Hey guys, thank you so much for your reviews, really appreciate it. so happy there are more and more people writing for upstead, we need all the fics we can get to survive this hiatus from hell so good on us for that. as i said before these two own me and i couldnt stop writing for them, so here's another chapter in the same universe as chap 1. this one takes place before chapter 1. A good two months before, and comes just after the s6 finale. Anyways without further ado. Thi is unbetaed , all mistakes are mine.
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Kelton's death is the proverbial opening of the Pandora's Box, bringing chaos with it.
The unit gets disbanded, to the satisfaction of the long list of enemies Voigt accumulated through time. The temporary penance for going against the established order. The sergeant and Jay are the only ones left from Intelligence. Burgess is transferred to Vice, Ruzek is released and heads to Robbery/Homicide, Atwater to Gangs.
And Hailey goes to Narcotics.
The news sends Jay into a silent panic. He puts two and two together and realizes Kate Brennan is behind all of it, pushing the moving pieces to build a new order from the void created by Kelton's untimely, and very much convenient death. So he decides to bypass the middle man and goes straight to Brennan to ask for his own transfer to Narcs. Brennan gives him a look that is a mix a pity and amusement before grinning and saying no. That's when Jay realizes Voigt knew and why he was the only one salvaged from the unit being ripped apart.
This unit will be yours one day. Do it the right way
Anger boils in his veins when he stops by Voigt's. He unleashes it on him, tired of being coddled, of being used as a pawn for power play, of being kept in the dark because he might not be able to handle it. So Voigt tells him everything. Antonio's fatal mistake, Adam's decision to be the new self-sacrificing Al, Internal Affairs involvement.
As he listens to Voigt, a thought lingers, gnaws at Jay's mind, when he puts all the pieces into place. He remembers the day he found out about Hailey and Adam. She must have known. She must have wanted to protect Adam from covering for Antonio. Of course. A voice inside reminds him that she doesn't owe him anything, that they are only partners, that it was not her place to tell him. Reluctant acceptance weighs heavy on his shoulders and a defeated smile tugs at his lips, as he finally sits in Voigt's living room, the fight drained out of him.
"So what's the play?" Jay quietly asks, trying to push away any thought of Hailey and Adam in the recess of his mind.
"We stay patient, this is a long game. We need to help Antonio get cleared. And get some new people in the Unit to help out before we get everyone back."
"Take Rixton," Jay says. "He might be the only recruit we'll be allowed to choose."
"How do you know that?"
Jay settles sharp eyes on Voigt, who stays silent. "Because if I were Brennan, that's what I would do."
Voigt nods, not only in acquiescence, but also to acknowledge Jay's silent words. Underestimate me again at your own risk.
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It's their last night as a unit, so they spend it at Molly's. Some of the CFD guys drop by their table to commiserate with them. The mood is sullen and Hailey feels like she's suffocating.
Going to Narcs was not what she envisioned for her future. Flashes of her previous undercover work fill her mind, leaving a sour taste in her mouth no amount of alcohol can cleanse. She glances at a silent Jay who meets her eyes and offers a faint, tired smile. This only feeds the dread quietly building inside her. Jay seems to bear the physical toll of all their emotions and, she presumes, some guilt for being the one spared. Hailey prays he doesn't spiral again. He's been better lately but not out of the woods yet. His eyes are still haunted by the ghosts of war, he hides it better but it's still there if one knows where to look. He sometimes lets himself drown in overwhelming silences she has to drag him out of. Hailey makes a note to check on him every day.
Antonio left Chicago. He confessed to the IA agent and had to hand in his badge. He relocated with his family to New Jersey. Kim took it the hardest, and Adam and Kevin consoled her for the better part of their evening at the bar. Even Voigt came to their last drink with Trudy, asking them to hang tough, telling them he was working on bringing everyone back soon. The only problem is no one knows when soon would be.
2 am is the rallying call for the former Intelligence unit to say their goodbye. Everyone hugs, offering promises to keep in touch, promises they hope won't be empty.
And as always, Jay and Hailey gravitate toward each other, willing prisoner of each other's orbit, as they stay behind, after everyone leaves, taking in the cool night air, settling into a moment that feels heavy with loss.
Hailey turns to Jay. His eyes meet hers, and it almost seems like he's closing into himself, body preparing for impact, shoulders hunched and hands shoved inside his jeans pockets.
