Hi friends! This is an 8x11 speculation fic as requested. All the talk of that amazing promo and the concerns of a possible Upstead breakup took me down a seriously deep rabbit hole of feelings and angsty goodness that became this one shot. Title is lyrics from the song "Mine" by Taylor Swift. Enjoy lovelies!
TW / mentions of domestic violence
Twelve hours ago Hailey's morning had started out so wonderfully. She had been half asleep, anticipating the sounding of her alarm to wake her for the day, but instead she was woken up with Jay's lips ghosting over her skin. It was dreamlike, a glimpse of what heaven could be. She had smiled uncontrollably, wiggled against him, and when she rolled in his arms to face him she was greeted with a grin and his sleepy voice saying good morning.
"A very good morning indeed. Not a bad way to get woken up. Who'd have thought that elite Detective Jay Halstead would be such a sap? And a cuddler too."
He had rolled his eyes at her, but there was a playful smirk on his face and he just pulled her closer against him. His arms wound under and around her and his hands pressed against her back. The feel of his fingers had sent goosebumps shooting out all across her skin.
"I think you love it," he told her as he casted quick glances between her lips and her eyes.
"I do love it," she said while moving her hand up his chest and around his neck to the back of his head.
He hummed out a response and leaned his head down closer so that little space was left between them.
"I love you," he confessed.
He hadn't given her a chance to respond and instead pressed his lips against hers for several moments, swallowing the moan that escaped her and not waiting or expecting her to say the words back.
The moment he said them and his lips were on hers, Hailey felt like she was floating. She knew she loved him, she had for a while, and a part of her knew he loved her too, but hearing the words as they fell from his lips was something she didn't think she'd ever forget. It put an ache in her chest that was so good she wished she could bottle it up and keep it for forever.
The moment was cut short when they'd been interrupted yet again by a ringing phone and before she could say the words back that she so desperately wanted to say to him, they had to get dressed and head into the district. What Hailey hadn't anticipated was the case they're pulled into wrecking her beyond comprehension.
What was supposed to be a simple wellness check quickly turned into a search for a missing family and an ugly domestic violence case that Intelligence took the lead on. And in the process of connecting the dots and weeding through the lies of an abuser, Hailey was forced to remember her past and the monster her own father had been while she was growing up. The monster he could still be.
By the time the case is over and the last of the files have been closed, Hailey is completely deteriorated from the workday. She just wants to crawl into bed and try to forget, but when she enters her apartment she quickly spots a hoodie hanging over the back of her couch that doesn't belong to her. Suddenly her heart aches again as she thinks about her partner.
Jay had been an anchor for her throughout the day just as he'd always been since they became partners. He kept her grounded without being overbearing, letting her know he was there for her and by her side. But as the day went on Hailey reflects on the abuse she doesn't think she'll ever really fully move on from.
Weekends that were supposed to be spent having fun with her brothers and being normal kids were instead spent running to the nearest sibling's bedroom and locking the door when her father had drunk one too many beers.
His voice was always so loud when he was yelling that Hailey could swear the whole house would shake. He'd start downstairs, shouting at her mother, knocking his fists into her first, and when she'd sink to the floor or pass out he'd go in search of Hailey or one of her brothers.
There are moments she can remember so vividly hiding in so many places to avoid her father's hands or whatever belt or cord he had been able to find. The back of a closet, the bathtub, under the dining room table, the shed out back when it wasn't too cold. She'd spent so much of her childhood hiding and fearing her father, watching the relationship between him and her mother zig zag and spiral, that most days Hailey's not sure how she turned out to be even remotely sane or normal by any means. She remembers how he'd always apologize to them all, tell them he loved them. Like loving someone and beating the crap out of them were synonymous and one in the same.
She tries so hard to not compare her life with her father to her relationship with Jay, but she can't help it. She knows deep down that her partner would never think of hurting her the way her father has, but after the day she's had and the too much time she's had to think, she's also unsure if she can love him back the way he deserves. She wonders if maybe it was a sign from the universe when they were interrupted earlier in the morning before she could say the words back to him that he so easily could say to her.
Maybe she wasn't supposed to say them.
Maybe she wasn't supposed to love him.
There's a knock that breaks Hailey out of her thoughts and she makes her way to the door. She glances through the peephole and sighs.
Of course it's him. Who else would it be?
She considers not opening it, but then thinks of what she has to do and the conversation that needs to be had so she opens the door and forces out a smile as she looks up at her partner.
"Hey," Hailey nearly whispers.
"Hi," he says back with a half-smile.
She lets him enter the apartment and closes the door behind him. She makes her way towards the kitchen, leans back against the island, and then nods to the couch.
