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[kamryn1963]

Okay no particular reason but, as much as I don't like Chapman, I honestly don't care/mind about that character, I just hope they don't do the romantic storyline with her and Hank. But...

I do love to think Trudy doesn't like Chapman at all and is annoyed by her presence any time, so she is just respectful with her because Hank seems to consider her a friend or something but, if at any given moment Hank were to consider Chapman as anything more, Trudy would be the first to slap him back to his senses LMAOOO

This image 'cause I just realized how Trudy has this "Ugh 🙄" face while looking at Chapman 😂😂😂

[kamryn1963]

Can you pls make a fanfic for Sharon Goodwin

one day at a time

Summary: After CeCe dies, Sharon and Daniel have a much needed talk.

Hey! Thank you for your request. I haven't written Sharon before, so this was fun to do. It ended up as a Sharon and Daniel fic (cause their friendship is my favorite thing) but I hope you enjoy!

It had been three hours since CeCe’s funeral. Most people had left by now, filtered out slowly after offering their condolences. Even Robin had left, tears slowly falling down her face as she walked to her car. 

The only person who hadn’t left was Daniel, who was still sitting on a bench near the graveyard, his gaze fixed on where they’d just buried CeCe only hours before. He hadn’t moved since then, his legs feeling too weak and unsteady to carry him. 

Besides, why would he want to leave? His wife, the woman he loved most in the world, was gone. She was here. He wanted to be with her. 

The sun was starting to set as the funeral had been in the late afternoon as that was CeCe’s favorite time of day. She loved going on evening walks before sunset when it was still light out, but the temperature was starting to drop and it was quieter outside. 

Daniel wanted to spend one more quiet evening with her. 

He didn’t look away from the grave until he heard footsteps and then somebody sat quietly beside him. Daniel didn’t need to look up to know it was Sharon. 

Sharon had only left an hour ago, just enough time to head home, change and stop by Daniel’s place to get him a change of clothes. She knew he needed time but she also knew what happened when she left Daniel alone with his thoughts. Especially his grief. 

“You don’t have to be here,” Daniel said eventually, voice hoarse. 

Sharon ignored him, her gaze also on CeCe’s grave. “She was an amazing person. One of the best I know. You're lucky to have had her, Daniel. Don’t you forget that just because she’s gone.” 

Daniel nodded, a small and shaky thing. “I shouldn’t have let her go for so long.” 

Sharon hummed. “Maybe not. But if you haven’t you wouldn’t have had Anna. Life works in mysterious ways, we both know that.” 

Daniel didn’t respond, and Sharon didn’t speak again. She just reached over, grabbing his hand and holding it. 

Sharon had seen grief a hundred times over. She had been a nurse after all. She’d seen people watch their loved ones die quickly, she’d seen them watch it happen slowly. She’d heard the cries of parents holding their dead kids and the screams of people losing their spouses. Sharon wasn’t a stranger to grief as much as she wished she was. 

It was always harder when it was people you knew, people you loved grieving. Sharon had watched CeCe die as much as Daniel had, she’d seen the life fade from her dear friend's eyes and had been helpless in stopping it. She’d been a nurse and all she could do was watch as it happened and hold Daniel when it happened. 

Sharon didn’t think she’d ever forget the call she got the day CeCe died, the way Daniel’s voice had cracked on the words before he could really say them. But Sharon had known and all she could do was come over to their house, and hold her friend as he sobbed. 

Now here they were, sitting side by side as the sun set behind them with nothing more than the sound of the birds and the trees in the wind surrounding them. 

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to live without her,” Daniel said eventually. 

Sharon sighed. “You take time off and you grieve. Then when you're ready, you come back and keep doing the job like she would’ve wanted you to. You keep being a father to those girls of yours and keep showing up because it’s what CeCe would’ve wanted you to do.” 

“You know, I’ve said those words to dozens of patients over the years but hearing them now they feel impossible to follow.” 

“Well you can keep that in mind for next time then. One day at a time, Daniel. Just one day at a time.” 

“One day at a time.” 

And when the sun finally set, they walked slowly back to Sharon’s car. Neither said anything, but they didn’t need to. Sharon drove home, stopping for food on the way even though neither would eat it. She let Daniel crash in her guest bedroom for as long as he needed to, knowing she couldn’t stand to go back to the place he’d shared with CeCe this soon. 

They’d get through this. One day at a time, side by side.

[kamryn1963]

Hi, so I saw your post abou Adam having Al as a father figure and Hank as a kinda uncle figure, and that you take request, so I was wondering if you could write something for Hank and Adam? Maybe a situation where Hank is seriously injured or really sick after Al's death and like Adam is trying to keep Hank alive or taking care of a really sick Hank and really loosing it feeling like he is loosing his secondary father figure in the unit, and maybe Hank state is such that he is hallucinating with Al or something and the angst it could give Adam to hear those delusions?

If it could be hurt/comfort it would be great 'cause I'm weak and can't deal with only hurt/angst ❤️💙

ultimate loser

Hey! Sorry about the long wait, I still don't have a lot of motivation to write, but I'm starting to get to my requests. I hope you enjoy this :)

It had only been a few months after Al died when it happened. It had been quiet in Intelligence the last couple days. The cases they did have were short ones that were usually wrapped up within the day or handed over to other units at Hank’s order. 

