She holds her left hand out for him to put it on her finger. "I also got this for you." He hands her a small dry-erase board and a marker.
Y/N grabs it and turns it away from him. After a few moments she turns it around again. “I love you” is written with a heart besides it.
“I love you too.”
Black Ice [Connor Rhodes] 🎄
Description: Connor and Y/N meet in the ER on Christmas Eve.
Warnings: Car crash, injury.
A/N: Day 8 of 12 Days of Christmas!
Of course it had to dump snow on Christmas Eve in Chicago. When else would be a convenient time?
Snow causes everyone to drive even worse than normal and there is black ice everywhere.
The Emergency Room had been packed all day with general sickness patients, falls, trauma, literally anything that could get thrown at Chicago Med's staff was getting thrown, plus more.
There had been another accident on the highway and Connor was pulled from Cardio to help out.
His first patient had literally just been wheeled in on the stretcher as he walked in. A woman around his age, all banged up and unconscious, connected to a Cardiac Monitor, showing she is having some Tachycardia.
"Twenty-Eight year old female unconscious, and tachycardic. She was in the accident on the exit ramp." The paramedic says.
They lift her onto the bed and lay her flat. A few nurses join and quickly switch her to their monitors.
"We'll stick this cut on her forehead up and let's get a MRI and CT of her head, make sure she doesn't have any internal injuries. Also order a low dose of Propanol, that should help her heart rate." Connor orders.
"Yes Dr. Rhodes." The nurse replies and walks out of the room.
Connor grabs a suture kit and pulls a stool up beside the woman.
"Alright, lets get this cut stitched up."
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After the dose of Propanol, imaging, and stitching were done, the woman's heart rate went down and it was determined that she didn't have any brain injury and the unconsciousness is most likely just a result of "fight or flight".
Connor kept checking in on her every chance he could.
He didn't know why, but something just pulled his interest to her.
It was around ten thirty in the evening when she finally woke up. The nurses paged him and he made his way down quickly.
He knocks on the door before entering. Maggie is in the room getting the woman a drink.
"Dr. Rhodes, this is Y/N Y/L/N. She is a interior designer here in Chicago." Maggie says.
"Hi Y/N, I'm Dr. Rhodes. I've been taking care of you since your accident earlier this evening. How are you feeling?" Connor asks as he takes a pen light out to check her eyes.
"I'm feeling ok. Just a little sore." Y/N replies.
He puts the light away and sits on the stool near her bed.
"Well, you are doing really good. You just have a cut on your forehead that we stitched up and when you were brought in your heart rate was high. Is that normal for you?"
"Yeah, I was anxious while driving and I worked myself up I guess." She replies quietly.
"It happens to the best of us. I flipped my car into a ditch one winter during college." Connor says, trying to make her feel better about the situation.
She lets out a light chuckle and smiles at him. "Yeah I guess it does."