It spurs her to reach out to him, her hand giving a gentle, reassuring squeeze to his forearm.
"It's not like we're not seeing each other again, Jay."
"I know," he concedes, and they stay locked in each other's presence, hoping to convey through their eyes all the things they'd rather be left unsaid.
Hailey takes another step closer, not letting go of his arm. "Promise me you will take care of yourself."
Jay's smile reaches his eyes this time. "Please be careful," he offers instead
Hailey rolls her eyes. "I always am. You, on the other hand…"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever."
They chuckle at his words, but remain rooted to the spot, as if time is standing still. Hailey is trapped between the urge to run away from Jay's piercing eyes, whose quiet warmth overwhelms her, and the need to hold him in her arms and hope for everything to be okay.
She does neither. "It doesn't mean our thing has to stop. I'll always be here if you need to talk."
This time it's Jay who steals close, making her heart wildly hammer in her ribcage. He stands a breath away from her. He opens his mouth but the words seem to be stuck inside his throat. He swallows then, lips pinched into a thin line, and reaches out, tucking some loose blond strands behind her ear. The soft brush of his thumb on her cheek makes her shiver.
His hand settles on her shoulder, and Jay gives it a light squeeze, gaze boring into her eyes.
"Likewise, please don't be a stranger."
A rueful smile is the only answer Hailey can muster, as she desperately tries to pacify her poor heart. She playfully hits his shoulder with her fist, clamping down on feelings they both have no use for, not now.
"Don't think you can get rid of me that easy, Halstead."
Jay barks out a laugh and nods. He offers a final squeeze of her shoulder that she echoes with one of her own on his arm and they let go. Silence and space stretch between them as they stare one more time at each other.
Hailey draws a breath and takes a step back. "Talk to you tomorrow?"
Jay gives her a mock salute and Hailey grins before tearing herself away from his pull, heading toward her car, fighting against the pit in her stomach that makes their goodbye feel like a farewell.
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"So, how's Hailey..." Rixton carefully tries to ask
"None of your damn business," Jay bites back.
Rixton grumbles under his breath, rolling his eyes, and takes a sip of some needed strong black coffee. They've been cooped up in Jay's truck for the major part of an hour, waiting for his CI. To say his new partner was on edge is the understatement of the century, Rixton's witnessed many of Jay's moods during his short first stint in Intelligence but he's never seen him this somber. Jay could be a hardass sometimes but he was mostly pretty easy going when Rixton met him, and, for all the heavy cases they faced, he never forgot to smile or crack some jokes, or open up his walls a bit, especially around Erin.
Not this new version of Jay. The Jay he finds after coming back is all sharp edges, cutting remarks, and heavy silences. Even Voigt has to sometimes tiptoe around him when he gets too sullen. This happens mostly when he receives news of his ex-partner, Hailey Upton, the new recruit from Narcs.
Rixton hears she is a pretty good cop and it seems Jay formed a strong bond with her before the whole Kelton deal and Intelligence being dismantled to be reformed under Kate Brennan's supervision. Voigt has kept his promise of bringing the team back together, so they all returned to their unit one by one. All but Upton, to Jay's visible dismay, and Rixton's taking the brunt of his subdued anger. On a daily basis.
She's been tapped to go undercover to catch one of Chicago's biggest drug supplier, the head of a Dominican drug ring that spans statewide. The mission is sensitive, so she's not allowed any external contact except from her supervising officer and the Narc team.
The appointment of another officer who's pretty much a Brennan plant in the team did not help alleviate the tension that still simmered in the Intelligence bullpen, to Rixton's growing annoyance. He's starting to regret saying yes to Voigt. But he likes the kid, as closed off as Jay has become, Rixton sees some part of himself in him. That's why he tries again.
"So I suppose you got some news from her undercover stint…"
Jay huffs a sharp breath, but Rixton takes it as a victory that he doesn't shut him down again. "They said she was fine."
"Well, there you go then"
He catches Jay's 'are you fucking kidding me right now' look and raises his eyebrows in question.
"Oh yeah, that's make me feel so much better," he snickers. "This is Narcs we're talking about. You could have your head cut off from your body and they'd still say you're fine. Fine means not in the grave yet."
Rixton shakes his head. "Look, man, from what I heard, she's a pretty great cop, I'm sure she can take care of herself –"
"What are you trying to do right now?"