Which was the first sign to everybody that something was wrong. Sure things had been different since Al died, but it wasn’t like Hank to willingly hand over cases in any situation. Now he was doing it with little resistance. 

It took them another day to figure out why. 

When Hank started coughing constantly and wheezing whenever he gave orders, it didn’t take long for the unit to piece together that their sergeant was sick. 

But Hank was still Hank and suggesting he take time off was met with a glare and an order to get back to work. Even though most of their cases were being handed off, so there wasn’t much work to do. Hank just locked himself back in his office, only coming out when it was absolutely necessary. But they all knew he was sick and only getting sicker as he kept ignoring the problem. 

When it got to the point Hank couldn’t even sit up he was coughing so badly, the team knew they had to make a plan. 

While the most obvious choice would probably be to call an ambulance or Trudy, there were problems with both those options. They all knew how much Hank hated ambulances and that kind of attention and would probably refuse to go in one. 

And while they should’ve called Trudy, she had been gone that week with Randall finally enjoying some of their vacation days. She’d come back if they told her what was happening with Hank, but they’d all get an earful about it. 

So Jay proposed what seemed like the next best option. 

“We do rock paper scissors and the loser takes care of Sarge,” Jay said that night as he, Antonio, Adam, Kevin, Kim and Hailey sat in the break room listening to Hank wheeze and cough through the wall. 

“Why don’t we just take turns?” Adam questioned, but it was tuned out as everybody nodded and agreed for Jay’s idea. 

So everybody split up as they made a bracket of sorts. Antonio and Kim did rock paper scissors, while Jay and Hailey did it and Adam and Kevin. Then the losers from each round, Kim, Jay and Adam came together. After losing every game he played, Adam was the ultimate loser and the one left to take care of Hank. 

Everybody else left quickly after it was decided who’d stay, leaving Adam and Antonio there. Adam sighed, trying to figure out what the hell he was supposed to do now. Antonio seemed to know what he was thinking as he stood up, peeking into Hank’s office for a moment before shutting the door and coming back to Adam. 

“He’s sleeping right now, so just keep an eye on him. You can try to get him home, but it’s probably easier to take care of him here. Kim’s going to drop off some supplies and dinner in an hour, and I’ll be back in the morning. Call an ambulance if you think he’s going to die,” Antonio explained, standing up. 

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” Adam asked, standing up as well. 

Antonio shrugged. “I could but I’d rather be home with my kids. Maybe you should get better at rock paper scissors then?” 

Adam huffed. “It’s not my fault I’m bad at that game.”

“Have fun, Ruzek.” With that Antonio waved before leaving. Adam rolled his eyes, heading back to the break room and flopping down on the couch. 

He looked out the door, his gaze softening when he saw Al’s hat that was hung up on the wall. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again. 

“You should be here, Al. You would know who to take care of Sarge better than I can,” Adam muttered, letting his eyes close again as he drifted off. 

—

Two hours later it was dark outside and Adam was back in the breakroom, organizing everything Kim had dropped off. He’d already eaten the dinner she brought and how he was laying everything else out. Medicine, washcloths for Hank’s fever, snacks, water bottles and more had been packed into two bags. 

Honestly it was a good thing Kim had picked up supplies because if it was Adam who went, he would’ve forgotten half of this. 

Adam had just gotten everything laid out and was thinking about checking on Hank when a thud had him running into the office. 

When he opened the door, Hank was laying on the ground, his shirt soaked through with sweat as he tried to sit up but failed. The thin blanket Jay had put on him hours ago was wrapped around him and clearly hindering his movements. 

“Sarge- Hank, hey, I’m here,” Adam said, kneeling down next to him and removing the blanket. Hank was gasping, eyes unfocused and clouded over with fever. He squinted when Adam helped him up and back onto the couch. 

“Al?” 

Adam froze, his hand dropping the blanket he bent to pick up. He cleared his throat, lowering himself into a chair. Hank was still watching him, clearly waiting for an answer. 

“Uh, no, it’s Adam.” Adam didn’t mention that Al was dead. Neither of them needed to hear that right now. 

“Where’s Al?” Hank rasped, leaning against the couch now. 

Adam closed his eyes, pressing his hands against his face. He couldn’t do this right now. Not when it had only been three months since they buried Al, three months since Adam had to say goodbye to his mentor, the man that was more a father figure than anything else. 

And now here he was, sitting in this office as he tried to figure out how to explain to his sergeant, his other father figure in a way, that his best friend had been dead for months. 

“He’s not here right now. But I’m sure he will be later,” Adam said eventually. 

Hank stared at him for a moment like he wasn’t sure if he believed him but eventually nodded. Thankfully Hank fell asleep ten minutes later, Adam quietly headed to the bathroom once he was sure he was asleep. 

Adam splashed cold water on his face trying to calm down his racing heartbeat. He kept telling himself he only had to make it to morning, then Antonio would come back and Adam could go home. Just until the morning. 

Thankfully Hank didn’t wake up again and Adam ended up falling asleep for a few hours in the break room again. By the time Antonio arrived at eight the next morning Hank was still sleeping, a cool cloth on his forehead and Adam was pacing the bullpen erratically. 

“How’d it go?” Antonio asked, leaning against his desk. 

“How do you think it went?” Adam huffed. 

“Go home, Ruzek. I got it from here. Platt called this morning, said she had a feeling something bad happened and she was cutting her vacation short. So I’d go home before she arrives and demand to know why she wasn’t called as soon as Hank started getting sick.”

