I do not own Chicago PD or any of the characters.

Not sure whether to make this a one shot or multiple chapters... this is my first fanfic. Please be nice-ish, but criticism is welcome.

She was hoping he hadn't left. She didn't realize how much until she was holding her breath as she pushed the door open. The door opens to her living room and she sees him sitting on the couch beer in one hand, remote in the other, as a hockey games plays on the screen. She smiles, coming home to him feels right.

He looks up giving her the classic "Halstead smirk", "Chinese food is on the way."

She gives him one of her own smirks, "Is that so?"

The glint in his eye is nothing but mischievous, "Oh, very so. I was going to leave, but I know how you are after you drive," he lowers his voice and grimaces, "not pretty."

Lindsay rolls her eyes and grabs a couple of beers from the fridge, "And you wonder why you never drive." She plops down on the couch next to him, handing him the second beer, "Who's playing?"

"Blackhawks and Penguins."

They fall into a comfortable silence as they watch the hockey game.

Halstead is the one to break it, "Voight really doesn't like me much does he?"

Lindsay laughs ruefully, "Not according to him. He's more worried that I'm going to break your heart. He doesn't want you putting the job second after throwing rocks at my window when I break you apparently." She takes an angry pull on her beer. It looks like she wants to say something else, but she's interrupted by a knocking on the door. "That must be the food."

She goes to grab her wallet, but Halstead is quicker. He whips a couple of bills out of his pocket and puts them into Lindsay's hand, "I order, I pay. No arguments."

Lindsay rolls her eyes, "Whatever you say."

He laughs, "That's right."

She shakes her head and goes to the door, greeting the delivery guy. She comes back holding way too much food for the two of them, "Are we having a party tonight? Are a couple hundred people about the break down my door?"

It looks like Halstead blushed a little bit, but Lindsay couldn't be sure, "I wasn't sure what you'd be in the mood for, so I just ordered all of your favorites."

Lindsay was left speechless for a few moments, she really wasn't used to people doing things for her, it had always been her against the world. Voight was the first person she ever let help her or care for her. Without her really noticing, Halstead had become the second person. She looks at him, he looks so uncertain, she sets the food on the coffee table and sits next to him, wrapping her arm around him in a side hug and whispers, "Thank you."

Halstead visibly relaxes, "It's my pleasure."

Chicago PD

Lindsay was shocked at how much of the food they had actually eaten, she groans as she holds her stomach, "Why did you let me eat that last dumpling. That was such a bad idea."

Halstead laughs, "What do you mean let you? If I had tried to stop you I would have lost a hand."

Lindsay feigns outrage, "Oh please!"

A car backfires out on the street, the loud noise resembling gunfire, causing Lindsay to flinch at the sound. Her mind flashes back to the incidents from the past couple of months; Jules, Diego, the artist, the girls from today. It all comes flooding back and Lindsay can feel her hands shaking again, but she can't stop it. They won't stop; it's as if she has lost all control. She doesn't like feeling out of control, making her hands shake even more.

Halstead notices immediately, pulling Lindsay to him and hugging her tight, "Hey, hey Lindsay, Erin. It's all going to be alright. Shhhh. You're safe."

And Lindsay realized, in that moment, she was safe.

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