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Lost and Found: Crossed Path, ch.4 - FINAL

Hank Voight x Reader, +basically all CPD and extra characters

Summary: the end of katie baxter and the reconexcion between clara and voight

Word count: 1.2K

TW: missing kids, police work? (if you see anything else tell me)

Author's note: last one, hope you enjoy :D

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3

>>>English is not my first language<<<

Adam leaned over to Kevin, lowering his voice as if they were back in patrol, swapping secrets behind the squad car. "That the mother?"

Kevin looked up from the mound of paperwork in front of him. His eyes followed the subtle gesture Adam had made with his chin, landing on the woman sitting stiffly in the waiting area outside Voight's office. Clara. Hands clasped tightly in her lap, face pale, but eyes sharp—watching every officer that passed her like she was assessing threat levels.

"Yeah," Kevin said, voice a little more sober now. "And apparently the boss knows her."

Adam's brows lifted. "For real?"

Before Kevin could answer, the door to Voight's office opened. As if on cue. Hank Voight stepped out, that heavy presence of his sweeping the room like a gust of wind.

"Clara," he said, nodding toward his office. His voice was low, but it carried.

She stood up immediately, no hesitation. Like she knew the drill.

Kevin and Adam shared a glance but said nothing. There was something in the way Voight looked at her—something old and complicated.

Hailey and Dante pushed through the front doors of the district, both looking like they'd walked out of a wind tunnel of emotion. Hailey's hair was messier than usual, and Dante’s jaw was set hard like he’d been chewing on the inside of his cheek the whole drive back.

Ruzek clocked them from his desk. "You find anything?"

Hailey didn’t answer. She just kept walking toward Voight’s office, Dante on her heels.

Clara had barely sat down across from Voight when the knock came.

"Yeah," Voight called.

Hailey stepped in, holding a manila folder like it was something heavy. She glanced at Clara, hesitated, then walked in anyway.

Voight looked between them. "We’ll finish this later, Clara. Stay here."

She nodded once, not asking questions.

"Katie’s place was clean," Hailey said as soon as the door shut. "Too clean. No sign of a struggle, no fingerprints, not even hers. It’s like she never lived there."

"Landlord said she paid in cash. Used a fake name on the lease," Dante added. He dropped into the seat beside the desk. "Whatever she was doing, she planned for it."

"Still no sign of Vincent?"

Hailey shook her head. "He’s a ghost."

Voight ran a hand over his face. Clara’s words from earlier still echoed in his head: "I trusted her. I trusted Katie. Lucas loved her." That was before they knew Katie had lied about nearly everything—her past, her job, even her name.

"Then we find her," Voight said, voice low and dangerous.

It wasn’t until late that afternoon that Trudy walked into the bullpen, holding her cell in the air. "We got a ping on Katie’s phone."

Everyone looked up.

"Old house, outskirts of Chicago. Barely any signal out there, but it pinged once. Enough to get a location."

Voight stood, already grabbing his coat. "Where?"

Trudy handed him the paper. "Near Kankakee. Abandoned farmhouse. County property now."

"Send it to patrol, but tell 'em to hang back. We go in first."

"Copy that."

Voight turned to the room. "Ruzek, Atwater, you're with me. Hailey, Dante, bring the gear. We move now."

The drive was long. Silent. Tense.

The old house loomed on a stretch of cracked road surrounded by trees and overgrown brush. The kind of place no one would notice until it was too late.

Voight signaled silently, and the team split. Hailey and Dante around the back. Ruzek and Atwater flanking the east side. Voight took the front.

He pressed gently on the door. It creaked. Unlocked.

He stepped in.

Inside, it smelled of mildew and dust. Light filtered through broken blinds. Everything was quiet.

Too quiet.

Then—a sound. Soft. Like a cough.

Voight held up a fist. Everyone froze.

He motioned forward.

They found her in the basement. Katie.

She was crouched by an old mattress on the ground, arms curled around the other missing kids like a shield. The kids looked pale but unharmed. She looked feral—eyes wide, lips chapped, trembling.

"Don’t move," Voight ordered, gun trained on her.

Katie shook her head, tears falling. "Please. I didn’t hurt them. I swear. I didn’t hurt them."

Hailey stepped forward, gently lowering her weapon. "Katie, it’s over. Just let us take them."

Katie froze and let the kids go.

Hailey cuffed Katie quietly as Voight carried Lucas out.

In the hours that followed, statements were taken, Katie was processed and all the kids reunited with their parent.

Voight watched from his office, his arms crossed.

Ruzek came in with coffee. Set it on the desk. "She yours?"

Voight didn’t answer right away. Just watched Clara laughing softly as Lucas fell asleep in her lap.

"She was once," he said. Voice quiet.

Ruzek nodded, not pushing.

Voight looked down at the photo still in his desk drawer—Clara at seven, sitting on his couch, eating mac and cheese, eyes wary but hopeful.

He’d only had her three weeks back then. But it had been enough.

It had been everything.

Katie confessed to everything. She and Vincent had planned to take Clara’s son and vanish. They’d used the boy as leverage when Clara refused to give up something she never understood they needed: silence.

Vincent had fled days earlier. They were still looking.

But for now, Lucas was home.

And Clara—she wasn’t alone.

Not anymore.

The next morning, Voight came in early. As always. But this time, there was a coffee waiting for him.

Clara sat on the edge of his desk. Just like she used to do, years ago, when she snuck out of bed because she couldn’t sleep.

"You didn’t have to come in," Voight said.

She smiled faintly. "You didn’t have to take me in either. Back then. But you did."

He met her gaze. "You’re still family. That never changed."

Her eyes welled, but she blinked the tears back. "Neither did you."

Voight looked away, swallowing hard.

She paused. "We’ll stay in town. If that’s okay."

Voight looked up.

"It’s more than okay."

He watched her walk out, joining Lucas in the hallway. Laughing, arms out, scooping him up as he squealed.

And for the first time in a long time, Hank Voight let himself breathe.

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Lost and Found: Crossed Path, ch.3

Hank Voight x Reader, +basically all CPD and extra characters

Summary: Clara and Voight past

Word count: 1.3K

TW: cps? child being placed? family drama, drugs!, moving (if you see anything else tell me)

Author's note: my mind has been a mess lately. wanting to come back to writing. here's part 3. tryna post part 4 and last by the end of the end of this week <3 PS: I have nooooo idea how social services work in USA, I just know what I see on TV and TV shows.

>>>next chapters: ch.4 - the end of the case<<<

chapter 1 chapter 2

>>>English is not my first language<<<

𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 (𝟷5 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘)

It wasn’t his case. She wasn’t even supposed to be there. She was just waiting for CPS.

Voight had heard through the grapevine that a kid had been found in a drug house. Her dad had been deported a few years ago, and her mom was the mind behind the operation. And she was just… a kid, caught in the middle of it. Clara—a seven-year-old girl in a drug house.

For days, she didn’t speak. For three full days, Clara didn’t say a single word.

Until one night.

They were sitting in Voight’s car, eating burgers after his shift. The silence wasn’t heavy—just quiet, normal. Until...

“… Am I gonna stay with you?” Clara asked in a small voice, then took a bite of her burger.

It caught Hank off guard. That little question, so simple on the surface, carried so much weight coming from a seven-year-old. Until now, Clara had barely spoken in full sentences. Mostly “yes,” “no,” “sure,” “maybe,” “don’t know”—safe words, small words.

Voight didn’t even know how to answer. He didn’t know if anyone had found her family yet or if there was a permanent place lined up.

“I don’t know,” he said, turning to look at her. “Would you want that? I mean… staying with me?”

Clara paused and just stared down at her food. She barely remembered what had happened before she ended up at Voight’s place. All she knew was she wanted something that felt like… home. Again.

“I don’t know,” Clara said after a beat, her voice just above a whisper. “I like it here.”

Her words came out with the kind of fragile confidence only a child with no solid ground under them could manage.

“I wouldn’t mind you staying with me, Clara. But… you know we gotta wait. For the response from the services, right?”

“I know…” she said quietly.

Then, she turned in the passenger seat to face him. Her big eyes were searching for something he couldn’t name.

“… But… what happens then?”

“Then what?” he asked gently.

“… What if I don’t like who I go with?”

Voight let out a breath, gave himself a second to answer.

“I’ll make sure, Clara. Whoever you stay with—it’s gonna be good people. People who’ll keep you safe. And I’ll be in touch, no matter what, alright?”

Clara just looked at him. Really looked. And for the first time, her shoulders relaxed. Just a bit.

She felt safe.

Then… she nodded and went back to eating.

Neither she nor Voight knew what would happen next.

But for now, it was alright.