Adam winced, knowing Antonio was about to get an earful but grateful he didn’t have to be there after the long night he already had. 

“Thanks, Toni.” 

[kamryn1963]

Hi, so I saw your post abou Adam having Al as a father figure and Hank as a kinda uncle figure, and that you take request, so I was wondering if you could write something for Hank and Adam? Maybe a situation where Hank is seriously injured or really sick after Al's death and like Adam is trying to keep Hank alive or taking care of a really sick Hank and really loosing it feeling like he is loosing his secondary father figure in the unit, and maybe Hank state is such that he is hallucinating with Al or something and the angst it could give Adam to hear those delusions?

If it could be hurt/comfort it would be great 'cause I'm weak and can't deal with only hurt/angst ❤️💙

ultimate loser

Hey! Sorry about the long wait, I still don't have a lot of motivation to write, but I'm starting to get to my requests. I hope you enjoy this :)

It had only been a few months after Al died when it happened. It had been quiet in Intelligence the last couple days. The cases they did have were short ones that were usually wrapped up within the day or handed over to other units at Hank’s order. 

Which was the first sign to everybody that something was wrong. Sure things had been different since Al died, but it wasn’t like Hank to willingly hand over cases in any situation. Now he was doing it with little resistance. 

It took them another day to figure out why. 

When Hank started coughing constantly and wheezing whenever he gave orders, it didn’t take long for the unit to piece together that their sergeant was sick. 

But Hank was still Hank and suggesting he take time off was met with a glare and an order to get back to work. Even though most of their cases were being handed off, so there wasn’t much work to do. Hank just locked himself back in his office, only coming out when it was absolutely necessary. But they all knew he was sick and only getting sicker as he kept ignoring the problem. 

When it got to the point Hank couldn’t even sit up he was coughing so badly, the team knew they had to make a plan. 

While the most obvious choice would probably be to call an ambulance or Trudy, there were problems with both those options. They all knew how much Hank hated ambulances and that kind of attention and would probably refuse to go in one. 

And while they should’ve called Trudy, she had been gone that week with Randall finally enjoying some of their vacation days. She’d come back if they told her what was happening with Hank, but they’d all get an earful about it. 

So Jay proposed what seemed like the next best option. 

“We do rock paper scissors and the loser takes care of Sarge,” Jay said that night as he, Antonio, Adam, Kevin, Kim and Hailey sat in the break room listening to Hank wheeze and cough through the wall. 

“Why don’t we just take turns?” Adam questioned, but it was tuned out as everybody nodded and agreed for Jay’s idea. 

So everybody split up as they made a bracket of sorts. Antonio and Kim did rock paper scissors, while Jay and Hailey did it and Adam and Kevin. Then the losers from each round, Kim, Jay and Adam came together. After losing every game he played, Adam was the ultimate loser and the one left to take care of Hank. 

Everybody else left quickly after it was decided who’d stay, leaving Adam and Antonio there. Adam sighed, trying to figure out what the hell he was supposed to do now. Antonio seemed to know what he was thinking as he stood up, peeking into Hank’s office for a moment before shutting the door and coming back to Adam. 

“He’s sleeping right now, so just keep an eye on him. You can try to get him home, but it’s probably easier to take care of him here. Kim’s going to drop off some supplies and dinner in an hour, and I’ll be back in the morning. Call an ambulance if you think he’s going to die,” Antonio explained, standing up. 

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” Adam asked, standing up as well. 

Antonio shrugged. “I could but I’d rather be home with my kids. Maybe you should get better at rock paper scissors then?” 

Adam huffed. “It’s not my fault I’m bad at that game.”

“Have fun, Ruzek.” With that Antonio waved before leaving. Adam rolled his eyes, heading back to the break room and flopping down on the couch. 

He looked out the door, his gaze softening when he saw Al’s hat that was hung up on the wall. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again. 

“You should be here, Al. You would know who to take care of Sarge better than I can,” Adam muttered, letting his eyes close again as he drifted off. 

—

Two hours later it was dark outside and Adam was back in the breakroom, organizing everything Kim had dropped off. He’d already eaten the dinner she brought and how he was laying everything else out. Medicine, washcloths for Hank’s fever, snacks, water bottles and more had been packed into two bags. 

Honestly it was a good thing Kim had picked up supplies because if it was Adam who went, he would’ve forgotten half of this. 

Adam had just gotten everything laid out and was thinking about checking on Hank when a thud had him running into the office. 

When he opened the door, Hank was laying on the ground, his shirt soaked through with sweat as he tried to sit up but failed. The thin blanket Jay had put on him hours ago was wrapped around him and clearly hindering his movements. 

“Sarge- Hank, hey, I’m here,” Adam said, kneeling down next to him and removing the blanket. Hank was gasping, eyes unfocused and clouded over with fever. He squinted when Adam helped him up and back onto the couch. 

“Al?” 

Adam froze, his hand dropping the blanket he bent to pick up. He cleared his throat, lowering himself into a chair. Hank was still watching him, clearly waiting for an answer. 

“Uh, no, it’s Adam.” Adam didn’t mention that Al was dead. Neither of them needed to hear that right now. 

“Where’s Al?” Hank rasped, leaning against the couch now. 

