They Don't Know

Chapter 1

Hank Voight pounded on the apartment door with such a force that it echoed down the hallway so everyone who lived on the floor could hear it.

A few seconds later, the door opened, and he pushed his way inside, kicking the door closed with his foot while he grabbed the woman around her waist and backed her up against the nearest wall. He kissed her with the same force and intensity that he had used on the door. He was so wrapped up in his anger that he didn't seem to notice that she was not kissing him back.

He reached for the back of her shirt, and started to pull it over her head. He expected her to help, but she didn't. After a few seconds, he gave up and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.

"Hank, NO!" she yelled as she pushed him away, trying to get his attention. She hated when he was like this because getting through to him was like trying to slam through a brick wall. "STOP!"

Voight felt himself being pushed backwards, and it seemed to startle him. He shook his head as it to clear it. He looked at the woman standing in front of him. "Jess," he said, confused. "What the hell happened?"

"You tell me, Hank. You came in here all hellbent for leather, tried some really rough foreplay, and I pushed you away. What the hell is going on?"

He took a step toward her. This wasn't right. He would never hurt Jess. She was the only good thing in his life. He had met her when she was waiting tables at a diner while working her way through Loyola Law and he was still a beat cop. She had always been his confidante and advisor, and she did it without judging all of the bad things he had done. She was the only one outside of the department brass that knew of his current assignment.

"You got coffee made?" he asked.

"Always."

He followed her to the kitchen and sat down at the table. She poured him a cup of coffee and set it in front of him along with a heated up pecan cinnamon roll. She poured coffee for herself and sat down opposite him.

Voight took a sip of the coffee and a bite of the roll. "I'm getting shit from the brass."

"Hank, you always get shit from the brass. What's up now?"

"Cailin Callahan got booted from VC. She's a good cop. I want to offer her a job in IU. I think she'll do good with us."

"Ok, so what's the issue? You've always been able to hand pick your team."

"Belden's being a prick. He doesn't want her, but he doesn't want me to have her either. And IA is breathing down my back again."

Jess sipped her coffee. "Have you reported back to the Chief about IA?"

"Not yet. Nothing to report."

"And the team?"

"They don't know. If I have my way, they won't know till it's all over. It's just best if everyone thinks I'm the dirty cop that is being investigated by IA."

Jess screwed up her face and did a perfect imitation of Marlon Brando. "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."

Hank smiled. Jess always had a way of making him feel better. "Stick with me, Kid, you'll go places."

She smiled. Life with Hank was never boring. "You okay now?" she asked.

"Always okay when you're around," he assured her. He held out his hand. "Come here, Jess."

She slid out of her chair and walked over to him. He stood up and gave her another kiss. Unlike the one of earlier, this one was softer and gentler, but still urgent. Jess felt dizzy. One thing about Hank was for as gruff as he was on the outside; he was one hell of a kisser.

"Oh, God, Hank," she groaned as she leaned against him.

Voight caressed her back. "Why do you put up with me Jess?"

She pulled back and looked at him. She debated telling him. She couldn't say it. She couldn't tell him the truth. "Someone has to," she joked.

Voight smiled and kissed her cheek. "I know I'm a pain in the ass sometimes."

"So am I," she admitted. Especially at the end of a semester."

"Yeah, but you're so cute doing grades in your jammies with your hair all pulled up."

He would never admit it to her, but when she roamed around the apartment in her pajamas with her hair pulled up, pens and pencils behind her ears, in her ponytail, and in her mouth, she looked sexy as hell."

She sighed. "Hank-"

"Not to mention that end of the semester sex is the best sex I've ever had." He grinned when he noticed her blushing.

"Hank-"

He lifted her chin and kissed her again. "Love you, Jess."