3 DAYS LATER

It was 7 p.m.—a little late for a call that wasn’t about work. The number flashing on the screen was unfamiliar. A landline.

Voight sighed as he picked up.

“Voight.”

“Hi, this is Veronica Hunter from CPS. Am I speaking with Hank Voight?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” he said, leaning against the kitchen counter, already uneasy.

“Sorry to call so late. I wanted to update you on Clara. We found a family member—an aunt. She’s in New Jersey. On her mom’s side.”

Voight exhaled slowly. “Clara never mentioned an aunt.”

“It came up when we ran a full nationwide search,” Veronica continued. “Her name’s Maria. Runs a hair salon. Single, no kids, never married. Her record is clean—nothing alarming. We’ve done the preliminary check. So far, she looks good.”

Voight stayed quiet, staring out the window above the sink.

New Jersey.

Not exactly a world away, but far enough. Far enough that Clara wouldn’t just drop by. Far enough to feel like goodbye.

“And you’ve talked to her?” he asked after a pause.

“We have. She was surprised, to be honest. Said she hasn’t spoken to Clara’s mom since Clara was a baby. Some family fallout, sounds like. But she didn’t hesitate—she wants to take Clara.”

Voight’s jaw clenched. “When would this happen?”

“In about two weeks. Gives us time to finish paperwork, set up a proper transition, and arrange the flight.”

Two weeks. Just two more weeks.

He shut his eyes for a moment, willing the sting behind them to go away.

“I’ll talk to Clara,” he said finally. “Can I call you in the morning? After I’ve spoken to her?”

“Absolutely. I’ll wait for your call, Mr. Voight. Thank you again—for everything you’ve done.”

When the call ended, he stayed in the kitchen a while. The silence felt louder than usual.

The house had started to feel full again. Not busy—just… lived in. There were signs of Clara in every room now—tiny socks tucked into corners, a purple toothbrush next to his own, crayon drawings stuck to the fridge.

And in two weeks, it could all be gone. Just him again.

He made his way to the living room slowly, every step heavy with something he didn’t quite know how to name.

Clara was curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, a coloring book balanced on her knees. Just coloring.

Voight sat down in the armchair across from her.

“Hey, Clara?”

She looked up, eyes soft but tired. “Yeah?”

He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.

“I got a call. CPS found one of your aunts. She lives in New Jersey. Her name’s Maria. She’s… she’s your mom’s sister.”

Clara blinked, her crayon stalling on the page. “I don’t know her.”

“I know,” he said gently. “She hasn’t been around. But she wants to meet you. She wants to take care of you.”

Clara didn’t speak. Just stared at him. Voight could almost see her working through the words in her head—what they meant, what they could mean.

“When?” she asked finally, voice small.

“In two weeks.”

She looked back down at her coloring book. “Is it… forever?”

Voight swallowed hard. “I don’t know, kiddo. Maybe. Maybe not. But we’ll make sure it’s safe. And if it doesn’t feel right… we’ll figure it out. Okay?”

There was a long stretch of silence. The kind that sat heavy in the air.

Then, in a voice even smaller than before, Clara said, “I don’t wanna go.”

Voight reached out, resting a hand on the edge of the couch. “I know.”

She looked at him again, this time really looked. “Will I still get to talk to you?”

He gave her the softest smile he could manage. “You better. Or I’ll drive to Jersey myself and bother you.”

Clara gave a tiny, crooked smile at that—just a flicker, but it was enough.

“I like it here,” she whispered.

“I know,” he said. “I like you here, too.”

And then she scooted forward, blanket falling to her lap, and leaned into his arm. He didn’t hesitate—just pulled her close, holding her like the fragile, brave little thing she was.

He didn’t say it, but he felt it: he wasn’t ready either

2 WEEKS LATER

The day Clara left, Voight packed her things slowly. Not that there was much to take—some clothes, a toothbrush, a few books he had found in an old box in the attic.

She didn’t cry. Neither did Voight.

But when the social servicer car was loaded, and the hugs were given, Clara lingered by the passenger door.

“Can I call you?” she asked, not looking up.

“Anytime,” Voight said. “And I’ll call you, too. Just to bug you.”

She nodded. Then—out of nowhere—threw her arms around him. Quick. Fierce.

Voight wrapped his arms around her and held tight.

“You’re gonna be okay, Clara,” he said. “You’re strong. And you’ve got people now.”

She pulled back, wiped her nose, and climbed into the car.

As the car pulled away, Voight stood on the porch, hands in his pockets.

His house was quiet again. But it wasn’t the same.

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Lost and Found: Crossed Path, ch.2

Hank Voight x Reader, +basically all CPD and extra characters

Summary: lucas mom comes around. and so does a part of voights past.

Word count: 1.3k

TW: none? missing kid, overworking?

Author's note: helloooooo, this one actually fun to write, because this was the main idea that came up to me in the beggining.

>chapter 3 gonna be the past, chapter 4 the closing of this case, and chapter 5 the future (somthing along this lines) and maybe something more? dk yet<

chapter 1

chapter 3

>>>English is not my first language<<<

Chapter 2: The Past and Present Collide

7:37 AM

Clara Neves wasn’t herself. The grueling 24-hour shift at the restaurant had taken its toll. She had worked a double—first slinging plates at the diner, then serving drinks until late into the night at a bar that was always packed with people who weren’t there to relax but to forget. Her body ached, but she needed the money. The place was understaffed, and she was grateful for the hours.

She’d left the bar when it opened again, just after the junkies had cleared out and the mess of the night before faded into a new day. But walking into her apartment, Clara never expected to find it so... silent.

The moment she stepped inside, she called out, “Lucas?”

Silence.

“Buddy?” Her voice cracked. The apartment was too quiet, too tidy for a Saturday morning. It didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like home.

“Katie?” she called, the name of the nanny she'd trusted with her child.

Katie Baxter was supposed to be there, supposed to have stayed the night, kept Lucas safe as she always did. But Katie’s backpack was gone, and Lucas... was nowhere to be found.

Clara’s pulse quickened. She grabbed her phone, dialing Katie’s number. Straight to voicemail.

Her heart began to race. Panic crept in, cold and fast, making her hands shake as she dialed again. And again. But nothing.

As the dread grew, the thought of calling 911 didn’t even cross her mind. It was too much. Instead, she grabbed her car keys, her heart heavy with fear, and rushed out the door.

8:02 AM

Clara stood on the front steps of Katie's apartment building, banging on the door, ringing the bell repeatedly. “Katie, open up! Your car is out front!”

Her voice was getting louder, more desperate, but there was no answer. No sign of Katie.

Clara’s nerves frayed at the edges. She was about to knock again when a patrol car pulled up on the street, the engine rumbling like a bad omen.

“Ma’am, everything all right?” one of the officers asked, approaching her cautiously.

Clara, already close to tears, barely kept her composure. “Look, this is my kid’s nanny’s house. I came home, and the place is empty. Her phone’s off. This is her apartment, but—" She paused, trying to steady her shaking hands. "I just want to know where my kid is.”

The officers exchanged a look—one that made Clara’s blood run cold. “What’s the nanny’s name?”

“Katie Baxter,” Clara replied, almost pleading now.

The officer didn’t respond immediately. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and showing Clara a picture. “Is this your kid?”

Clara’s breath caught. There was Lucas, his face streaked with tears, his wide, glassy eyes staring at the camera, empty and distant.

Tears welled up in Clara’s eyes. “Yeah, yeah, that’s my kid. Where is he? What happened?”

The officer’s expression softened. “Lucas is at District 21. He was found earlier this morning at a park, don’t worry, he’s okay. As for Katie—she’s missing. She hasn’t been seen since last evening.”

Clara’s hands trembled harder, and her voice cracked. “My kid was missing since last evening?”

The officer nodded. “We’ll take you to your kid. C’mon, we need to get a statement from you too.”

Clara’s mind was racing. She couldn’t focus on anything except one thing—her son. She had to get to him.

8:37 AM – District 21

Lucas had fallen asleep on the break room couch, exhausted after his ordeal. He looked peaceful now, but Clara could see the faint marks of fear in his tiny body. His stuffed elephant was still clutched in his hand, as if it was the only thing that had kept him tethered to the world.

Meanwhile, Hailey and Dante were on their way to Katie’s apartment. They had a lead on Eric Vincent, a man tied to too many crime rings for comfort. Vincent’s name had been linked to a lot of things, but whether or not he had anything to do with Katie’s disappearance wasn’t clear yet.

As Hailey and Dante pulled away, Kevin knocked softly on Voight’s office door.

“Got anything?” Voight asked, his voice sharp but calm.