"I'm trying to get your ass to chill a bit, dammit," Rixton snaps at last. "It's been almost two months since she's been undercover and all I got from you is attitude, one syllable answers and more fucking attitude. She's gonna be fine. Don't you even trust her abilities?"
This makes Jay deflate like a balloon. "Sorry, man, I'm just-"
"Scared for your partner, angry that everyone got back but her, I get it. But you gotta trust that she knows what she's doing. That's part of the job."
Rixton watches as Jay takes a calming breath, exhaling his frustration. Jay turns to him and nods. Rixton gives him a fist bump and continues seeping his coffee.
"Hey Kenny?"
Rixton turns to Jay who looks down at his hands.
"Thanks."
Rixton smirks and finishes his drink. "You got it, man. Now can you tell me why your CIs are always fucking divas? We've been here for hours."
This earns a chuckle from Jay and Rixton pats himself on the back for easing the tension in the car. He just hopes they get Hailey back as fast as possible. He can't take another month of partnering with this Jay.
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"Your boyfriend says hi by the way."
Hailey has to suppress the urge to roll her eyes at her supervisor. "For the last time, he's not my boyfriend."
"Oh yeah? Well, apparently he didn't get the memo."
They're nestled in a narrow street of the south side, Hailey reporting to her supervising Officer, Gina Ramirez. It's been almost two months and she's more than ready to shed the skin of her undercover persona. She misses being herself again, away from the leering stares of the drug dealers, and the constant paranoia infecting her brain, locking her muscles in preparation for fight or flight. She misses getting to unwind every night after a hard day. She misses Jay.
"Did you tell Halstead I was ok?"
"Yeah, but that doesn't prevent him from sniffing all around this case. The last thing we need is Voigt and Intelligence getting into this. I've worked too long on this for Voigt to swoop in and get all the glory"
Hailey sighs. She hates office politics. It only seems to have gotten worse since Brennan got exonerated and replaced Kelton as superintendent. "They won't, I don't think Brennan will let them."
"We'll see," Detective Ramirez grumbles, assessing the footage from Hailey's hidden camera. She seems satisfied and looks up, eyes alight with mischief. "Next time your Halstead guy contacts one of my team, we'll just tell him you got killed in action."
"Ha, ha, very funny, Gina," Hailey glares at the now smirking Detective.
"Yeah well, funny or not, we're getting close. So keep your head in the game. We can't afford to lose Castillo right now. He's been on everyone's radar, DEA, FBI, you name it. This is our last chance to catch the son of a bitch."
"I know," Hailey cuts, exasperated. She tries to shake off the apprehension taking hold of her every time she thinks of how close she must remain to the violent drug lord.
Ramirez seems to hesitate on her next words, studying her and Hailey gives a questioning look. "Anything you want me to tell the boyfriend?"
Hailey swallows, heart beating a touch faster. Her tongue is heavy with all she wants to say and makes it hard to speak.
"Tell him –", she starts before stopping herself.
Tell him to take care of himself.
Tell him he's not alone.
Tell him to stop worrying so much, tell him to try to get some sleep, tell him to talk to Will.
Tell him that, all that happened to him, none of it is his fault.
Hailey lets out a sigh, shaking her head to have a better hold of her jumbled thoughts. She meets Gina's eyes, trying her best to school her features into a nonchalant mask, but one look at her supervisor and she knows the wall she wants to hide behind is full of cracks.
"Tell him I'm okay. That I'm really okay."
Gina's smile has less bite than Hailey braced herself for. "Got it that bad, huh?"
Hailey rolls her eyes. "I'll see you in a week"
Gina nods, "Try not to get yourself killed by then."
Hailey replies with a wry smile, giving a mock salute and leaves, heading back to Chicago's seedy underworld.
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A murder they're investigating is tied to Hailey's case. One upper comer, Joshua Stanton, looking to set up a competitive supply network seemed to ruffle too many feathers and got dispatched by Castillo's cartel. Unfortunately for the drug lord, that upper comer was from a rich North Side's white suburbia family so Brennan requested all hands on deck. This is the opening Jay's been waiting to get into Hailey's case.
The homicide is their way in into the cartel and one of them has to go undercover. Adam is the usual go to guy but Jay asks to get the assignment instead. The bullpen fills with nervous silence when Jay volunteers and all eyes turn to Voigt. Jay knows the Sergeant's pissed from the cold stare aimed at him but he holds his gaze, unflinching.