Adam closed his eyes, pressing his hands against his face. He couldn’t do this right now. Not when it had only been three months since they buried Al, three months since Adam had to say goodbye to his mentor, the man that was more a father figure than anything else. 

And now here he was, sitting in this office as he tried to figure out how to explain to his sergeant, his other father figure in a way, that his best friend had been dead for months. 

“He’s not here right now. But I’m sure he will be later,” Adam said eventually. 

Hank stared at him for a moment like he wasn’t sure if he believed him but eventually nodded. Thankfully Hank fell asleep ten minutes later, Adam quietly headed to the bathroom once he was sure he was asleep. 

Adam splashed cold water on his face trying to calm down his racing heartbeat. He kept telling himself he only had to make it to morning, then Antonio would come back and Adam could go home. Just until the morning. 

Thankfully Hank didn’t wake up again and Adam ended up falling asleep for a few hours in the break room again. By the time Antonio arrived at eight the next morning Hank was still sleeping, a cool cloth on his forehead and Adam was pacing the bullpen erratically. 

“How’d it go?” Antonio asked, leaning against his desk. 

“How do you think it went?” Adam huffed. 

“Go home, Ruzek. I got it from here. Platt called this morning, said she had a feeling something bad happened and she was cutting her vacation short. So I’d go home before she arrives and demand to know why she wasn’t called as soon as Hank started getting sick.”

Adam winced, knowing Antonio was about to get an earful but grateful he didn’t have to be there after the long night he already had. 

“Thanks, Toni.” 

[kamryn1963]

Haha, this is great. Let's see

1- Denny Woods

2- Charlie Reid

3- Nina Chapman

4- Robert Haywood

5- Meredith Olinsky

In the spirit of the 50th anniversary of Jaws from the last couple of days. Who are your Top 5 Hated fictional characters you would leave for Bruce the shark to eat?

1. Nina Chapman

2. Matt Casey

3. Sean Roman

4. Charlie Reid

5. Stella Kidd

Also, I know it’s not a nomination or anything but I would love for my dear friends to do this too (for any fandom) because this is so fun.

No pressure! @creativeimagination206 @andgry4 @kamryn1963

[kamryn1963]

SOPHIA BUSH as ERIN LINDSAY CHICAGO PD — 4.19, Last Minute Resistance

[kamryn1963]

SOPHIA BUSH as ERIN LINDSAY CHICAGO PD — 4.08, A Shot Heard Around the World

[kamryn1963]

Hi, yes I totally get it, a similar kind of oneshot would be great, Hank dealing with that kind of trauma because he was tryimg to protect someone and not talking about it even with everyone trying to help and understand him, and the Chapman thing would be great. Thank you so so much for taking the time to do it <3

whatever it takes

Hey! I apologize for the wait, it's been a long week and I've been dealing with some personal issues so I'm just getting to requests now. I hope you enjoy this :)

Intelligence had been working a serial killer case for a week now. Four kids between the ages of three and five had been abducted from their homes, all three days apart and all in Chicago. The kids turned up stabbed to death in various parks the day after they were taken. 

So Intelligence was working with a small window between the children being taken, and turning up dead. One that seemed to be getting smaller and smaller every time the killer striked again. 

Everyone was on edge as the unit usually was when it was a case involving children. They had no real leads which only made it worse. Whoever this killer was, they were careful and knew how to get away. 

It was only when the fifth kid, a three year old boy named Nathan was taken from his front yard that morning, that Intelligence made their first arrest. A car had driven by Nathan’s house an hour before he was taken and again ten minutes before. 

The car led him to Anna Clarke. She was home when they got there, in the middle of burning a teddy bear they soon figured out was Nathan’s. There was no doubt she was involved, they just weren’t sure if she was their killer or somebody involved with their killer like the look out. 

They brought her back to the district as soon as she refused to talk, tossing her into the cage. After one look from Hank, the rest of the unit went back upstairs leaving Al and Hank with Anna who was silent in the cage, staring at them but refusing to say anything. 

“Where’s Nathan, Anna?” Al asked, leaning against the wall. 

Anna smirked but didn’t respond. 

Hank slammed his hand against the cage, opening the door. “Who are you working with, Anna? We know you're not the one killing these kids, but you're protecting the man who is. Who is he?”

Anna tilted her head slightly, looking down at the watch on her wrist then back to them. “I think you guys should find that boy quickly. He’s running out of time. B was angry today, I don’t think that boy’s going to last long.” 

“Who’s B?” Al asked, stepping forward now. 

Anna didn’t respond at that, just turned back to Hank, her smirk growing wider. “You know what, I’ll tell you where he is, Sergeant. As long as you give me something in return.” 

“We're not making deals,” Al started to say when Hank shook his head. 

“Go upstairs, Alvin.” 

Al stood up. “Hank.” 

“Go, Al. If I’m not back in ten minutes then you can send the whole team down. Just give us ten minutes.” 

“Hank, we can find Nathan,” Al said, but he knew it was useless. 

“She’s right, we're running out of time. Give us ten minutes and we will find that kid.” 

Later Al would wish he’d argued more. Even though he knew there was no changing Hank’s mind when he got like this. Which always happened with cases involving children, more so since Justin and Lexi’s death and Erin leaving Chicago. They had hit Hank harder since he lost his own kids. 