Kevin stepped inside, his expression serious. “Lucas’ mom is downstairs. Her name’s Clara Neves. I looked her up. She was involved in a case about 15 years ago—visual testimony—but she disappeared from the case files after that.”

“Clara Neves?” Voight’s tone shifted slightly, something in it almost unrecognizable.

“Yeah. You know her?” Kevin asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

Voight didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he stood up, his chair scraping against the floor as he crossed the bullpen, heading for the stairs.

It had been 15 years since Voight had heard that name. Fifteen years, and yet it felt like yesterday.

Voight descended the stairs quickly, his focus narrowed, his mind already spinning. He had to deal with the present, but the ghosts of the past were rising, uninvited.

When he reached the bullpen, Clara was pacing near the bench. As soon as she saw Voight, she froze. The memory of him, from so long ago, hit her hard.

“Voight…”

He didn’t let her speak more than her name. “Don’t explain. Lucas is upstairs. C’mon, we’ll talk later.” He turned sharply, leading her toward the break room.

Inside, Clara’s breath caught when she saw her son. Lucas was curled up on the couch, still asleep, his face pressed into the pillow. His teaddy bear still in his arms.

Voight nodded to the rest of the team. “I’ll give you two a while. We’ll talk after.”

Clara couldn’t tear her eyes away from Lucas. All the panic, the fear, the helplessness, it all faded away when she saw him. Safe.

The door clicked closed behind Voight, and as Clara sat down beside her son, she let out a shaky breath.

Voight turned to his team in the bullpen, his voice low and steady. “Let’s... give them a while. Keep looking into Eric Vincent. When you get something, tell me. And when Hailey or Torres come through with their findings, let me know.”

Kim, Adam, and Kevin nodded in unison. “Copy that, boss.”

Before he returned to his office, Voight paused, turning back to face his team. “One more thing. The case where Clara’s name pops up—don’t even look it up. Not a word about it. Got it?”

Adam spoke first, his voice firm. “Got it, Sarge.”

Voight turned on his heel, heading for his office, closing the door.

Fifteen years.

It wasn’t a case that everyone should know about.

Not now.

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Lost and Found: Crossed Path, ch.1

Hank Voight x Reader, +basically all CPD and extra characters

Summary: 3 kids missing. Familys desperate. Full on chaos on District 21 and on the streets. Inteligence on the lead of it. But everything changes when a little boy is found on a park.

chapter 2

chapter 3

Word count: 1.2K

TW: none?

Author's note: first chapter of this series, hope you like it!

>>>English is not my first language<<<

The evening had descended, the sun setting below the horizon, elongating shadows in the streets of Chicago. It was ordinary, even quiet, for a moment. Then the first call came in.

5:14 PM

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"I can't find my children!" Rose miller's voice was a panic, the words spilling out in a rush. "I'd left them with the nanny this morning, and now I came home, and no one's here!"

"Ma'am, have you tried calling the nanny's phone? What is the nanny's name?" The dispatcher's voice was even, trying to keep things down to earth.

"Yes, I have! Her phone is off! H-her name is Katie. Katie Baxter," Rose Miller responded, trembling as she looked around the quiet apartment. Her eyes swept the room, wishing to see her children.

"Okay, ma'am, I'm sending officers to your location right away. Try to stay on the line, and I'll update you on what's going on. What are your children's names?"

" Anna and Alex, they're 3 years old"

The dispatcher immediately relayed the information to the respective patrol units, and the wheels of investigation began to turn.

5:41 PM

Meanwhile, in the suburbs, another hysterical voice yelled through the 9-1-1 system.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"I can't find my daughter!" Daniel Jones' voice echoed over the phone. "I left her with the nanny this morning, and now she's not answering her phone, and she's gone! Please! Please help!"

"Sir, what is your daughter's name? What is the nanny's name?" The dispatcher repeated the questions.

"My daughter's name is Victoria, she's 3. And the nanny-his nanny-her name is Katie Baxter!"

"I'm sending units to your location, sir. Stay calm, and we'll take care of you."

The dispatcher quickly radioed to officers in the area, aware of the growing alarm.

Katie Baxter wasn't just missing; so were the children she was entrusted to care for.

Miller Residence – 6:12 PM

Kim Burgess and Adam Ruzek arrived at the Miller house just as the sky turned dusky. Rose was pacing in the front yard, phone clutched tightly in her hands. She looked up as they stepped out of their car, her eyes pleading for something—anything.

"You’re the detectives?" she asked breathlessly.

"Detectives Burgess and Ruzek," Kim verified, flashing her badge. "Where's your husband?"

"He's coming."

"Let's do what you told 9-1-1 first," Adam suggested as they walked towards the house.

Rose tried to go through it all again, voice shaking.

"They were home this morning. Katie was with them all day. I called at two just to catch up, and she didn't answer. I figured she was busy. Then at four, I called. Then five. I panicked. I called my husband, but I—I don't know what happened."

"Was anything missing?" Kim asked.

"Their jackets and shoes, that's it. No bag. No clothes. It's like she just… went."

Adam caught Kim's eye. This had none of the earmarks of a random kidnapping.

A car pulled into the driveway. John Miller got out, his face a tight mask of fear. "What's going on? Where are my kids?"

Rose turned to him. "I don't know, John."

"Mr. Miller," Adam said warily, "your wife just gave us a timeline. We need to corroborate some information—"

"Do you think we did something wrong?" John snapped.

Kim held up a hand. "We're trying to find your kids."

The tension eased, at least somewhat, and the interview continued. As they were walking out of the house, toward their car, Adam muttered, "This is a nightmare."

Kim nodded, distracted, then suddenly exhaled a humorless laugh.

"What?" Adam said.

Kim hesitated before shaking her head. "It's just—this whole thing… Have you ever considered something like this happening to us?"

Adam didn't answer right away. Instead, he turned to her, his expression serious. "Don't joke."

Kim met his gaze. "I'm not."

Adam let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. "We'll re-check Mak's nanny again. Just in case."

They both knew it wasn't much of a joke.

Jones Residence – 6:35 PM

Hailey Upton and Kevin Atwater stepped out of their car to see Daniel and Emily Jones standing in the doorway of their expansive estate. Emily's hands shook, her eyes red-rimmed from weeping.

Kevin spoke first. "Mr. and Mrs. Jones?"

Daniel nodded. "Yeah. Please—please come in."

Everything inside was pristine, expensive. Yet the suffocating sense of loss stifled the room.

Emily gestured to the couch. "She was just… here." Her voice cracked. "Victoria was just here."

Hailey took out her notebook. "Tell us about Katie."

Emily swallowed. "She came highly recommended. Good with kids. Polite. Sweet. But now, in retrospect—I don't know. She was private. Too private."

That was new.

"Did you know Katie was working for other families?" Kevin asked.

Daniel shook his head. "What? No."

Hailey and Kevin exchanged a glance. This was no longer a missing nanny case.

Back at the 21st District – 7:15 PM

Pandemonium in the bullpen. Intelligence in high gear, chasing down leads. Amber alerts already out on the children. Trudy Platt downstairs juggling the patrol officers and keeping everything above water surface.

"Alright," Voight gruffly spoke, at the center of it all. "What do we know?"

"She doesn't have an Illinois ID," Hailey said.

"No apartment in her name," Adam added.

"No relatives here," Kevin said.

"Her face or name is not in our system" Kim added

Dante Torres added, "Checked her car plates, they're fake. The plate the Jones and Miller's gave us are different. Bet she had a plate for each family."

Silence. Then Voight exhaled sharply. "Find her. Call your CI's, anyone who can help. CCTV around 10 blocks of the kids houses and the places the parents said they went to, parks, stores everywhere. Ran the parents connections and past, any enimies, anything. We have 3 kids missing, I want them back home. Fast."

The squad broke up, following every lead they had.

The morning after

The city was still waking up when a patrol car saw him.

A small boy, alone on a park bench.

A little boy, around 3-4 years old.

Tear-stained face. Clutching a small stuffed bear.

There he was—alone, cold, and scared.

The patrol officers exchanged a glance before approaching slowly.

"Hello, buddy," one of them said gently, kneeling before the child. "Lost?"

The boy didn't answer right away. He hugged his teddy bear tighter, his big brown eyes searching the vicinity as if looking for something—or someone.

"Whats your name buddy" Officer Ramirez asked the little boy , kneeling down.

"Lucas" Lucas said in a voice above a whisper.

"Where's your mommy and daddy?" the other officer asked.

Lucas snuffled. "Katie said I had to wait."

The officers stiffened. Katie.

That was all they needed to hear.

The bullpen was chaos. No one had slept. Inteligence was still loking at every cctv camera that could give anything about Katie and the kids.