"You left your hoodie here," she tells him.
He glances to the couch and looks back at her, gives a short nod. "I didn't come here for my hoodie. I wanted to see you, make sure you're okay."
"I'm...dealing," she says slowly, as if trying to find the right words to say.
He waits for her to start and steer the conversation, but when she doesn't he takes a small step towards her.
"Do you want me to leave?" He asks even though it's the last thing he wants to do.
She shakes her head, but it doesn't give him the relief it should. Not when she's looking at him the way she is, as if she's about to give him the worst news of his life.
"We should talk. I'm sure you have questions," she says as she crosses her arms over her chest.
"Maybe, but you know you don't need to tell me anything you're not comfortable with, Hailey. I'm not gonna push you," he tells her.
She does know, but she also knows she has to do this while she still has some nerve left.
"I need to tell you this. I need you to understand."
He nods and gestures to the couch. "You wanna sit?"
She shakes her head and he shuffles his weight to his other foot as he stuffs his hands into his coat pockets. He can tell she needs a moment. He's always been able to read her, give her exactly what she needs without saying a word, so he waits until she takes a deep breath and then she speaks.
"I don't think I ever really learned relationships," she starts, but her eyes don't meet his as if she's somewhere else entirely and not standing there in the same room with him.
"My parents didn't exactly give me and my brothers the greatest example of what one should look like. My dad - he used us all like his own personal punching bags. And my mom, she took it. She just took it every single time and I never really understood it when I was little. Five year old me couldn't understand why daddy was hurting mommy. It got to a point where it was just normal, expected. And as I got older, I still didn't ever fully understand it. I think maybe it just happened so much that it was burned into my mom's brain that, that's what love is. That it's okay if someone hurts you as long as they say they love you and they're sorry after.
"I've had boyfriends and I've loved them, or tried to anyway, but relationships haven't ever been easy for me. It's like a what-if game constantly playing in my head, like a voice in the back of my mind that I can't ever silence completely. And it gets loud. It gets so loud sometimes. The second-guessing and the wondering if there's an ulterior motive for things someone says or does. It's something I've never been able to turn off. It's something I don't think I'll ever be able to turn off. Like it's burned into my brain too. There are parts of me that are just unfixable. Parts of me that I don't think will ever fully heal."
There's a look on her face that Jay knows all too well and he braces himself for what's about to come. He watches Hailey lean back against the island and she tightens her arms across her chest almost defensively. He doesn't say a word though, just gives her a nod telling her to continue and waits for it.
"Being your partner is easy for me, Jay. Being your friend is easy. And I know we didn't ever label whatever it is that we've been doing, but I don't really know how to be a girlfriend. Especially a girlfriend who works with their boyfriend. I've tried it before and I don't know how to be that person. Maybe it's because of my parents. Maybe I just don't really know how to love either and that's not fair to you. Even with Garrett. I know I loved him, but I just – I didn't know how to. And in the end he paid the ultimate price for loving me."
Hailey pauses, takes a breath, and then continues. "I don't wanna hurt you, Jay. I don't want you to get hurt. You've been so good to me and I like being with you, but I – I don't..."
She looks away from him as she blows out another breath, unable to finish her sentence, but he does it for her.
"You want it to be over," he says.
The dejected tone of his voice sends a pang through her chest and she nods her head slowly as she meets his eyes again. There's a sadness in them she doesn't think she's ever seen before.
"I think that might be best for both of us. I shouldn't have – I thought I could do it. That night in the bar when I told you about the job offer and you kissed me? I wanted that for so long. I wanted you. But I'm beginning to realize that just because you want something it doesn't mean you should have it. And I would never forgive myself if I hurt you down the road by saying or doing something stupid in the heat of the moment. Not after everything you've already been through. You don't deserve that and you shouldn't have to live with that possibility or my issues. You shouldn't want that. So, yeah. I want it to be over for both of our sakes."
She's not sure what he's thinking and it's the first time in a long time that she can't read him, but it doesn't matter. She doesn't want to do this, wishes it could be different. That she could be different. But it's not and she's not, and she's afraid that if it doesn't happen now then both of them will just hurt each other later. So she does the hard part for the both of them, ripping it off clean like a Band-Aid, and ignoring the sting it leaves.
She's not sure how much time passes as she watches him and waits for him to speak. She can tell he's thinking too hard, digesting what she's told him, and the longer he's silent the more she thinks that her decision to end it all right here is the right call, but then he surprises her when he looks up at her with glistening eyes full of love and compassion and understanding. Everything that he is. She's not sure she deserves it.