—

They saved Nathan. Hank had come back up to the bullpen after nine minutes, Anna still in the cage. Within the hour they had found Nathan, still alive and arrested the man responsible. Brian “B” Stone was Anna’s boyfriend and the one actually committing the murders. They made easy work of him and by the time the sun went down, Anna and Brian were rotting in cells and Nathan was back with his family. 

At the 21st district, Al, Antonio and Hank sat in Hank’s office where they’d been for the last hour. 

It had been forty five minutes since anyone said anything. As soon as everything with the case was wrapped up, Al and Antonio had exchanged a look and headed into Hank’s office, shutting the door behind them. 

It hadn’t taken a genius to figure out what happened between Hank and Anna. Well more of what Hank let happen. They were all cops, they knew what to look for. 

And when the silence got to be too much, it was Antonio who bit the bullet and decided to say something. 

“You let her rape you,” Antonio said. It wasn’t a question but Hank nodded anyway. 

“I did what I had to do. She was clear with what she wanted and we all knew we were running out of time for Nathan. Stone would’ve killed him. He had no problem killing those other kids.” 

“We could’ve kept running her. She was going to break soon,” Al protested, but they all knew they had no guarantees of that. 

Hank shrugged. “I did what I had to.” 

“There were other ways,” Antonio replied. 

“Maybe. But it’s over, Toni. We got her and Stone and rescued Nathan. All those parents that lost their children got a bit of justice. So what I let her get what she wanted before she rotted in a cell for the rest of her life? It’s insignificant now.” 

“Your pain isn’t insignificant, Hank. You think we don’t know why you did it? We do, but that doesn’t change anything,” Al said, his voice quieter now. 

Hank stood up at that, gathering the files on his desk and not looking up as he spoke. “Well it’s over, Al.” 

Al and Antonio watched silently as Hank left the bullpen, listening as his footsteps faded away. They knew it was going to be a long few weeks. 

—

And that it was. It became clear that Hank wasn’t sleeping after what happened with Anna. He was working more than he had in years, not since Justin died and Erin left. Al, Antonio and Trudy all tried to talk to him, as well as the rest of the team but it didn’t do anything. 

Al knew it wouldn’t. Hank wouldn’t talk about what happened, that was clear from the beginning. The most they could do right now was be there for Hank and stop him from running himself completely into the ground. 

Al spent most nights at Hank’s now, silently helping him with whatever case he was working that night or just sitting next to him. Hank still let him in and that at least gave Al the ability to keep an eye on him. 

Hank never talked about it overtime things seemed to get better. Hank stopped working excessive amounts and actually looked like he was sleeping again. 

But Al had long since learned that good things rarely lasted. And it was no different this time. 

It was around a year after the incident with Anna when Intelligence met Nina Chapman. At first she was like every other ASA that they’d come across in the ten years Intelligence had been running. It took about a month for everyone to realize she’d taken a liking to Hank. 

A liking he didn’t return. 

It took Al three days to realize Chapman looked an awful lot like Anna Clarke. And while Chapman did get on Al’s nerves a lot and was overbearing and seemed to be trying too hard to get close to Hank, her looking like Anna really wasn’t her fault. But it was a trigger. Especially as they approached the first anniversary of the incident. 

That night Al cornered Hank in his office, making sure the door was closed before speaking. “Just tell me and I’ll get rid of her.” 

Hank sighed, knowing what Al was talking about without him saying it. “She’s the ASA, you can’t just get rid of her.” 

“Sure I can.” 

“She looks like Anna.” 

“I know she does.” 

Hank finally put his pen down, looking up at Al with more vulnerable than Al had seen from his best friend in a long time. “I can’t do this right now, Al.” 

“I know. And you don’t have to. I won’t harm her or anything, just make sure we deal with somebody else from now on. Intelligence and this district is your home, Hank, and you shouldn’t have to relive that day here just because she happens to look like Clarke.” 

“I’m not ready to talk about that day,” Hank replied. 

Al nodded. “I know. But I’m here when you are, alright?” 

“Alright.” 

Al nodded again, slowly standing up and heading to the door. He had some calls to make now. He just opened the door when Hank’s voice caused him to turn around. 

“Al?” 

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” Hank said, his voice quieter now. 

“You don’t have to thank me, Hank. Just don’t forget that I’m here.”

[kamryn1963]

A very happy birthday (June 19th) to Michael Oliver Soto Jr. from Beyond the Badges. He is probably my favorite OC, along with Nate. :)

[kamryn1963]

Season 5 Al's death and Hank's part in it rant

I've been so all over the place lately and unable to really focus so writing anything. So even writing a rant rn, makes me feel accomplished, lmao. So here we are. I'm going to rant about one of my favorite topics; Al's death. More specifically who was to blame for it and Hank's part in the whole thing.

As somebody who's all time favorite Chicago PD and One Chicago character is Al, his death is something I think about a lot.

When it comes to Al's death it's a pretty popular opinion is some parts of the fandom (not the corner I'm in but still) that it's Hank's fault that Al's dead.

And while I don't entirely agree with that statement, I don't disagree with it either. This is all my own opinion but I don't think it makes sense to blame Al's entire death on Hank. It's also factually incorrect as even though Hank definitely played a part in Al's death, he didn't stab Al nor call the hit so the whole thing can't be his fault.