The doors swung open.

"Hey, Sarge?" Ramirez came in, Greene alongside him. Between them, a little boy stood, small fingers clasped around Ramirez's hand. "We got a situation."

"What?" Trudy said looking up from her paperwork.

"His name is Lucas. Found him in a park bench" Ramirez answered.

"Go up" Trudy said opening the gate to inteligence.

As soon as they got to the top of the stairs to inteligence everyone turned to them.

"Who's the kid?" Voight stepped forward.

"Found him alone in a park," Ramirez said. "Name's Lucas. But here's the thing, Sarge—there was no missing kid named Lucas on any report last night."

Kim, who had been reviewing security footage, straightened immediately. "Wait—Lucas?" She stepped forward, kneeling to peer into the boy's eyes. "Whats your last name buddy?"

Lucas didn't answer

Kim's eyes up at inteligence "Do we have any Lucas missing?"

Dante already on computer searching trought the amber alerts "No lucas on the system"

Voight just looked in silence to the litlle boy before turning to his team. "Look nation wide. Maybe from other state or his family hasnt given him as missing."

Silence fell over the room as the implication of that set in.

One missing child found. Nothing about him on this case,

Three still gone.

And there was no trace of Katie Baxter.

(To be continued...)

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Lost and Found: Crossed Path

Hank Voight x Reader, +basically all CPD & extra characters

CHAPTERS

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Synopsis:

Years ago, Sergeant Hank Voight crossed paths with a young girl named Clara Neves. She wasn’t part of an Intelligence case, but something in him cracked when he learned she was being sent into the foster system—alone, with no trace of her family. For three weeks, it was just Hank and Clara. It took her two weeks to finally let her guard down, to trust him. Then, just as quickly as she entered his life, she was gone—whisked away by distant relatives from New Jersey.

He slipped his card into her bag before she left. But from that day on, she never called. And they lost contact.

Until now.

Chaos erupts at District 21.

Two 9-1-1 calls. Patrol units flooding the streets. Desperate parents searching for their kids.

The thing in common? The nanny - Katie Baxter, that stayed with the kids in the morning.

What no one expected was that a little boy would open the first little crack on the case.

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Story idea (probably full on series 👀)

So.... Some years ago Voight had sheltered a kid (Female?) , no family in the USA, no place to go, (you get the image), few days later social services find family aboard, and that family members fly her back.

Voight loses all contact with the kid, and the kid with Voight.

Back to the present.

Intelligence is investigating a case , and in a way (I'm not telling here because... No massive spoilers) they reconnect fter all those years.

Ps: I NEED voight to have someone back in his life as an anchor. Not a gf, not a lover. Someone, a friend, idk, that's basically more family than anything else (not counting Hailey ofc). Just someone off work that's ... There.

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hi if you do harvey specter requests rn can you please do a story with him being really stressed at work and when he comes home he doesn’t have to hold up his facade and can be seen as someone who isn’t unfazed

Home

(Harvey Specter x girlfriend!reader)

Pure Fluff

Summary: request

Word count: 371

TW: none

Authors note: spent last week with a stye (had to google the name in english, because i had no idea), now im fine (no doctor visits needed thank god).

(ps: do not touch your face if you dont have your hands clean, especially your eyes)

(gifts not mine)--(english's not my first language)

It was late. Too late even for Harvey.

The exaushtion creeped into his bones. Just... pure exhaustion

Long meetings, tough negotiations. Calls. Too many calls. Too many papers. All in one day.

He didn’t wait until he got home to loosen his tie. As soon as he reached the car, the knot was already looser than it had been three minutes ago when he left the firm.

Harvey felt tired. Exhausted. Drained.

As soon as he opened the door to the condo, the silence hit him—a stark contrast to the chaos of his day.

The sound of the TV lingered in the air. He had told her too many times not to stay up, not to wait for him—especially when he’d texted that he would be late, which meant after midnight.

His briefcase stayed by the entryway, shoes scattered carelessly by the door—he didn’t even bother putting them in place. His jacket hung loosely in his hand as he made his way to the living room.

And there she was.

Asleep on the couch. A blanket draped over her, the book he had bought her—maybe two years ago because she had mentioned it in passing—resting on the coffee table. She had finally started reading it. The trash TV show she, for some reason, loved played softly in the background.

Could Harvey just turn off the TV, pick her up, and take her to bed? Absolutely.

But instead, he simply left his jacket on the back of the couch, lifting the blanket carefully so he wouldn’t wake her.

He lay on his side, pulling her closer, the blanket now covering both of them.

Harvey let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

Now, he wasn’t the best closer. He wasn’t the unbreakable lawyer.

He was just a man—too exhausted to move, just wanting to be close to his girlfriend.

His mind started to slow down when he heard a soft, sleepy voice.

"You good?"

He took a moment, just breathing in her scent—that intoxicating, calming scent.

"Yeah. I’m good," he murmured against her hair, pulling her closer. "Just go back to sleep."

Home. That was all he needed. His home.

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✨ Requests Open! ✨ (Fluff & Angst)

Chicago PD

Hank Voight

Kevin Atwater

Chicago Fire

Kelly Severide

Matt Casey

Otis

SUITS

Harvey Specter

Mike Ross

S.W.A.T.

Deacon Kay

FBI

Jubal Valentine

Stuart Scola

Rules:

Fluff, angst, and character-driven moments

Send specific prompts or general ideas!

No extreme violence or NSFW (🔞)

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A different Valentine's Day?

Hank voight x Daughter! Emma

Angst (?) And fluff

summary: what happens when your boyfriend decides to follow bro code (or whatever) on valentines day?

word count: 1,310 words

authors note: (My mind has been a mess but I think that now I'm back for good.) Happy Valentines! To everyone!

-English is not my first language-

Some people spend Valentine's alone. Some go for dinner by themselves or with friends or, if they're lucky, with a special someone.

Others do long distance.

Others have a fun date.

Others have their boyfriend saying he's going on a boys' night.

As weird as it sounds, that happened to Emma. Asking Jake what he was doing for Valentine's and hearing, "I'm spending the night with my boy Toni because he got cheated on," was NOT what she expected.

Sure, okay, he broke the news over breakfast when Emma asked what they would do tonight, but hearing a whole speech about bro code? C'mon, seriously?

So what were the plans after work now? Get drunk in a bar? Go back to the apartment and stare at the wall? Overtime? Ugh, wine sounds better.

Parking the car in Voight's street felt weird. She was supposed to be having dinner or on a date with Jake, not sitting in her car, staring at the house she grew up in, questioning what the hell was happening.

Getting out of the car, closing the door with a bit too much force, she walked toward the front door of the house—the all-too-familiar house.

As she approached the door, she noticed the living room lights were on. Well, at least she hadn't come here for nothing.

She didn't even bother knocking. He gave her an extra key for a reason. Well... more like emergencies, but this counted.

As soon as the door opened, Voight looked up from the couch, where he was lying with a case file in hand and a half-empty beer on the coffee table.

"What the heck are you doing here, Em? Weren't you supposed to be out with Jake?" he asked, sitting up and tossing the file on the table as Emma closed the door behind her.

A loud sigh escaped her lips as she stood there, feeling her father's gaze on her. It was the same one he used on suspects and criminals—or on her when she ate candy right before dinner or came home really late after curfew.

"Do I gotta call in some favors?" Hank asked in the most natural tone of voice.

"No. God, no. Tempting... really tempting, but no," Emma said, walking over to the couch and sitting beside him with a sigh, sinking into the cushions. "Jake decided to have a boys' night," she added, her voice low, betraying the confusion, hurt, and everything in between.

Voight's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Wait, what? The same guy who went all out last year for Valentine's?"

Yeah, that guy—the one who gave Emma flowers, cooked her a damn good meal, complete with dessert, and topped it off with an incredible night. The guy who'd been her Valentine and everything else for three years.

"Yeah... that guy," Emma replied coldly. "Jake said he was going to spend the night with Toni because he got cheated on. Literally told me over breakfast when I asked what we were doing tonight. And after he said it, I just stared at him like a complete idiot and said, 'Alright.' Then he goes, 'Alright, good. Talk to you later,' gave me a kiss, and left for work." She ran a hand down her face, frustration bubbling to the surface. "I only realized I had nothing to do when I left work, and then I asked myself, 'What the fuck is happening?' And now here I am."

Voight just stared at her blankly for a moment, processing it all. "I can make some calls to find out where he really is... or whatever you want."

"No, just stop," Emma said, shaking her head. "I'm not going down the rabbit hole of 'he's cheating on me,' not tonight at least. I just... I don't even know why I came here." Her gaze dropped to the coffee table as though it held all the answers.