Since that meeting at Voigt's home after Kelton's death, Jay's been more assertive in the way some cases should be run, not hesitating to speak against Voigt's orders and methods, with Rixton playing more often than not the role of referee between the sergeant and his former protégé. And, to his surprise, more often than not, Rixton sides with Jay. However, Jay's pretty sure no one will back him up on this, he's well aware what they are all thinking so loud right now that no word needs to be uttered. He's going to fuck it up the second he sees Hailey.
"This is a sensitive operation," Voigt says and Jay suppresses a sneer at how transparent they all are. "Narcs are pissed enough that we got a piece of this, I don't need emotions to mess this up."
Jay snickers, swallowing a snide reply, bristling at the patronizing words. "I hear you, but with all due respect Sarge, I don't need to be told how to do my job. As for emotions, even though these last few weeks I've been a-," and he turns to Rixton, "what did you call me again the other day?"
"A shitty ass ball of rage," Kenny quips
"A shitty ass ball of rage," Jay repeats to Voigt, earning chuckles from the rest of the team and making the Sergeant smirk, "I still did my job and our clearance rate is even better than before Kelton was around. So you need a better reason to stop me from going."
The tension is almost tangible in the room, detectives and officers seemingly holding their breath as they witness the tug of war between the two.
A few loaded seconds pass, and Voigt heaves a conceding sigh. "Fine. But you better not fuck this up for us."
"I won't," Jay retorts, smug.
"Oh I know," Voigt counters back, seemingly piqued at Jay's words. "Because if you do, Hailey is gonna get hurt. And you'll have no one else to blame but you."
If looks could kill, Jay's glare would have cut through Voigt right there and then.
Rixton sighs, wondering if there's still a possibility to change units.
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Her heart stops when she spots him and it takes every ounce of experienced control not to slip up in her role. Hailey curses internally, she hasn't been able to contact Gina the past week, but her supervisor should have at least found a way to let her know he would be coming. To at least prepare her heart from what seeing him again, after so long, would do to her.
Hailey inhales a sharp breath as Castillo voice cuts through the music of the nightclub, beckoning her to come meet Jay, who seems to pose as a new potential buyer. She plasters a fake haughty smile on her lips and settles her eyes into an impassive look, before striding toward the secluded part of the club, where business is concluded.
She feels his stare burn a path on the skin exposed by her short, backless dress, and her stomach is abuzz with butterflies. His eyes stop at her hair, and Hailey almost smirks at his barely concealed surprise. She had to cut it above the shoulders and color the edges fiery red to blend in better and be noticeable enough to catch the eye of her target. Well, more his target's daughter's.
Hailey avoids his gaze, meeting Castillo's sharp assessing stare instead. The second she would lock eyes with Jay, both their covers will be blown. She offers a bored look, as if piqued.
"This better be good," Hailey snarls.
Castillo, smiles snakelike and Hailey suppresses a disgusted shiver. "Why? Got better things to do?"
"Yes," she quips. "A pretty brunette ready to eat in my hand, and me later."
Castillo and his Pretorian guard erupt in laughter, before he turns to a seemingly amused Jay. "Can you believe that a woman as gorgeous as her is gay? Imagine how disappointed my guys were when they learned she didn't swing their way."
"I think I can take a guess," Jay snickers, glancing at her before his eyes dart back to their mark. "Didn't know you were hiring pretty girls as partners."
Hailey huffs an annoyed breath, taking a seat at the edge of the room, near the door, across from Jay.
Castillo chuckles, nodding. "I only hired this one because she has brains to go with that pretty face. And she saved my daughter's life. So that's always a plus."
"Lucky you then," Jay picks up his drink and meets her eyes over the rim of his glass. A shiver traces her spine and makes her cross her legs shut. Hailey averts his stare, leaning more comfortably in the club chair instead. She plays with her hair and raises a questioning unimpressed brow toward Castillo.
The drug lord relents, sobering up. "Ugh fine. I just wanted you to meet our new friend. An ex client of our dear Joshua."
It clicks then. Of course, Joshua was killed by one of Castillo's men as he was starting to creep into his territory. His murder must have been investigated by Intelligence. No wonder Gina was saying they were sniffing around their case, the big fish that is Castillo got even bigger if you could tie him to the murder of rich white wannabee drug dealing brat.