Jay shakes his head slowly as he looks at her from a few feet away. He's kept his distance, not wanting to make her feel cornered or not in control of the conversation and situation, but then he takes a few steps toward. His eyes burn into hers and she feels her heart pounding relentlessly inside her chest.
"You said you don't know how to love, but I don't think that's true. Hailey, if it weren't for you being my partner, for your friendship, your love for me - platonic or otherwise, I wouldn't be here right now. I probably wouldn't be alive right now."
His voice is low, almost guttural, as if he's lost his voice and it's too painful to speak, but he keeps his eyes on her and goes on still.
"Hailey, you're the person who loved me enough to make me realize I needed therapy. You're the one who loved me even after knowing about my own past and the demons I have. My PTSD, what happened with Erin, my dad. You showed me every time you've stuck by my side and trusted my decisions even when others didn't. You showed me when you chose to stay here instead of taking that job in New York. No one has ever chosen me over anything like that before. Not even my own brother. You have showed me countless times you love me without ever saying the words. But that word means something different to you because of your family and I get it. I don't need to hear you say you love me to know that you do."
He takes slow, hesitant steps towards her until he's standing in front of her within arm's reach to still give her, her space. He looks at her with tears still in his eyes, trying to keep them from falling, as he watches her own roll down her cheeks now.
"I'm not going anywhere Hailey. I know things haven't been easy for you, they haven't been fair or made sense. Life hasn't been kind to you, but that doesn't make me care about you or love you any less than I do, and it doesn't make you unworthy of receiving that love either. The things you do for the people in your life, complete strangers even. You have the biggest and most beautiful heart of anyone I've ever known.
"You deserve this Hailey. We both do. I know you're scared, I am too, but not because of your past. I'm scared of losing you. We don't need to define anything or put a label on it if that's what you wanna do. Girlfriend might be a bit of a weak term for you anyway when you're so much more than that. We can take it one day at a time, take things as they come, but I want this. I want you. I wanna be with you."
"Jay, I - "
"If you really want it to be over between us then I'll respect your decision and I'll walk out the door and we'll never talk about it again. All I'm asking for is a chance to show you how it's supposed to be, that love can be good. That it is good. That it doesn't come with conditions or ulterior motives. That you deserve every good thing in this world. And I'll be here to remind you when you think you don't."
He can see the wheels turning in her head, but her eyes are everywhere except on him now and he can't quite read the look on her face, and it scares him.
There's a fleeting moment where he knows he won't come back from this, that she was it for him, but he won't push her. He won't do that to her. And when she finally meets his eyes again, but doesn't say a word, he ignores the crushing of his chest and the sinking of his stomach, and takes a step forward to close the distance between them.
He knows what this is now.
Why she mentioned his forgotten hoodie. Why she didn't wanna sit. Why she's kept her distance.
She wasn't intending for him to stay.
He lifts an arm slowly, not wanting to scare her, and rests the palm of his hand against the side of her face. He brushes his thumb over her cheek like he has a dozen times before now, realizing a second later that this might be the last and it sends an ache through him again. He leans forward and presses his lips to her forehead, lingering a few beats longer than he should, but if it's the last time he kisses her he's going to savor it. He removes his lips and drops his hand a moment later, and steps away from her.
When she still doesn't speak all he can do is give a slow nod before he turns for the door. He doesn't make it three steps before she calls out to him, her voice shaking and his name cracking in half as it falls from her lips. He stops mid-stride and she notices the slight hesitation from him before he turns around to face her, and then she sees that his tears have fallen. Tears for her. For them.
She knows what she is about to do is the hardest thing she'll ever do and it's terrifying, but not as terrifying as it would be if she let him walk out her door for good.
"I want that with you. The good kind of love. I want it and it scares the hell out of me," she breathes out through hiccups and fresh tears.
It's all he needs and then he's walking towards her. He wraps his arms around her, holding her close and tight against him with one arm around her back and his other hand holding her head to his chest.
Her whole body shakes and she can't stop crying now as she leans into him. And then she whispers, "I do love you and I want you to stay."
He squeezes his arms around her in their embrace and presses his lips to the side of her head.
"I'll stay," he tells her, knowing it's the only thing she needs to hear from him.
Her eyes close at the sound of his words and her entire body goes limp in his arms. It's the first moment since the mess of their day on the job that she finally feels herself fully relax and be at ease. She grips his shoulder with a trembling hand, the rest of her body still shaking, but he continues to hold her up and hold her against him like the anchor he's always been for her.
She knows he means staying more than just tonight and there's a moment, maybe for the first time in her life, where the future doesn't worry her or scare her. Not when it includes him, them.