"Don't move," Hank said, getting up and disappearing into the house.

"Stupid," she muttered under her breath, rubbing her eyes. How the hell had the guy who went all out last year turned into someone who'd rather spend Valentine's talking about bro code? Almost three years for this? Jake had moved into Emma's apartment, for crying out loud.

She was still spiraling when Voight returned with a brand-new bottle of bourbon and two glasses.

Her eyes narrowed. "Isn't that the special-occasion bottle?"

"Special occasion. You looking like a lost puppy? Same thing," he said with a small smile, opening the bottle and pouring generous amounts into both glasses. "Seriously, if you want me to scare the shit out of Jake, I can make a call."

Emma took a long sip before turning to him. "As tempting as it sounds—again, no." She wanted to say yes, but she knew it would make things worse.

"The offer stands, kid."

Emma swirled the bourbon in her glass, watching the amber liquid catch the light as she let out another long, heavy sigh. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion, hurt, and anger—all mixing together like a storm she couldn't calm.

"I don't know, Dad. I just... I never thought he'd pull something like this." She glanced over at Hank, his steady gaze unwavering, trying to understand. "I mean, we’ve been together for three years. I thought we had a... connection. I thought we were stronger than whatever this is."

Voight leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms. His eyes softened, but his voice was firm. "Kid, sometimes people do things you don’t expect. Doesn’t make it right, but it happens. You just gotta figure out what you’re gonna do with it." He took a sip of his own bourbon, his face hardening slightly. "Jake needs to know that what he did was a low blow, but it's on you how you handle it. No one can make that decision for you."

Emma stared at the glass in her hand, the warmth of the alcohol doing little to ease the chill settling deep inside her. "I don’t even know what to say to him. He just... dropped it on me like it was nothing. Like I didn’t even matter."

Hank’s expression softened again. "People screw up. Doesn’t mean they don’t care, even if they don’t show it right. You gotta decide if you still care enough to figure it out. If not, that’s on him."

She gave a slight nod, taking another sip. "I just don’t know if I can trust him right now. And I don’t want to be someone's backup plan when they’re done feeling sorry for themselves."

"Then don’t be," Voight replied, his voice steady but with that familiar edge that made Emma pay attention. "You don't owe him anything if he's not showing you respect. But whatever you decide, it’s gotta be for you. Not because of what anyone else says or does."

Emma leaned back into the couch, trying to process it all. Her mind was still spinning, but Hank’s words were starting to sink in. She couldn’t let this define her or make her feel small. She had to take control of her own happiness again.

After a long silence, Hank spoke again, his voice lighter now. "You’re always welcome here, Em. No matter what happens with Jake or anyone else. This house is still your home."

"Thanks, Dad," she murmured, the weight of it all pressing down on her. "I just... need time to think. And figure out what the hell comes next."

"Take all the time you need. You know where to find me," he said with a small smile, raising his glass in a quiet toast to her.

Emma clinked her glass against his and took another sip, feeling just a little bit more grounded. Whatever happened with Jake, she knew her father had her back.

That was something she didn’t need to question.

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Can you make a story between Jubal Valentine and y/n about their relationship. Y/n is agent at JOC.

Pizza?

Bf!Jubal Valentine x Gf!Reader

Just pure fluff

Summary: request - day in the life of Y/n and Jubal

Word count: 0,9K

TW: none

Author's Note: Sorry for taking almost a month to do it. :')

(ps: I try to make it more detailed, but my brain becomes jello.)

--English is not my first language.--

(gift's not mine)

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6:40 a.m.

The alarm blared in the stillness of the room, its shrill tone cutting through the dark silence of the early morning. Outside, the world was still cloaked in night, the sun not yet ready to rise.

You groaned softly, half-turning in protest, hoping the sound would fade. A moment later, the alarm clicked off, replaced by the soft hum of familiarity. A hand slid along your side, warm and gentle, rubbing up and down in a comforting rhythm.

“Wake up, sleepyhead. Coffee’s on your nightstand,” Jubal murmured from behind you, his voice still husky from sleep. His hand lingered on your side, his touch coaxing rather than insistent.

“Too early…” you grumbled, burrowing deeper into your pillow.

“Criminals don’t wait,” Jubal teased, his body shifting closer until he was pressed fully against your back. The warmth of him seeped through the blanket, making it hard to stay annoyed. “Come on, the sooner we close this case, the sooner we can get home at a reasonable hour.” His breath was warm against your ear as he whispered, the words tinged with promise.

“Don’t forget,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by the pillow, “you’re making dinner tonight.”

Jubal’s low chuckle vibrated against your back. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry; I’ll defrost dinner.”

“You better.”

“And you better get up,” he said with mock sternness. His fingers started poking your side, each jab punctuated with a word. “I. Need. Your. Pretty. Mind. At. Its. Best.”

Laughing, you squirmed away from him. “You sound like my boss,” you teased, your voice still thick with sleep.

“Hey, he’s a good guy. Watch what you say,” Jubal replied, his tone feigning offense.

“Still a pain in the ass,” you shot back, cracking a sleepy smile.

“Hey, that pain in the ass brought you coffee.” Jubal stood and stretched, the bed shifting slightly as he detangled himself from you. “And because of all this talking, it’s probably cold by now. So, come on. Get that beautiful ass out of bed.”

You let out a dramatic whine at the loss of his warmth, but you pushed yourself up, sitting cross-legged on the bed. The stretch pulled at your muscles, and you sighed, reaching for the cup of coffee he’d left.

You took a sip and grimaced. “It’s cold.”

“Told you.” Jubal smirked, already heading toward the bathroom to get ready.

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The JOC was buzzing with frenetic energy. Screens flickered with streams of information, phones rang in rapid succession, and agents bustled around in controlled chaos.

“Got it!” Emily called from her station, her voice rising above the din. “Signal’s pinged—downtown, heading south!”

Jubal snapped into action at the head of the room, his commanding tone cutting through the noise. “Alright, folks, don’t lose track of him. Good job, Emily. Y/N, OA, Maggie, Scola—you’re up! Move!”

Without hesitation, you grabbed your gear and headed out with the team, adrenaline pumping.

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The operation was intense but efficient. Cornering the suspect in a crowded downtown area was a challenge, but your team worked seamlessly, each member anticipating the others' moves. By the time you had the cuffs on him, the weight of success settled heavily on your shoulders.

Back at the office, the paperwork stretched late into the evening. The satisfaction of a closed case was tempered by the tedium of documentation, but even that couldn’t dull the feeling of accomplishment.

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The familiar sound of your front door clicking shut was like a sigh of relief. As you locked it behind you, the weight of the day seemed to fall away.

“I’m taking a shower. You make dinner,” you said, your tone light but firm as you slipped off your shoes.

“Got it,” Jubal replied, heading toward the kitchen while you made your way upstairs.

The hot water worked wonders, washing away the grime and tension of the day. By the time you stepped out, changing into your pjs and feeling refreshed, you were almost looking forward to dinner.

That is, until you heard Jubal mutter a quiet curse from the kitchen.

“What happened?” you called down, pausing at the top of the stairs.

There was a brief pause before he answered, his tone sheepish. “What do you say about pizza?”

You raised an eyebrow, descending the stairs. “Let me guess. You forgot to defrost dinner.”

“I forgot to defrost dinner,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as he turned to face you. There was an apologetic smile on his face, one you couldn’t help but find endearing. “So… pizza?”

You sighed, shaking your head with a tired smile. “Pizza.”

“Great choice,” Jubal said, already grabbing his phone to place the order. “See? I told you—I am the boss.”

“You’re the boss of takeout, maybe,” you teased, leaning against the counter as you watched him.

As he rattled off your usual order to the person on the other end of the line, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of gratitude. The day had been long, the work exhausting, but this—these small, ordinary moments—made it all worth it.

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Gonna try to post today , and at least twice this week<3

And to everyone that sent request Thank you ❤️ and will try to answer it this week

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Against the clock (part 2 - Final)

Bf! Hank Voight x Gf! Reader x kid

Hell a lot of angst but fluff end

Summary: continuation of part 1

TW : kidnapping, guns, swearing, hospitals, getting hurt, trauma? yeah, along these lines

Words count: 849 words

Writer's note: @pear-1206

The clock was ticking, and every second felt like a lifetime. The team worked tirelessly, scouring security footage and running plates from nearby traffic cams. Kevin finally broke the tense silence.

"I got something!" he announced, drawing everyone's attention to his monitor. "Black SUV, parked near Hank's house about 15 minutes before the patrol car went silent. No plates, but it took off heading west toward the industrial district."

"Get patrol units on that route," Hank barked. "Adam, Kim, you're with me. Jay, coordinate with Kev and get more eyes on those streets."