"And a potential one for us?" Hailey prods, finally settling her stare on Jay.
It's been awhile since she's seen him in a suit and she is reminded how good he looks. The one he's wearing is a sharp, tailor made, all black attire, hugging his broad shoulders, accentuating his lean yet sturdy frame and eliciting more than a couple of interested female glances his way. She has to rule her body under control when he holds her gaze, his eyes darkening with something that feels like barely repressed hunger.
Jay seems to take pity on her when he nods, glancing then toward Castillo. "That's the plan yes. My clientele is pretty demanding in terms of quality and Josh had a good product. Now I got a bunch of hooked up rich kids blowing up my phone so they can get their fix. And since I'm not in the babysitting business, I need some good shit. Fast."
Castillo turns to Hailey, eyes dancing with greed. "What do you think?"
Hailey narrows her eyes, as if suspicious. "Depends, we run a tight ship and Joshua was known for being sloppy and having even sloppier buyers."
"True. And with his murder the last thing we need is the cops sniffing around here," Castillo echoes, sending a sceptic look toward Jay.
Hailey watches as Jay smirks, turning the charm to 100. "Wow, so you're telling me a bunch of Chicago cops are enough to scare you out of a deal?"
This makes Castillo stiffen, the atmosphere shifts and his men straighten, ready to pounce on Jay. Hailey could kill him on the spot, with his knack of playing with fire. Jay however seems to play it cool, a feral grin twisting his lips, as he leans forward, sending a challenging, almost patronizing glare toward Castillo.
The silence grows taut in the room, almost as deafening as the techno music pounding the walls.
At long last, Castillo bursts out laughing. "Our friend here makes a point," he lets out after a few chuckles, the tight coil in Hailey's stomach loosens a bit and she snickers, shaking her head.
"Ok then," she says, trying to steer the conversation back to a potential buy, and hopefully the final trap needed to nail Castillo. "How much are we talking about? Cause it better be one hell of a deal."
Jay offers Hailey a genuine smile whose warmth she feels inside her bones. "Only the best deal for such a pretty face."
Castillo turns to Hailey as Jay continues staring at her. "Looks like you hooked another one into your net."
Hailey smirks, holding Jay's gaze. "It was almost too easy."
The deal is set.
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They get Castillo, not without efforts. But they get him, despite the deal being blown off by one of his suspicious right hand men who realizes that it is a trap, although too late. Both Narcs and Intelligence rain fire on Castillo and his team.
The shootout is a long one, Jay's heart pounds in his ears as he seeks Hailey's position, eyes scanning his surrounding to catch a flash of short blond and fiery red hair. He's busy returning fire when he misses one shooter sneak behind him, he hears the man cocking his rifle and his heart stops, veins turning cold before the loud shrill of a gunshot rings in his ears.
He turns to find the man at his feet, blood pooling underneath the body. Jay looks up and sees Hailey standing a couple of feet from them, eyes fierce and deadly, blue tendrils fleeting away from the gun she's holding.
The world stops, as if holding its breath. Jay stays frozen, heart growing three sizes, filling to the brim with an overwhelming mix of relief, need, happiness, that it threatens to burst inside him. Hailey stays rooted to the spot, meeting his eyes, her blue pupils painting an echo to what he feels and she slowly grins at him.
The seconds tick and everything restarts again, sound filling the muffled bubble they were shrouded in. Jay's about to run and hug the life out of Hailey but he's stopped by the loud steps coming from his right. He turns, quick and sharp, gun at the ready when he sees Kim flash past him and almost tackle Hailey in a tight hug. Both women cling to each other, Hailey chuckling as Kim bursts in tears and Jay's lips curl into a wide grateful smile.
It isn't long before the rest of the Intelligence unit joins them, crowding Hailey, embracing her and it tells him that each in their own way felt her absence almost as much as he did. It all goes too fast however as Narcs butt in the reunion, Gina and Voigt entering a heated discussion on who gets to gloat about getting Castillo.
This sobers everyone up and Jay sidles toward Hailey, unable to rid himself of the smile that erupted on his face, his cheeks almost aching, but it is a good ache. He bumps his shoulder against hers, and she responds with a playful fist against his arm. He lifts his hand and brushes his fingers against the short red edges of her hair, Hailey's eyes never leaving his.
