Title: That's my Boy
Summary: Don't want to give too much away but basically another one of John's past explorations. I decided to make the other main character a good guy only because I've been reading "Jumping the Gun" and felt sympathy. Of course this will be angsty and I'm not sure if this will be an SJR but everyone is in this including Coop and Nathan. This also has a lot of John and Bailey stuff too. So please enjoy...
"John!" cried Bailey as he struggled to get to him in time.
Bailey looked over the edge of the apartment roof to see John hanging on to the nearby pole for dear life. A murder suspect was hanging on to John's waist. Bailey grabbed John's wrists.
"Hey hold on there" said Bailey.
"Yeah I wasn't planning on letting go" said John angrily. He closed his eyes tightly. His waist hurt, his hands hurt and the suspect was holding on to dear life.
"Please don't let go!" cried the male in his mid thirties.
"Coop is going to the nearest apartment to you and grab Jacobs" explained Bailey. He saw John's fingers were slipping. Beads of sweat were apparent on both the agents' foreheads.
The apartment window just below Jacobs knees opened and appeared Coop.
"All right Jacob just step onto the ledge" said Coop calmly.
Just below on the safe group Nathan, and Sam were watching nervously.
"Damn it I need to be up there helping Bailey" said Nathan.
Bailey had told them all to stay below so to not scare Jacobs or they would both fall.
"Coop has him now" said Sam as Coop got Jacobs halfway in. "We have to be patient"
Apartment roof
Just as the weight of Jacobs was taken off one of John's hands slipped.
"John give me your hand" said Bailey.
John was breathing heavily feeling dizzy from the height.
"Don't look down" said Bailey calmly. "Come on your hand"
John reached up having lost the feeling in the arm clinging to the pole. Bailey reached further and clasped John's hand in his own. He pulled his boy up and over the ledge. They both fell to the ground breathing heavily. Bailey pulled John into a hug.
"Glad you're okay" said Bailey.
"Peachy keen" muttered John.
Bailey pulled away. "You hurt anywhere else?"
John shook his head. "Can we just sit here for a little bit?"
Bailey nodded. "We're going to take you to the hospital"
"What?!" cried John. "No hospital, no doctors"
"Well you're getting checked out by the paramedics" said Bailey sternly. "No arguments"
"Bailey, Bailey are you two okay?" asked Sam over the walkie talkie.
Bailey pulled out his walkie talkie from beside him.
"We're fine Sam" said Bailey receiving a small smile from John. "We'll be down soon"
"Do you need help?"
"Nathan" said John.
"Send Nate up I'm sure he's not being patient down there anyway" said Bailey.
10 minutes later
Bailey and Nathan led a shaking John to the ambulance to be checked. Coop walked over.
"Well Jacobs is in cuffs being led to the Chicago P.D" announced Coop. Sam hugged him.
"I'm glad this is over" said Sam.
"You all can head back to the motel" said Bailey. "We're leaving tomorrow morning"
"John are you okay?" asked Sam.
John nodded. Sam and Coop walked off. Bailey looked at John worriedly. His hands were shaking uncontrollably.
"Bailey I'm okay" said John nodding.
Bailey patted John's back and nodded.
Next Morning
"Where's John?" asked Bailey. The group was at a diner eating breakfast.
Coop shrugged.
"He ate really early and should be at the motel packing" answered Sam.
"Okay thanks" said Bailey.
"No problem" said Sam going back to her paper.
Bailey walked to the motel alongside the restaurant. He spotted John coming out with his suitcase.
"Morning Bailey" said John.
"Morning" said Bailey waiting for John to catch up with him. Sam, Coop, and Nathan came out of the diner. The cab was waiting for them.
Sam glanced at John for a moment before Coop pulled her in the cab.
Next Day
John was sitting at his desk staring at his tear away calendar. August 11th only three days away. He saw Bailey approaching his desk.
"I'll have that report on your desk in an hour" said John opening a folder.
"Yeah I need that as soon as possible" said Bailey pulling up a chair.
John raised an eyebrow as he stopped writing. He put down his pen.
"You're due in for a haircut" commented Bailey.
"I'm sure you didn't pull up a chair to discuss my hair" said John as he picked up his pen and continued writing.
"No I didn't but maybe I can take you to get one for your birthday" said Bailey.
"No thanks Bailey" said John not looking up.
"Is that what's been bothering you?" asked Bailey. "You seem unfocused. Especially what happened two days ago"
"I'm fine nothing is wrong" said John. He saw Coop kissing Sam in her doorway.
"Do they always have to do that?" said John angrily gesturing. "I'd like to walk around the damn office without catching one of their PDA's"
Bailey watched John with growing concern.
"Let's catch a drink after work" said Bailey.
"No thanks Bailey" said John.
"That wasn't a request John" said Bailey getting up and walking towards Sam and Coop.
That night
John took his shot and pocketed a red solid.
"Your turn" he told Bailey. John put the cigar back in his mouth and sat on one of the stools.
"So wanna tell me what's up?" he asked John.
"Not really" said John nonchalantly.
"Oh" said Bailey.
"Don't turn into Sam" said John. "Please" Bailey chuckled. "I don't think that will happen. Now I know your problem is not a what, but a who"
Bailey gave him a look.
"It's not Sam trust me it's not Sam" said John.
"Then is it me, boy?" asked a man in a heavy irish accent.
John turned around quickly.
"Aren't ye going to give your old man a hug, lad?" asked Patrick O' Doyle.
A/N: Ok it's all revised. I'm satisfied with this chapter. Next chapter should be longer and well should be up tomorrow night...