The team scattered, their movements precise and coordinated. Hank grabbed his gear, his mind racing with the worst possibilities but refusing to let them overwhelm him.

The room was dimly lit, and your head throbbed as you came to. Your hands were tied, but not tightly enough to keep you completely immobilized. Liam sat nearby, his face streaked with tears.

“Hey, hey…” you whispered, forcing yourself to stay calm for his sake. “It’s going to be okay, Liam. I promise.”

He sniffled, nodding, though his little body shook with fear.

The door creaked open, and a man entered—a tall, burly figure with a menacing glare. “You’re awake,” he muttered. “Good. Saves me the trouble.”

You glared at him, your voice steady despite the fear gnawing at your stomach. “What do you want?”

The man smirked, stepping closer. “The kid’s parents owed my boss. Big time. They’re gone, and now I’m just cleaning up their mess. You and the boy? Collateral damage.”

“Collateral?” you spat. “He’s a child! You’re just a coward, cleaning up your own failure to handle business like a man.”

The insult earned you a sharp slap, but you refused to flinch. Liam whimpered, and you shot him a reassuring look, silently mouthing, Stay brave.

You had no idea if Hank or anyone from Intelligence would find you in time, but one thing was clear—you wouldn’t go down without a fight.

Back at Intelligence, Trudy burst into the bullpen. “Patrol just spotted a van matching the description heading toward an abandoned warehouse on the south side.”

“That’s them,” Hank growled, grabbing his vest and gun. “Let’s move.”

The team mobilized, their vehicles racing through Chicago’s streets. Hank gripped the wheel, his mind focused entirely on getting to you and Liam. Nothing else mattered.

As they reached the warehouse, the team spread out, securing the perimeter. Jay and Adam took the back entrance while Hank and Kevin approached the front. The tension was thick, the only sound the faint hum of a nearby train.

As the chaos unfolded in the warehouse, one of the kidnappers, desperate and cornered, lunged toward you and Liam. Instinctively, you moved to shield the boy, and a sharp pain tore through your side. You gasped, stumbling backward as the man’s knife made contact.

“Y/N!” Hank roared, his voice echoing through the building as he fired a precise shot, the kidnapper dropping instantly.

You sank to the ground, clutching your side, trying to keep pressure on the wound. Liam clung to you, crying uncontrollably. “It’s okay, buddy,” you whispered, your voice weak but steady. “You’re okay.”

Hank was at your side in seconds, dropping to his knees. His hands hovered over you, panic flashing in his eyes. “You’re hurt. Damn it, you’re hurt.”

“Just a scratch,” you joked weakly, though your pale face betrayed the pain.

Coming out of the ambulance and into med the whole ER team is outside waiting knowing inside the ambu is a MED member.

As the stretcher comes out everything starts working fast.

"It's not that bad Maggie. Hurts like a bitch but not too bad" you say seeing Maggie, "you're just leading y/n nothing more" she says glancing at you.

"Open up! MED on the house, trauma 3 go go go now." she barks as everyone turns to give you assistance. "now you Hank stay here ok? we got her"

"I-" Hank tries to talk back but Maggie cuts him off instantly "shes one of ours, so we'll take care of her. you go seat with everyone and try not to kill her family when they get here ok?"

The next hours go by a blank. Liam ended up being completely fine, scared, and probably with trauma to last 3 lifetimes but alive and safe

Hours later, after the knife wound was cleaned and stitched, and a blood transfusion ensured you were stable, you finally woke up in a recovery room. Hank was there, sitting by your side, his hand gripping yours tightly.

“You’re a stubborn one, you know that?” he said, his voice thick with relief.

“Takes one to know one,” you teased, though your voice was hoarse.

His expression softened as he leaned closer, brushing a hand over your hair. “You scared the hell out of me. Seeing you hurt like that…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I’m not used to being the one who can’t fix things.”

“You did, though,” you whispered. “You found us. You kept Liam safe. That’s all that matters.”

"And no more take-out delays ok?" "Got it"

END <3

(part 3 or continuation of what happens to Liam? :) )

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lol not me bed rotting and reading fanfiction about a fictional character that would most likely not even go for someone that looks like me :) im very mentally unwell but a girl can dream.

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Hank Voight x reader. A child had come to her and was begging to be saved. She didn't know what to do and contacted Hank. While the team investigates, she and the child bond. Unknowingly, the assailant had eyes on them and kidnapped both of them. Leaving Hank race against time to save them. You decide how it ended. Tag me later! Thanks!!! :))

Against the clock (Pt.1)

Bf! Hank Voight x Gf! Reader x kid

Hell a lot of angst but fluff end

Summary: request

TW : kidnapping, guns, swearing

Words count: 1 735 words

Writer's note: omg anonymous, this is so good!!!!! If you want me to tag your account on the post text me on dm's :))

Took me days to write it 🫣Enjoy!

(gift's not mine)

A cop and a nurse, maybe cliché but You and Hank have been dating for over 3 years. Before the second year mark you had moved in with him and with it came helping kids from Hank cases that had nowhere to go.

You had a day off and as Hank would be the whole day at the station you went to have breakfast with your sister Anna and her husband Parker.

"Plans for tonight?" Anna asks you as the 3 of you leave the diner after having breakfast.

"Take out, beers, and a movie when Hank comes back home," y/n says sipping her coffee.

"pray that he'll be home on time," Parker says with a chuckle

"Watch it Parker. Keep it on and I won't go to your work promotion" you say giving him a smack on the arm and a look that makes him put his hands up in surrender "alright alright I'll stop it"

"You'll never learn babe. Hey, see you later y/n and don't drink too much" Anna says as she hugs you goodbye.

"See you later and I'm not 15"

"Never too late to care about my sister," Anna says as y'all break the hug.

As Anna and Parker leave for their car to go to work, and you wave goodbye you decide to take a walk around the city because you really don't have anything to do (and cleaning the house ain't on the plans at all).

Walking around a park that was quite empty because of work hours, you see in the distance a kid running in your direction. As the kid comes close you notice the dirty clothes and crying and panicked face.

Before you can react the kid is in front of you "I- I- need help. Please help me" he says with a cracking voice hugging your leg.

The kid couldn't be more than 5 years old, he was begging "Please help me"

"Hey, its ok. What's your name?" y/n says kneeling down to be on eye level with the kid rubbing his arm.

"I- I'm Liam..." The kid, Liam, answers cleaning his tearful eyes.

"Alright, I'm Y/n. Are you hurt? Can you tell me what happened?" your eyes are all over the kid seeing if you can spot any injury on Liam

Instead of an answer you receive a hug from the kid. He was seeking comfort desperatly.

You had no idea what was going on or what happened. At least you didn't notice the kid being hurt. As you hug the kid back you call Hank knowing he would help with this weird, freaking, and confusing situation.

"Hey, what's up honey? Everything ok?" it didn't take too long to hear Voight's voice through the phone.

"busy?" "Not really what's up?"

"I- uhm" you take a pause to try to form a phrase with some sense. "Alright I left the coffee shop with Ana and Parker and I went to the park nearby and I saw this kid scared and panicking. He doesn't seem hurt but is panicked. He just told me he needs help, can you uhm... come around an-"

"I'm on my way. Dont move or leave the kid" Voight says over the phone getting up leaving his office and signaling Adam to follow him leaving the rest of the team asking what's going on.

"Thanks. This does feel right Hank. Something is going on" you say rubbing Liam's back, which he keeps sobbing and whispering asking for help.

"I'm on my way with Adam, don't move. I'll be there in 10, ok?" Hank was already in the car on the driver's seat as Adam was on the passager seat.

As Hank hangs up the call and starts driving Adam turns to him "what's going on?"

"y/n found a kid scared and fuckin panicking on the park. She fells something happened before the kid appeared. Let's go there and check it out." Hank asnwes with a sight having no idea what was going on. It was supposed to be a slow day damnit.

"did the kid talk?" Rusek turns his face to look at Hank as he drives.

Voight' sales his head, eyes focused on the Chicago roads. "No he didn't say anything. Y/n said she doesn't see the kid hurt or anything but this doesn't feel alright. A kid doesn't appear around in a park like that for nothing."

When Hank and Adam arrive at the park , they spot you on a bench with Liam on your lap. He's cuddling on you but his dirty clothes are noticeable by far.

"hey sweetheart. What's going on" Hank's asks as he gets closer

"hey, I found this little guy Liam. And yeah... Help me out. " Y/n says looking up to Voight and Rusek. "You can tell them Liam. They're friends and they're gonna help" Liam hearing your words slowly peaks up to look at Hank and Adam that give him a simple smile .

