Forgive me if the formatting is a little out of whack...not used to posting from a Chromebook. This will be my first Chicago Med fic of many. I'm Team Manstead all the way. This story will feature mainly Will, Natalie, Jay, Erin, Connor, as well as other Chicago Med and Chicago PD characters. I largely write dramatic/angsty stories, but will add in the fluff as needed. Some strong language will be featured in various chapters. I apologize in advance if this offends anyone. Read and Enjoy!

Will Halstead groaned as his alarm clock beeped loudly, waking him from a deep sleep. He stifled a yawn as he blindly swung as at his nightstand in hopes of connecting with the clock's snooze button, but failed miserably as it fell to the floor. With a sigh, Will climbed out of bed and pulled on a stray pair of sweatpants before heading out into the hallway. The heavenly aroma of freshly brewed coffee, eggs, and bacon hung in the air as he stumbled into the kitchen.

" Your girlfriend is amazing," Will said to Jay who was sitting at the kitchen counter.

" What makes you think Erin made breakfast?" challenged Jay as Will popped bread into the toaster.

" Dude, last time you made breakfast I had to call off work because I was so sick."

" You had the flu," Jay stated as he snatched a piece of toast out of the toaster.

" I wound up in the ER with food poisoning," Will argued as he took Jay's seat.

So did Erin."

" What about Erin?"

" The omelette incident," stated Will as Erin Lindsay came into the kitchen, her hair damp from the shower she had just taken.

" I don't think I've ever been so sick in my life," groaned Erin as she took a seat beside Will.

" Hey man, turns out I don't need a ride home from work tonight," Will explained to Jay as he stood and refilled his coffee mug.

" Is your car finally out of the shop?" Jay asked, reclaiming his seat.

" Actually, Natalie and I are going out to dinner after work."

" That's the third time this week. Sounds like things are getting serious," Erin pointed out.

" She's taking me out to dinner to apologize for Owen projectile vomiting on me the other other day," explained Will innocently as he put his empty coffee mug in the sink. The clock above the stove read 6:22 A.M.

" You better not have used all the water," Will shouted as he headed back down the hallway.

Nearly half an hour later Will stepped into the ER and was greeted with instant chaos.

" Maggie, what's going on?" he asked as he approached her.

" Some dumbass junkie led the cops on a wild goose chase and plowed his car into a crowded Starbucks."

" Let me go change real quick," replied Will as he headed for the locker room. He hurriedly changed out of his jeans and shirt then shoved everything in his locker.

" Dr. Halstead, incoming!" Maggie shouted as he exited the locker room. The doors to the ambulance bay slid open as a stretcher was pushed in, accompanied by a police officer.

" Is this the driver?" he questioned as he grabbed a pair of gloves. The officer nodded as Will followed them into Exam 5.

" What's your name sir?"

" Santa Claus. I'm Santa Claus you fucking moron!" the man screamed.

" Do you know what he's on?" questioned Will.

" No and good luck getting it out of him. Whatever he took did a number on him," answered the officer as he stepped aside.

" My bag! My bag! Where's my bag?!" the driver exclaimed as he sat up, attempting to rip off all of the wires and IVs he was attached to.

" April, get me some Haldol STAT!" Will ordered as April walked in. The man began visibly calmer as the medication began coursing through his veins.

" Is he going to make it?" questioned the cop.

" From the looks of it, other than the fact that he's high as a kite, he'll be okay. April, order a full blood workup including a tox screen and a CT as well."

" Here's that bag he was looking for," remarked the officer as he pulled a bag from the bottom of the gurney.

" What's in the bag?" Will asked as he grabbed it from the officer.

" No clue," he answered as Will pulled back the zipper.

" Well, well, well. I think this answers our questions in regards to what he's high on," Will observed as he opened the bag that happened to be stuffed full of Crystal Meth.

April, make sure Jolly Old St. Nick's bag of goodies doesn't leave the custody of Officer...Drew here. I'll be back in a few minutes to stitch him up," Will exited the exam room and made his way to the nurse's station. He was so busy entering information into the system that he didn't spot Natalie as she approached him.

" Hey, I heard you have the driver," she commented as she tapped away on her tablet.

" And his duffel bag full of Crystal Meth. The bastard is probably going to walk away with a concussion and some stitches."

" I've got a barista covered in 2nd and 3rd degree burns."

" Damn," Will replied as he placed his tablet on a charger and headed towards a supply cart in search of a suture kit.

" So Jeff's mom is going to keep Owen tonight while we're out," mentioned Natalie.

" And that's not a problem for her? Us spending time together?" Will questioned as he grabbed a suture kit and turned back around to face her.

" I think she's just happy to see me happy," Natalie responded as Will leaned into her and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

" Dr. Manning! We need you in Trauma 2!"

" See you later," Will said as he wistfully watched Natalie walk away.

" Hey man." Will looked up from where he was sitting to find Jay and Erin standing in front of him.

" You guys lost or something?" joked Will.

" We're looking for Trevor Isaac," responded Erin.

" Trevor who?"

" Trevor Isaac. The driver from the crash this morning."

" Oh! You mean Jolly Ol' St Nick?" Will asked as he stood.

" Huh?"

" He told me his name was Santa Claus before we had to knock him out with Haldol," said Will with a laugh.

" What are the extent of his injuries?" asked Erin as Will lead them towards Exam 5.

" Mild concussion and various cuts. What's Intelligence got in all of this?" asked Will as they paused in the hallway.

" Not only is that bag full of Crystal worth a quarter of a million dollars, but Mr. Claus is connected to one of the biggest meth trafficking rings in the city," explained Erin.

" Looks like someone is getting a stocking full of coal," remarked Will as he entered the room.

" Mr. Isaac, are you feeling any better?"

" Who in the hell told you my name?"

" I'd like you to meet Detectives Halstead and Lindsay. They'd like to ask you some questions."

" You two brothers or something?"

" Never seen him before in my life," quipped Will as he exited.

I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you
Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you.
I've seen the paths that your eyes wander down
I want to come too

I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you...
~Landon Pigg~ Falling In Love In A Coffee Shop~