I think Hank definitely could've and should've done more when it came to Al taking the blame for him and eventually being arrested. While I enjoy the storyline, it was 100% rushed in spots (Al's hair being found on Bingham's body at all) and there were spots where Hank completely pissed me off (not giving/helping Al with money for his lawyer for one). But the whole thing was not on Hank.

The blame for Al's death fell on several people. Andre Gomez (the inmate who stabbed Al), Carlos DeLeon (who called the hit), Denny Woods, Dan Dietz, Hank and Al. The first few people were obvious reasons, Hank for letting this get to the point it go to and Al for taking the blame and antagonizing inmates while being a cop in prison (like no wonder he was dead within two days).

Hank is such an interesting character for several reasons and while I'm not going to get into all the reasons why as this rant isn't about that, blaming the whole thing on Hank is a little silly. Al's death was several people's fault.

Hank 100% had blame in it though and while I feel bad for him after Al's death, he definitely should've felt the guilt he did. It was Al's choice to take the blame but Hank didn't step in to confess until Al was in prison. Hank wasn't stupid, neither was Al, they both knew exactly what was going to happen to Al as a cop in prison. Hank should've said something as soon as Al was arrested. I know Al said they'd figure it out and he had it, but once you get arrested I think your opinion should start mattering less. Idk. This is fiction so who knows.

But Hank waited too long and that as well as the people and reasons stated above, were why Al died. It wasn't completely Hank's fault, but he had blame and deserved to feel the guilt afterwards.

Anyhow, this isn't a Hank hate blog or anything and never will be, I do love Hank. I just think he has blame in Al's death. The fun part of shows is there all fictional :)

[kamryn1963]

HAPPY JUNE 15TH, EVERYONE!!! Here is the official Sicktember 2025 Prompts list!

Here are some helpful links to help you get started:

Event FAQ: https://www.tumblr.com/sicktember/785439209109454849/sicktember-faqs-for-the-2025-year?source=share

Past Prompts: https://sicktember.tumblr.com/prompts

How to Submit Your Work: https://www.tumblr.com/sicktember/760549128005615616/content-promotion-reminder?source=share

Sicktember 2025 AO3 Collection: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Sicktember_2025

Text List of 2025 Sicktember Prompts:

Sicktember Prompts Text Version:

“It’s the middle of the night, why are you up?”

Forced to go to school/work while sick 

“Why are you so sweaty?” 

Pneumonia 

Worst possible timing 

The boy who cried sick

“There’s a frog in my throat,” 

Aches and pains 

“Why are you so sweaty?” 

Red eyes 

No known cure 

“You’re adorable when you’re sick,” 

Chronic Illness 

Bedridden 

“This is the worst headache of my life,” 

Misery loves company 

Infection

“We’re going to the hospital,” 

Stomach ache 

Fever Nightmares

“I’ll make you some tea,”/tea 

Sobbing 

Overdoing it 

“I feel like I’m dying,” 

Medicine

No known cure 

“I’m sick, not stupid!” 

Ghostly Pale

Came back worse/round two 

“You’re too sick to (blank)

Alt Prompts:

Gentle Back/Belly Rub

Warm Bath

“I want my (comfort item),”

Lullaby

“I love you,”

[kamryn1963]

i want to talk about my ocs but im literally this image. i got nothing

[kamryn1963]

will there be a chapter 2 of hate myself if I can go for miles? 😊

I wasn't planning on it, but there can be if that's what your asking for. I don't mind, you just gotta say that.

[kamryn1963]

Not the Time

Thank you to @alejandradream for the request.

Read it on AO3 at the link below, or below the cut:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60025387/chapters/171344335

It was a hectic day. Kim was spreading jam on toast that morning for Callum, their adopted son, which nobody else knew about. Jay was scrambling an egg. He put it on a plate. “Here you go, buddy.”

“Thanks, daddy,” he said, smiling up at him. They’d adopted Callum from birth, so it was easy for him to call them his parents.

“You’re welcome,” Jay replied, ruffling the boy’s hair.

“Alright, come on, Callum, eat or you’re going to be late.” Kim put the toast on his plate, then washed her hands and frantically looked around, trying to get ready.

Jay caught her in the middle of the kitchen, wrapping his arms around her from behind and mumbling into her ear. “For as cool and calm as you are at work, it never ceases to amaze me how frazzled you are at home.” He kissed her ear and smiled. “Relax, baby. We’re fine.”

Kim leaned into him a moment and sighed. “Jay… please let me go. I have to get ready. My hair is a mess.”

“Your hair looks fine.”

Kim laughed, pushing away from him and turning to look at him. “Oh yeah? My hair looks fine? Look at it.” She made an explosion sound and motioned with her hands.

Callum giggled as he took a bite of toast. “Big hair, mommy.”

“See, thank you, Callum,” Kim replied, then smiled and went into their bedroom to fix her hair.

“Why do you always take her side?” Jay said with a smile, turning to put away breakfast, seeing as him and Kim usually ate on the run.

—

When Jay, Kim and Callum got to the school, there were a bunch of cop cars around.

Kim frowned, looking at Jay. “Why would patrol be here?”

“I don’t know,” Jay muttered. “Bomb threat, maybe?”

“We didn’t get the call.”

“I wish I could tell you.” Jay got out of the car and walked over, flashing his badge to someone on scene. “Halstead, Intelligence, what’s going on?”

After telling Callum to stay put, Kim followed him over.