"i- uhm... Someone got into my house... There were gun shots..." Liam says in a small voice. Afraid of what could happen .

"do you know where you leave Liam?" *Voight was speaking in a sweet voice. Doing everything to not freak out the kid. Liam nods his head and leaves your lap grabbing your hand so you could follow him.

"oh ok I think we'll follow you Liam" you say getting up starting to walk next to Liam looking back at Hank and Adam with a 'whats going on' look.

As you aproach the house next to Liam, the front door is open and the front window shatered. With one look to Hank you pull Liam back as Voight and Rusek pulled out their guns to expection the house.

The house was clear. A male boddy on the top floor next to the stair case. By the looks a overdose and a gun shot to the chest. A female boddy on the living room with a shot to her head and a bag next to her with guns and a whole bunch of cash.

As Hank and Adam leave the house, Adam is already on the phone to call the rest of the team and patrol as Hank comes up to you.

"This place is a mess, we'll clean it out and see whatever did this and why. You take the kid to MED, check him out and try to get his last name or something, by the looks of this house... his parents might be on our database." hank sights "not the day off you talked about"

"The beers and take out will have to wait i guess" y/n says picking up Liam again. "and not the calm day you talked about. I'll head up to med, when i have something I'll call you"

"Call me when you have updates. I'll do the same"

Leaving med and knowing the kid has no injuries you go over to the district. Arriving you leave Liam with Trudy so you could go upstairs to intelligence.

"Hey" y/n say entering inteligence. "The kid's name is Liam Kennedy. The last thing he did in Med was some blood work. Procedure. His mom is Sabrina Kennedy and his father Joel Kennedy, he had and overdose 5 years ago around when Liam was born and overdosed again 2 years ago"

"and that Joel guy is on our database as a witness of an old case" Kevin says from his desk "and now he's dead. Well killed as forensic says. Like his wife"

"So... Y'all think Liam run away from being... killed?" The thoughts on your mind of a 5 Year old running away from a scene like this were killing you.

"probably. We're still trying to get the footage from the other side of the street" Voight says as he sees you sitting next to him on the desk as everyone was looking at the board with information about the case.

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During the rest of the day the intelligence team keeps working on the case to find the killer. What no one knew is that he had eyes on everyone all the time .

Liam had stayed the night at your and Hank's place. Because of him you took the day off praying that the case would get closed today.

Leaving home the next day after

making sure Liam had breakfast and was settled with some cartoons, you decided to run a quick errand. Hank had reassured you he’d have a patrol car stationed outside for extra security, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease.

The errand didn’t take long, but when you returned, the house was eerily quiet. The patrol car outside was empty, and your heart sank as you opened the door.

“Liam?” you called out, stepping into the living room. The TV was still on, but the little boy was nowhere in sight. A muffled sound came from the hallway—quick, heavy footsteps—and before you could react, a figure emerged, shoving you back and clamping a cloth over your mouth. The sharp, chemical smell overtook you as you struggled, and everything went black.

Back in inteligence Hank was going crazy trying to contact you.

“Where are they?” Hank’s voice was sharp, but beneath it, there was a tension that only came when something hit too close to home. Trudy’s voice had been tight when she reported that the patrol unit outside your house hadn’t checked in. When Adam confirmed your phone was going straight to voicemail, Hank’s heart sank.

Arriving at the house, Hank felt the chill run through him. The patrol car was empty, the driver-side door slightly open. Inside the house, the door hung ajar, and the living room bore unmistakable signs of a struggle. A broken coffee mug on the floor. The faint scuff marks of a fight. No sign of you or Liam.

Hank ran a hand over his face, the tension building to a boil. “They were here,” he muttered, voice low and dangerous. His fists clenched as he turned to Jay, who was already scanning the room for anything useful. “Whoever did this… they don’t know who the hell they’re messing with.”

Jay glanced at him, his expression serious but resolute. “We’ll get them, Hank. Kev’s pulling footage from the neighborhood cams. We’ll find the car, and we’ll find them.”

Hank’s jaw tightened, his eyes burning with determination. “Not ‘if.’ We will.”

(PART 2 ⬇️)

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David 'Deacon' Kay x reader. Him teaching her self defense. Fluff and maybe more. Up to you. Thanks!! :)

Handy

Bf! David 'Deacon' Kay x Gf! Reader

Fluff!! and some minor suggestive things on the end

Summary: request

TW: none, some suggestive things on the end

Word count: 230 words - really really short one

***English's not my first language***

Photo: Pinterest

"For the million time , I don't need it" y/n says to her boyfriend, deacon, sitting down on the couch. This has been going on for weeks.

"someday you'll need, y/n" deacon stands Infront of you

"forgot I'll just call you" "and while I don't get there ?"

"if I say yes will you shut up with this" you lock eyes with deacon.

"promise" "then yes"

A victory smile is stamped on Deacon face. "Get up"

"wait now?" "Yes now, don't think you'll run away"

"Alright, alright what do you wanna teach me" you say getting up standing in front of him

"Throw me a Punch" deacon says with a smirk taking a step back to give you some space

"that's your thought of safe defense?" You give him a "really" look

"you won't hurt me c'mon"

"fine" as you thrown him a puch he picks you up over his shoulder

"a robber or attacker won't pick me up Deacon"

"hey, in my defense you won't be wearing a sports bra when it might happen" a massive smirk was growing on Deacon face

"did you really wanna teach me self defense now?"

"nope, we'll do it on the gym" he was already carrying you to the bedroom "for now I have others ideas"

"you're horrible..." "Last night you didn't say that"

Self defense stays for other day... Maybe... Or not...

The End<3

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dad! Voight x Kid! Reader request —

Voight has to deal with a traumatized kid he recently took under his care. Maybe he brings them to the department and they see someone/something that freaks them out so he calms them down <3

♡ no pressure. you don't have to do it if you don't want to.

Next time call me kiddo

Dad! Hank Voight x Kid! Reader

Fluff

Summary: request

TW: kid has some traumas pills, drugs, alcohol (mentioned)

Writers note: did a minor minor tiny tiny change to the request. Enjoy!

Word count: 1306 words

**english's not my first language**

(Gift's not mine)

Y/n. A teen that was found by the intelligence team of Hank Voight during a case. Drugged and beaten up by her parents. Addicted to pills and alcohol. Since a small toddler watching the parents drugged as hell and the dad beating mom. The dad got busted by his drug deal buddies and the mom went in with him due to being into the drug deal with him. Love in sickness and in health and drug deals.

The interrogation of the dad made Hank's blood boil. Not literal.

"you know y/n is going into the system right? You and your lady will die in a room smaller than this" the agent says with his rough voice pointing around the interrogation room

"y/n was supposed to never happen. The kid drugs herself? Then what. It's on the family blood" the dad says with a grin making Hank's vision becomes red. Red with anger. It takes everything to not kill this guy in this interrogation room.

This was 4 months ago. Hank chose to take the kid in instead of seeing the kid going through the system and never getting out or getting the help y/n needs. Or probably what would happen. Ending up in the streets getting the addiction worse.

For the past 5 months your life changed completely. School, rehab, therapy. Repeat. Even if you wanted to find anything around Hank's house nothing was around. Hank hide all the alcohol and medical pills to make sure no relapse would happen (of course not your mental health medication).

Hank became the family you never knew you had or deserved. He gave you a safe space , a shoulder to cry on and a group of people that care for you. More than you ever thought.

One evening you leave school earlier because one of your teachers got sick. Hank was supposed to go pick you up but as you left earlier you walked to the station that wasn't too far away.

Getting there you great Trudy and ask her if you can go up to intelligence which she with a "go on, and don't bother them!".

Entering intelligence you notice the space oddly quiet and empty. Getting further into the unit you see the border full of pictures of probably a case and you freeze when you see the photos of what you assume are the dead people on the case. Blood all over their face or Simply pale. Freaking out you get back downstairs and leave going home . 'why didn't I call him' goes Trought your mind as you walk back to Hank's home. 'Damnit I should have called or texted before appearing announced on the station'

As you enter the home, back in the station the team comes in from a case scene.

"Voight, Y/n came around" Trudy says as intelligence team enters the station

"what do you mean she came around?" Voight asks raising an eyebrow getting closer to the front desk

"she said one of her teachers got sick or whatever. She went upstairs but then left and without a word"

"did she say where she went? Wait she went upstairs?" Voight asks trying not to panic

" she didn't. And yeah she went upstairs to wait for you" Trudy asks now getting worried too

"damnit I'll be back" Voight says leaving again, now alone letting his team standing in the station entry looking at Trudy, questioning what's going on.