"I like it," he says, before curling his lips into a mischievous smirk. "So do we call you Swiftie now?" he adds wiggling his eyebrows.
This earns him a punch to his bulletproof vest followed by the trademark Hailey eye roll and he laughs, still awestruck to be in her presence, grateful to have her here, with him. Her hand stays on his vest, her stare turning warm and relieved. He takes her hand in his own, giving it a reassuring squeeze, letting her know that they're back.
The muted smile she offers is the air he needed to start breathing again.
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Getting her back to intelligence is a battle. Hailey would have been flattered that her work was so much appreciated by Narcs, if she didn't absolutely want to get back to her unit, her people. So she guards her heart against any hope, trying to put things in perspective. Ramirez is ready to go to war with Voigt if it means keeping her. Jay is ready to go to war with them both, hell the whole upper echelon if needs be.
He tells her as much when they share a drink late at night after the celebratory dinner they have with Will at Jay's place.
"You're not going back," Jay states, firm, after Will innocently asks about Hailey's future plans. His brother seems to sense his shift in mood and excuses himself to go get the dessert, sharing a raised eyebrow with Hailey who imperceptibly shakes her head.
"That's not really up to either of us. It depends on Brennan," Hailey tries to reason, but she cannot explain away how important it is to her that Jay is willing to fight for her.
"I don't care, you're not going back," Jay repeats, eyes locking with hers, his fingers lightly tapping the table, a breath away from hers, as if debating whether to touch.
Hailey takes his hand in his, offering a soft smile, hoping to convey how grateful she is to have him be there for her. Jay brushes his thumb against her knuckles, as if reading her mind. She missed this, she missed that silent connection that grounded her.
The barely buried feelings that he always seems to wheedle out of her threaten to come back to the surface and it scares her. Hailey lets go of his hand just as Will's steps get closer, making Jay frown before retreating behind a cool façade and a dimmed smile. If the surgeon saw anything he doesn't make any mention of it.
They finish their dinner laughing at Will's Med stories.
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Voigt ends up winning the battle with Narcs. Jay is pretty sure he had to make another deal with Brennan, the Superintendent getting even more ammunitions to keep the whole unit under her thumb. It's a sacrifice he's willing to take, but he still thanks Voigt personally, promising to be less of the brat he's been the past months. Voigt only chuckles, reminding him he's not the only one Hailey is important to.
"She's family now," the Sergeant says and Jay nods. Something in Voigt's eyes makes him narrow his eyes however.
"What?"
"Nothing, just to let you know that even though Hailey's back, you're still gonna be riding with Rixton"
"The fuck?" Jay huffs an annoyed breath " Why?"
"Cause I'm the boss, that's why."
Jay throws his hands in frustration, ready to argue but Voigt cuts him short, amusement fading from his features.
"Look Jay, emotions have been running high since that shit that happened with Kelton. And I'm not just talking about you. All of us had to go through it. We need to stabilize the unit, and with the plant Brennan has put in the office, I don't want to give her any more opportunity to have the jump on us. Brennan is good, she played me like a fiddle during that whole Kelton deal. And her M.O is pretty simple. Find the weakness and pounce on it. Don't show them how much of a weakness Hailey is to you."
His words stun Jay into silence, as he reads between the lines, deciphering what Voigt wants to say. He lets out a breath and nods. "Thank you Sarge."
"You got it. Like I said before, my job is to protect you."
"As long as you let us do the same for you," Jay counters, raising a pointed eyebrow.
Voigt answers with a smirk. "I learned my lesson from what happened with Antonio."
"Good." Jay says and leaves the Sergeant's office.
He bumps into Rixton in the breakroom, letting him now that he's still partnering with him, per Voigt's order.
Rixton chortles, and Jay rolls his eyes. Rixton laughs harder before he takes a breath, "So sorry for coming in between your star crossed love, man."
"Shut up Rixton."
The older detective snorts, reveling in Jay's annoyance as he follows him to his truck so they go catch more bad guys.
His barely restrained laugh ends up making Jay chuckle. This must be payback for him being an asshole for the two months. But Jay doesn't mind.
Hailey's back. And he's breathing again.
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Hope you like. And look I love Rixton so the only way the show and its sometimes dumb writers can make up for messing up Antonio's character is to give me Rixton back.
Anyways, thanks for reading. Next update might take a bit more time because it will be an emotionally and action heavy one so let's say two weeks. Cheers.
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