“Wow, you guys are quick,” the officer said. “I literally just asked dispatch two seconds ago for you guys.”

Jay and Kim looked at one another. Oops.

“But what’s the problem, here?” Kim asked, furrowing her brow. “It’s an elementary school. Surely it’s not a gun or bomb threat?”

“Actually, it’s a hazmat thing. Fire called us in. They’re on the opposite side of the building.” He motioned. “I called you guys in, though, because it seemed intentional.”

“What kind of ‘hazmat thing?’” Jay replied, raising a brow and putting his hands on his hips.

“The kids were gathering before school, you know, cause it was almost in session. Then, the air vacs kicked on and there was some kind of gas. Some of the teachers can explain better. Apparently, there was something that originated in the science lab.”

“Who would want to gas a bunch of kids?” Kim asked.

“No clue.”

Jay sighed as his phone rang. It was Voight. He answered it. “Sarge, I’m already on the scene. Yeah, uh… Yeah, we caught it over the radio and got curious,” he said, grimacing and taking a step away. “Yeah, uh, Kim and I were getting coffee, and she had a radio on and so we were in the area.”

Jay walked back over after his phone call and smiled apologetically. “Sorry, my sergeant. He’s on the way.”

Kim bit her lip and looked at Jay, wondering if Voight was questioning why they were getting coffee together. Was that suspicious? Or was it okay that two colleagues just get coffee?

—

After a while, the team arrived and was briefed by Jay and Kim, who had since spoken to witnesses. They had stayed close to the car, however, so that they could see Callum at all times, even if nobody knew whose car, or kid, it was.

Adam seemed to take an interest in the car, however, waving at Callum from the window, then walking over to Jay and Kim. “You guys know whose car?”

The two glanced at one another, then Jay looked back at Adam. “Why?”

“There’s a kid in the back. And the tinted window is either police-issue or completely illegal in Illinois.”

The rest of the team looked at the car now. Jay shrugged. “Probably some parent just looking for another kid.”

“Are we sure?” Antonio asked.

“I saw the mom,” Kim replied with a nod. “She was looking for another little boy.”

“How’d you know it was a boy?” Adam asked.

Kim shrugged. “Wild guess? I mean, it’s a 50-50 shot, Adam.”

Adam didn’t quite seem satisfied, especially when the car door opened and Callum walked straight over to Kim, pulling on her sleeve. “Mommy?”

Kim closed her eyes, then crouched down, opening them again. “Yes, Callum?” She whispered.

“Is there no school?”

“No, honey, there isn’t,” she replied.

Antonio cocked an eyebrow at Kim. “You have a kid, Burgess?”

“Adopted,” she said, deciding to leave Jay out of it. “Come on, Callum. I’ll take you home and see if I can call a sitter.”

She tried to lead Callum away by the hand, but he frowned and pulled her back, pointing at Jay. “What about daddy?”

Jay let out a breath, then nodded at Callum. It was too late now. “I’ll see you later, buddy.”

“Okay…” Callum replied, a little sad, but Kim got him into the car and drove away, leaving Jay to deal with everyone else first.

Every pair of eyes fell on Jay for an explanation. He sighed. “Look, Kim and I have been together a while now and… We adopted Callum together, from birth.”

“You guys are together?” Adam asked, furrowing his brow.

Hailey frowned. “You could’ve told me,” she said, crossing her arms.

“I could’ve. But I didn’t. I didn’t tell any of you. Kim and I wanted it that way,” Jay huffed. “We’re good at keeping our personal and professional lives separate, if you can’t tell. We just wanted to have a family.”

“So you guys are married?” Adam asked, his face still contorted with confusion.

“Yeah, like ten years,” Jay replied, rolling his eyes at Adam. “We have a case, by the way,” he reminded them. “Maybe we should focus on that.”

The unit fell silent until Hank started asking about the case, in which everyone turned to him in an attempt to focus. That was one thing Jay liked about Hank. He knew the right time to have a conversation. And right now was definitely not the right time.

[kamryn1963]

Hello, I first want ti say I love your fanfiction, you're incredible <3. That aside I'd like to request a oneshot if possible of course.. you see I read a fic the other day where Voight lets a woman basically r4pe him so that she gave them the intel they needed to recue a kid and it was really really good but was kinda inconclusive? Like it ended with the team going to rescue the kid while Hank and Alvin stayed at the bullpen with Al knowing what Hank let happen and wasn’t fine but like nothing else, I realized the author wrote that last year and haven't really updated anything since and don't really recive DM or if they do they don't reply.

So as that fic has been living in my head rent free and can't really scratch tha ich for my self I was wondering if you could write a kind of sequel oneshot to something like that, with Al and the team (Antonio there cause I love him) trying to help/take care of Hank with him not talking at all about it. Also I saw you hate Chapman too so maybe later on she could become a trigger for Hank cause looks or something and everyone try to keep her away of Hank??

Hey! Thank you for your request, it's definitely an interesting one.

That said, I don't really feel comfortable doing the oneshot you requested as I don't know the fic your referring to, or the author. I wouldn't feel right writing a sequel about a fic I don't know about.

I can definitely do something similar if maybe you have a different but still kind of similar idea. But as a writer who's been doing this over two years now, I wouldn't like if somebody wrote a sequel of one of my fanfictions without permission. So I wouldn't do it to somebody else.

So I can definitely do something similar, but not a concept that already exists. Sorry about that.

