Disclaimer: I don't own Chicago PD.

A/N: Okay, so I know I should have gotten a prompt up tonight. But well... it's 11.30pm here in Aus. I watched Chicago PD and while I admit the scene was cute... it wasn't what Sophia teased us with.

That, plus the continual cutting of Linstead scnes... plus me being tired = this is what you get. lol

There are likely mistakes, try and enjoy anyway :-)

You're an Angel

"GMC Sierra. Brand new." Hank places the car keys in my hand and I turn my cheeky face and shining eyes to Jay.

"Um. Please can we talk?" I take in Jay's begging stance, hands at his chin and hopefulness in his eyes.

I chuckle at Jay before grabbing my coat and heading downstairs to the roll up, ignoring his frantic steps behind me.

When we make it downstairs Jay's finishing putting his jacket on and staring dreamily at the truck sitting in front of us.

"Okay, this is my dream rig. You know this. I probably mentioned it in my sleep."

My eyes are taking in Jay's hopeful expression before averting my gaze to the truck and letting out a playful sigh.

"Now I've ridden shotgun since day one. No complaint." Jay continues making his argument.

Jay's eyes are still pleading his case when I send him a look of disbelief at his latest statement.

"Well, what's in it for me?" I tilt my head with a smirk.

Jay answers silently with his eyes, reminding me of a similar conversation in the break room regarding a new couch and the promise of quid, pro, quo.

"You know I'll make it worth your while." Jay's eyes run over my body, full of silent promises.

"Mmm hmm." I raise an eyebrow, waiting for more.

"Please." Jay raises his right eyebrow, his forehead crinkling in that sexy way of his.

"You're cute when you beg." I giggle at the look on his face.

"I'm always cute." I can't help but laugh at him, before looking around to see if anyone is watching.

My feet close the distance between us and I grab onto his jacket, looking up at him through my lashes.

"You really want to drive?" I whisper, my lips getting closer.

"More than I've ever wanted anything." The intensity between us sizzles.

"Even me?" I bite my lip, satisfied when a moan slips through his mouth.

"I walked straight into that one." His head falls backwards.

"How badly do you want to drive this truck?" I lick my lips and his eyes are focused on nothing else.

"I'll do anything." He begs with a promise.

"Anything, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Washing and cleaning for three months?" A loud laugh escapes my mouth at the shocked look on his face.

"No fair. You're messy."

"Okay. Guess you're riding shotgun." Jay grabs my waist before I can pull away.

"Fine… unless there's something else you want in return..." His blue eyes flicker down to my lips.

"You really dream about this truck? Men are so strange." I shake my head, eyes searching his.

"All the time. Comes in second to a motorbike."

"I've heard no such dream. I have heard others though..." I smirk up at him with a cheeky grin.

Jay's cheeks tint red, understanding my implication.

"You don't say anything."

"You mumble my name during them, so as long as that's happening – we're cool. It's all good." I giggle as he averts his eyes briefly, they flicker to the truck and back to me.

"I never said they were separate dreams." His blue eyes hold mischief and I narrow my eyes at him.

"What if I told you… the car makes an appearances in some of those dreams." He continues leaning closer.

"I'd say… make one of those dreams a reality and maybe we're in business." I fire back, wishing the case could be solved and we could get a start on this.

"Are you kidding me? Easy. Dream car… dream girl… back seat… yeah. I could make this trade work."

"Don't let Hank find out." I smirk, unable to resist the temptation to burst his bubble.

"I forgot about that… you'll just have to be quiet."

"I resent that. I can be quiet." Jay laughs at me.

"Sure, whatever you say babe."

"Sounds to me like you don't want to drive." I move to turn away and Jay steps closer, trapping me to him.

"I take it back. You're perfect and I worship the ground at your feet."

I release hold of Jay's jacket to place my right hand in his, the cold metal of the keys pressed between our joined hands.

"I'm going to want a preview of the main events." I whisper against his lips.

"Oh, I can arrange a down payment." We're laughing as our lips meet and Jay pulls my body flush against his.

Our hands are still joined; Jay isn't releasing hold on the keys, fear that I'll take this away from him when he's just gotten it.

Jay's tongue pushes into my mouth as I slip my left hand from holding his jacket, to running along his shirt beneath his jacket. I wrap it around his back and hold tight as he shuffles us until my back hits the truck.

We pull away and his blue eyes meet mine and they're sparkling.

"It's time you drove, grasshopper." I pull my right hand from his, releasing the keys which are still sitting in his warm hand.

A smile is playing across my face as I take in his winning and triumphant smile.

"Oh, you're an angel. An angel." He tells me disbelief in his tone with an underside of sweetness.

"You gotta pay your dues at somepoint househusband." I giggle again at his happiness.

"You're my angel." He repeats softly his lips meeting mine again.

"I know." He pulls away from me to walk around the car and to the drivers seat.

We climb in and he closes his eyes in appreciation when the car starts up.

"Wait, so in trade it's getting steamy in the car right? No washing or cleaning?"

"Nice try babe. You are my househusband." Jay chuckles as he pulls away from the district.

"Completely worth it." He mumbles as he puts his foot down feeling the power of the truck cruise the streets of Chicago.

A/N: Leave a review with your thoughts please.

Hope there isn't too many mistakes and it's not too crap/ rushed.

:-)