He knew you would be home. It was the only place you would be. As he parks the car in front of the house he rushes in, questioning if you say the case photos that he was working on.

"y/n!" He says getting inside the house, closing the door behind him.

As he turns to the living room he spots you looking blankly at the TV that was on in a random Chanel.

He knew that look.

The look of freaking out. Like he saw when he got you out of your parents house when they got busted. When he went to see you at the hospital after you got treated and he told you he wanted to take you in so you didn't go through the system . The look when you started taking your mental meds. The look when you were tempted to relapse. The look when you had the first nightmare in the house and he helped you calm down. The look when he got hurt on his hand on the job and you saw when he got home. The look that he hated seeing on you so much.

"hey" Hank says quietly as he sits next to you. "Teacher got sick uh?"

You nod slowly answering him yes.

There was a long pause before y/n says in a low and unstable voice "those people... The... Board on the station with uhm... The victims... Is the-" a big breath is taken "-do y'all have a lead on the killer?" The kid asks in a shaky voice. The images of people with shots in the head. Blood in their faces. Black eyes. Pale faces. Innocent people.

"we have a lead. The team is taking care of it. You could have called.... I had picked you up kiddo" voight was fighting not pulling you into a hug. Trying to give you space but the look on your face . The panic was killing him. "Next time call kiddo. I don't want you to see this things"

"I'm sorr-" your cut off by Hank "don't say you're sorry for fucks sake. You came in and saw it. It wasn't supposed to happen. So next time if you have a dead last period. Call me. I or someone else is gonna pick you up, ok?" The man says caressing your arm before pulling you into a hug.

You hug him back instantly. You felt safe there as you never did. It was still weird having someone carrying for you but you were committed to open up and letting him in. At the end of the day he took you in.

"thank you" "no need to thank me kiddo. I just don't want to see you like this again. You didn't drink or did something stupid, right?" Voight asks worrying you might have relapsed .

"no no. Promise I didn't" y/n says as they break the hug. "I didn't and I won't."

"alright I believe you. And I'll talk to your therapist to advance your appointment to this week instead of next week. Ok with you?"

"yeah- yeah.. thanks" y/n says looking down

"I need to go back to the station. I promise I'll close the case ok? The person who did it will pay" he says reassuring you the person who did it

"I know you will"

"will you be ok alone?" He asks getting up from the couch looking down on you.

Yeah I will, Thanks" y/n says looking up at voight

"When I leave the station and close the case I'll text you. And will bring take out for dinner. Any requests?"

"That burger place we like close to the station?" A hint on y/n face appearing. As a mirror it appears in Voights face.

"got it. The usual from that place. I'll go but please... Anything... Even just bugging me on work. Text or call."

"I will. I learned my lesson today." A chuckle excaped y/n lips as she says it.

"you sure did. See you at dinner, anything call me" Voight smirk smashed in his face. Y/n will be fine. He starts walking to the front door leaving .

He walks to his car still worried about you but he knew that getting that guy would make you ease a bit . Everything would be alright in the end of the day. It always did.

The End<3

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The hell have I done?

Otis X Reader

LITLE ANGST BUTT FLUFF

Summary: request

Author's note: so sorry for taking so long!!! Cause app called Character Al (it consumed me for a month). And I had so much fun writing this!!!

word count : 1,230 words

**English's not my first language**

(Gifts not mine!)

You and Otis had... Something strong. That no one could deny.

When you arrived at 51 you were automatically droned to Brian. Why? Blame superior forces. In the question of weeks, y'all were sleeping together here and there. But never had a serious talk about what you guys were.

"Need to tell ya something " herrmann says behind the bar to Otis that's next to him

"what's up" Otis says dropping the towel and looking at Herrmann

"This might be just a rumor... But y/n slept with Antonio..." Herrmann says afraid of Otis's reaction

"what?- here did you hear that?" Otis asks completely stunned 'where did I go wrong' starts going over his mind, already a thousand by the second.

Herrmann sighs "Gabby was talking at the station and mentioned something about it. I had to tell you because of... You know... How you two were... Sort of seeing each other... I guess. And you two are close."

Otis is still stunned by what he just heard "Thanks, Herrmann... Appreciate your honesty"

Silence falls with the two men. Otis's mind is working overtime. 'what happened' 'ain't no way she slept with Dawson' 'I mean we're not official but I thought we were exclusive' 'Gosh why did she do this' 'I need to see her tomorrow at work damit' 'did I do something' 'dam Otis she ain't yours, y'all aren't together'.

"you good?" Herrmann asks seeing Otis getting lost in his mind.

"Don't worry I'm fine. We're not together so it's fine" Otis says with a slightly more low voice starting to clean the glasses again. His mind isn't working normally, at least not for a few days, Goodbye sleep.

The shift the next day was... Weird to say the least.

Arriving at the station something felt off. The squad table was quiet, more than normal. "morning" you say passing by the squad table

The squad all look up "Morning" Cruz says clearly with a weird look in his eyes

Moving to the locker room you find some team members finishing getting ready to start work. Otis alongside them

"Morning Otis" you say opening your locker next to Otis's. But all you receive is coldness. Not the usual 'morning y/n' with his signature smile or a talk about something he saw or did last night. Simply... Closing his locker and turning around leaving without a word.

"what has got into him" I ask Kidd

"don't know " Kidd says, also questioning why she didn't see the normal affection between you and Otis.

The next few days you just receive cold interactions from Otis. The full team is questioning what the hell is happening. No small talk no hugs, nothing between you too. Herrmann's remorse grows day by day for saying it to Otis.

One day after a harsh and long call you decide to confront Otis as the team is leaving.

"Brian" it felt weird as hell calling him that but you had to get his attention "Got 5 minutes?" you ask as you get next to him at the exit of the fire station.

Hearing you calling him by his first name feels like a knife to his hearth. Otis knows he can't keep running away, so with a long sight he stops his steps and turns to you "What"

"The hell have I done?" you ask bluntly stopping in front of him and looking at his face.

"Look y/n..." with a long sight he braces himself for what coming and for what he's about to say. "not here"

"Not here what? That you have ignored me and been cold for days? That even at Molly's you stay away from me as far as you can?" your patience was growing tin.

Otis's mind was burning at this point. Wanting or not, but not hugging you for the past few days was killing him "Let's go to your place so we can talk. We really need to talk..."

"Alright" 'the hell have I done' you kept asking yourself but started moving to your car to get to your place

As you and Otis get to your place, you lock the door and Otis sits on the couch letting out a long exhale not liking that this conversation is about to happen but gosh he missed you.

"If I did something just say it" you say sitting on the couch away from Otis.

"Did you sleep with Antonio?" The words rolling out of Otis's mouth make his stomach flip off the thought.

"How did y-" "It's not important y/n, just say yes or no" Otis cuts you off feeling almost desperate to know the truth.

"yeah, I did. But... it's not like I'm taken..." You answer slowly and with a low voice. A pang of guilt washes over you realizing what this was about, fear of losing Otis finally sitting in.

"Yeah your not taken..." Another knife to Otis's heart, he doesn't know he's still breathing at this point with the nerves.

Awkward silence surrounds you two. Damit.

After a few minutes, Otis desperation wins and he speaks up with a shaky breath. "I'm just gonna say it before I don't have the strength to say it ever again. We're not together. We have slept a few times and had really good times, not just sex. But ...." 'don't break Otis keep on' runs through his mind before continuing "We're not official, we... gosh never talked about it but the thought of you with anybody else, especially Antonio? I don't know if I puke or strangle him"

he earns a small smile from you which is what he needs to keep on.

"Y/n. I- ... I'm just gonna say it before I go insane, I have to say it before but this time I mean it in every sense of the word. I love you and admit not talking to you for days k-"

Before he can finish the sentence you're already up and in front of him kissing him softly. He's taken back but quickly kisses you back and sits you on his lap so he can hug you while you kiss, something you accept instantly. Your hands are on his neck and hair while one of his hands is on your lower back and the other on your cheek.

When you two break the kiss and your eyes meet it's all there. The love the passion and ... something new. Commitment. No more games and sleeping together occasionally.

"Love you, not gonna say the too because you know..." you say with a small smirk

"...I know 'if I say too after I love you it feels like I'm just answering you', I know" He says mimicking all the times you told him that.

At this point, Otis is smiling like a fool pulling you in a hug burning his face on your neck, and inspiring strong scents of your perfume and body wash.

"It's a good time to say you're the one that makes me feel good in bed"

"oh cmon don't kill this moment" he's laughing but happy that he's the one making you feel good on that aspect "And for you're information from now on you're mine, got it?"

"Got it" you say feeling every emotion in the world that finally you guys are together.

and who knows what the future holds for you two

THE END <3