[kamryn1963]

I struggle to figure out exactly why Nina is needed. Hank had Camille (his romantic soulmate) and Al (platonic soulmate and romantic too depending on if you ship). Like what more could Nina possibly give Hank that he hasn't already had? And at least if there going to keep pushing Nina and Hank, they could stop mentioning Al and Camille. Like let my babies rest in peace, frfr.

Anywho, more detailed rant about that probably coming later. For now, enjoy this beautiful picture with Al sitting on his husband best friends lap.

[kamryn1963]

can u do antonio dawson relapse fic pls

hate myself, if I can go for miles

Thank you for your request! I hope you enjoy this :)

Antonio had been clean for two months when he relapsed. He’d gone to rehab after Hank forced him, he did the work, got clean and came home. 

Despite this, Antonio had been close to leaving Chicago entirely after he got out of rehab. He might’ve been clean, but everyone in Intelligence had already seen how much he let the oxy consume him. 

Ultimately, Antonio decided to stay. It was mostly because Eva was still recovering and Antonio couldn’t bear to leave her and Diego behind in Chicago while he moved, and he also knew he couldn’t outroot their lives right now. 

If Antonio left, he’d just be proving Laura right when she tried to portray him like a deadbeat dad back when they were divorced. He wouldn’t do that to his kids just because he got himself fucked up. 

So Antonio stayed. Got clean, talked to Hank, came back to work after he was deemed “recovered enough” and continued his job like nothing had changed. 

Except everything had. 

Antonio tried not to think about his first week back, the tension that was obvious every time he entered the bullpen. Nobody said anything to him, at least not anything negative or more than a “we're here for you man, whatever you need” or something along those lines. 

But Antonio wasn’t blind. He could see it on Kim’s face, on Jay and Adam’s every time he talked to them. He saw it on Hank’s face, heard it in Hank’s voice when they ended up paired together again instead of Antonio back with Kim. Antonio didn’t protest that, he didn’t think he had a leg to stand on anymore. 

Overtime things smoothed themselves up. The team stopped looking away every time he entered a room and the tension eased. Antonio was just starting to think that maybe, just maybe things could get back to how they were before. 

Then he got the call. 

There were a few calls Antonio wished to never get. Ones from prisons were near the top of the list. 

So when he got the call that Adres Diaz or Pulpo, had escaped prison, well that was bound to cause Antonio to spiral, wasn’t it? 

Antonio got the call when he was in the bullpen. It was early, only he and Hank were there. Hank must’ve gotten the same call just after Antonio did because as soon as Antonio put his phone down on his desk, Hank was calling him into his office. 

“Sit down, Toni,” Hank said in lieu of a greeting. 

Antonio sat down on the chair in front of Hank’s desk, crossing his arms as he looked up. 

“I’m not leaving,” Antonio said before Hank could speak, knowing exactly what he was about to tell him. 

Hank sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “I can’t have you working this case, you know that, bro.” 

“I did before.” 

“I know that. But that was before he shot you, Antonio. That was also before you developed an oxy addiction and spent time in rehab. Do you think I’m new to this? I’ve seen where this goes with Erin, and with countless other kids and adults. You're clean now, but as soon as I let you work this case? You're turning back to the pills. And I won’t risk it, not this time.” 

“He killed Jules, Hank. Then he kidnapped my son and yes, he shot me. But just because I’m trying to find that monster, doesn’t mean I’ll turn back to drugs,” Antonio shouted, standing now. 

Hank sighed again, looking older than he was. “Go home. Don’t make me suspend you. Go home, go see your kids and keep them safe. That you can do.” 

Antonio was about to continue when a new voice had them both freezing. “Sarge, Antonio? Is everything okay?” 

Antonio turned around at Kim’s voice, shooting Hank one last glare before storming out of the office and out to his car. He ignored Trudy calling his name from the front desk, focused on getting home. 

Antonio spent most of the day pacing the apartment, the news playing in the background and his room on just in case any updates came in. That night he had both Eva and Diego over, wanting both his kids under his roof. Antonio didn’t tell them what happened, just told them both to be careful before driving them back to Laura’s where they were currently staying. 

Antonio watched and made sure they both got inside and the door shut behind them before he left. He made sure the street was clear, slowly backing out of the driveway and heading home. 

When he got home, there was a note taped to the door of his apartment. He was instantly on edge as he pulled it off, not reading it until he got inside and made sure all the windows and doors were locked. 

How’s it going, Antonio? 

Antonio nearly threw up. He knew had handwriting, and didn't think he’d ever forget it.

He knew he should’ve called Hank as soon as he got the note. Should’ve let him know Pulpo made contact with him. Instead Antonio walked into his bedroom, grabbing a small baggie of pills from where he’d stuffed them behind his dresser two months ago. 

He hadn’t used them since rehab, but he never threw them out. 

“What do I have to lose?” Antonio said out loud as he sat in the corner of his bedroom, baggie in his hand. 

He already hated himself. Hank didn’t trust him to work the case without relapsing, his kids could barely look him in the eyes, neither could his team. It wasn’t like he had anything left to lose anymore. 

He’d already lost everything there was to lose. 

With that Antonio opened the bag, taking out two pills and swallowing them dry. 

He hated how good he felt when they took effect. Hated how he was just proving Hank right. 

Hated how that thought didn’t stop him from taking a third one.