Summary: Don't want to give too much away but basically another one of John's past explorations. I decided to make the other main character a good guy only because I've been reading "Jumping the Gun" and felt sympathy. Of course this will be angsty and I'm not sure if this will be an SJR but everyone is in this including Coop and Nathan. This also has a lot of John and Bailey stuff too. So please enjoy...
"John!" cried Bailey as he struggled to get to him in time.
Bailey looked over the edge of the apartment roof to see John hanging on to the nearby pole for dear life. A murder suspect was hanging on to John's waist. Bailey grabbed John's wrists.
"Hey hold on there" said Bailey.
"Yeah I wasn't planning on letting go" said John angrily. He closed his eyes tightly. His waist hurt, his hands hurt and the suspect was holding on to dear life.
"Please don't let go!" cried the male in his mid thirties.
"Coop is going to the nearest apartment to you and grab Jacobs" explained Bailey. He saw John's fingers were slipping. Beads of sweat were apparent on both the agents' foreheads.
The apartment window just below Jacobs knees opened and appeared Coop.
"All right Jacob just step onto the ledge" said Coop calmly.
Just below on the safe group Nathan, and Sam were watching nervously.
"Damn it I need to be up there helping Bailey" said Nathan.
Bailey had told them all to stay below so to not scare Jacobs or they would both fall.
"Coop has him now" said Sam as Coop got Jacobs halfway in. "We have to be patient"
Apartment roof
Just as the weight of Jacobs was taken off one of John's hands slipped.
"John give me your hand" said Bailey.
John was breathing heavily feeling dizzy from the height.
"Don't look down" said Bailey calmly. "Come on your hand"
John reached up having lost the feeling in the arm clinging to the pole. Bailey reached further and clasped John's hand in his own. He pulled his boy up and over the ledge. They both fell to the ground breathing heavily. Bailey pulled John into a hug.
"Glad you're okay" said Bailey.
"Peachy keen" muttered John.
Bailey pulled away. "You hurt anywhere else?"
John shook his head. "Can we just sit here for a little bit?"
Bailey nodded. "We're going to take you to the hospital"
"What?!" cried John. "No hospital, no doctors"
"Well you're getting checked out by the paramedics" said Bailey sternly. "No arguments"
"Bailey, Bailey are you two okay?" asked Sam over the walkie talkie.
Bailey pulled out his walkie talkie from beside him.
"We're fine Sam" said Bailey receiving a small smile from John. "We'll be down soon"
"Do you need help?"
"Nathan" said John.
"Send Nate up I'm sure he's not being patient down there anyway" said Bailey.
10 minutes later
Bailey and Nathan led a shaking John to the ambulance to be checked. Coop walked over.
"Well Jacobs is in cuffs being led to the Chicago P.D" announced Coop. Sam hugged him.
"I'm glad this is over" said Sam.
"You all can head back to the motel" said Bailey. "We're leaving tomorrow morning"
"John are you okay?" asked Sam.
John nodded. Sam and Coop walked off. Bailey looked at John worriedly. His hands were shaking uncontrollably.
"Bailey I'm okay" said John nodding.
Bailey patted John's back and nodded.
Next Morning
"Where's John?" asked Bailey. The group was at a diner eating breakfast.
Coop shrugged.
"He ate really early and should be at the motel packing" answered Sam.
"Okay thanks" said Bailey.
"No problem" said Sam going back to her paper.
Bailey walked to the motel alongside the restaurant. He spotted John coming out with his suitcase.
"Morning Bailey" said John.
"Morning" said Bailey waiting for John to catch up with him. Sam, Coop, and Nathan came out of the diner. The cab was waiting for them.
Sam glanced at John for a moment before Coop pulled her in the cab.
Next Day
John was sitting at his desk staring at his tear away calendar. August 11th only three days away. He saw Bailey approaching his desk.
"I'll have that report on your desk in an hour" said John opening a folder.
"Yeah I need that as soon as possible" said Bailey pulling up a chair.
John raised an eyebrow as he stopped writing. He put down his pen.
"You're due in for a haircut" commented Bailey.
"I'm sure you didn't pull up a chair to discuss my hair" said John as he picked up his pen and continued writing.
"No I didn't but maybe I can take you to get one for your birthday" said Bailey.
"No thanks Bailey" said John not looking up.
"Is that what's been bothering you?" asked Bailey. "You seem unfocused. Especially what happened two days ago"
"I'm fine nothing is wrong" said John. He saw Coop kissing Sam in her doorway.
"Do they always have to do that?" said John angrily gesturing. "I'd like to walk around the damn office without catching one of their PDA's"
Bailey watched John with growing concern.
"Let's catch a drink after work" said Bailey.
"No thanks Bailey" said John.
"That wasn't a request John" said Bailey getting up and walking towards Sam and Coop.
That night
John took his shot and pocketed a red solid.
"Your turn" he told Bailey. John put the cigar back in his mouth and sat on one of the stools.
"So wanna tell me what's up?" he asked John.
"Not really" said John nonchalantly.
"Oh" said Bailey.
"Don't turn into Sam" said John. "Please" Bailey chuckled. "I don't think that will happen. Now I know your problem is not a what, but a who"
Bailey gave him a look.
"It's not Sam trust me it's not Sam" said John.
"Then is it me, boy?" asked a man in a heavy irish accent.
John turned around quickly.
"Aren't ye going to give your old man a hug, lad?" asked Patrick O' Doyle.
A/N: Ok it's all revised. I'm satisfied with this chapter. Next chapter should be longer and well should be up tomorrow night...