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Hailey slept comfortably on Jay's shoulder just as the movie credits began to roll. He tucks his free hand underneath her ear, leaving a small trail of soft kisses from her cheek down to her lips.
She stirs and mumbles something inaudibly, immersing herself deeper into his side..
He smiles and grabs the remote, switching the channel to sports highlights.
She yawns and stretches out her legs," Hey, I was watching that."
"Sure you were."
Another yawn escapes her, "I was," She sleepily answers with closed eyes.
He ignores her, continuing to keep his attention focused on the TV.
It's not long before she's napping again, leaving a pool of drool on his t-shirt.
It had been a long day at the twenty-first. They both desperately needed some down time right now.
Right before they had to go back and do it all again tomorrow.
About thirty minutes passes before Jay checks his watch.
He comfortingly rubs her arms before whispering, "It's getting late, time for me to go."
"Noooo." She whines out, almost fully alert now, " please…. stay." She begs him.
He frowns, "Can't. You made the rules, remember? We both agreed to take it slow. That whole thing about work-life balance, how it didn't work out with our previous partners.. yadda, yadda." He uses his hands for emphasis.
She quickly nods, "I know, I know but-"
"No buts," he gently caresses her chin, wiping up the leftover spittle, "these are your rules, I'm just following them."
She frowns.
Despite her legs on his lap and her iron grip on his shirt, he slowly comes to stand.
He smiles, placing a quick kiss on her forehead, "I'll walk myself out. See you tomorrow."
She drops her head back on the couch with an exaggerated huff and folds her arms.
"Fiiinnee, I'll walk you out. Come on."
Suddenly her phone vibrates on the counter and they both turn to look at it.
She stands, disregarding the ringing, "It's no one, just ignore it. Don't ruin the moment."
He slowly slips on his jacket as he carefully eyes her.
She faintly sighs, looking him up and down, "You're going to ruin the moment, aren't you?"
He squints and nervously clenches his teeth.
She could see that he wasn't going to let it go, guess it was the detective in him.
"Look, not trying to be the creepy new boyfriend," he nervously rubs his neck,"...but the same number called you ten times while you were asleep, it seemed," he searches for the word, "urgent."
He scans her face for an answer.
He wondered how she knew it was "nobody" if she didn't even bother to look at the phone.
She chuckles and cracks a small grin, "Never seen the insecure Halstead before."
She starts to walk to the door but he quickly pulls her back into his embrace.
He immediately shakes his head with a smile, dismissing her comment.
"Not at all….maybe just a little," he looks around her, taking a peak at the phone again, "...concerned."
"It's nothing, I promise, probably just one of those car warranty people. Besides," she caresses his cheek, " if you're that worried you can always-"
"Nope."
"I'm just saying you could-"
"Not gonna' happen."
She temptingly bites her lip and runs her hands up and down his chest, "You sure? Because-"
He silences her instantly by crushing his lips to hers.
Without breaking the kiss, he places his hand on either sides of her face, causally slipping his tongue in. She willingly accepts the gesture, pulling him in closer by the waist.
He gives her one more peck before closing his eyes and resting his forehead against hers.
"Not tonight."
It takes everything in him to drop his hands and take two steps back.
Accepting defeat, she slowly opens her eyes and runs a hand through her disheveled hair, "So another night then," her eyebrows raise,…"tomorrow-"
"Goodnight Hailey. Make sure you lock up behind me."
With that, she shuts the door, sliding down to the floor as her phone begins to vibrate once more.
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(2 Days Later)
Before walking into work late, Hailey checks her phone.
Fifteen missed calls.
Seven from Jay, three from Voight and five from the number.
Great, she says to herself.
Despite the cold weather, she puts on her shades and grabs the almost empty bottle of Advil from her glove compartment.
She speed walks, hurriedly trying to get past the front desk and up to intelligence.
"Wait, there's something wrong, stop." A female voice says.
She slowly backpedals as Trudy comes into full view.
"What?" Hailey irritatingly sighs, "What is it?" It came out a little bit more aggressive than she intended.
Worry widens on Trudy's face ,"Nothing, it's just," her hand goes to her heart, "it's just-"
Hailey comes closer as her concern grows, "What?"
"Your face." she responds.
Hailey remains walking, shaking her head and ignoring the over-exaggerated giggles coming from behind her.
"No, really Upton," she continues, laughing," you should take care of that, you're not rocking the supermodel Barbie look today."
She ignores her, typing in her code and jogging up the stairs.
….
"These guys are armed and dangerous, we don't know where our victim is so we keep them alive, bring em' in for questioning."
Hailey can hear Voight's booming voice before she even enters the room.
She soundlessly tries to slide in the doorway but it was too late, Voight's eyes immediately fall on her, never missing a thing.
"Upton, so nice of you to join us," Voight announces.
Hailey clears her throat and nods, tucking her medicine into her desk drawer nearby.
Everyone briefly stops to look in her direction and Voight shakes his head.
"So as I was saying before I was inconveniently interrupted, I want these two found," he taps on the white board, "Talk to your C.I's, do whatcha' gotta' do. Atwater and Ruzek, I need you to talk to the dinner owner, see if you can get any info. Kim, go talk to the neighbors, see if they heard anything last night. Let's go."
Everyone nods and goes their separate ways but Jay, Hailey and Voight.
Jay carefully approaches his sergeant before he can reach Hailey's desk.
"Sarge could I just talk to you for a moment…...," he says, but his words falter.
Voight gives him a deadly stare, making him grab his seat and begin to work on his computer.
He mouths 'sorry' to Hailey before picking up his pen.
Voight perches on Hailey's desk, his eyes never leaving her face.
"Halstead." He says.
"Hmm?"
"Don't you have somewhere you need to be?"
"Just finishing up some paperwork and waiting for my partner."
"Not today, you'll ride with Burgess, Upton you're with me."
Jay nods, grabbing his coat and making his way down the stairs.
He wanted to stay to make sure she was okay but work was work and Voight was Voight. At the end of the day he was still in charge.
Voight stands and he and Hailey finally make eye contact. "Sarge-"
"In my office." Voight says.
Hailey was hesitant but she moves, letting her feet drag her. She was already sick, the thought of him ragging on her just made her stomach churn even more.
On top of that, he wanted to see her in his office.
There was something about walking into his office.
Once you crossed the threshold everything changed.
There had been times where she'd been here with ice in her veins, had her boss dead to rights but this time was not one of those times.
She felt like an ant, so small and inconvenient and Voight was the boot.
"Shut the door and take a seat."
She does as she's told, setting herself gently down on the sofa.
Hank leans up against his desk, with folded arms as he faces her.
"Where were you this morning?"
She lets out a breath, "I was meeting with a C I."
Hank carefully watches her reaction, "A C.I huh?"
She nods, keeping her head slightly bowed. " I was working on something-"
"Take off your glasses Hailey."
She bows her head even further now, before slowly sliding them off her ears.
The leaning makes her headache intensify, immediately making her regret the action.
"You look like crap." Voight points out bluntly.
"Sorry, I had a long night-"
"I call, you pick up, no questions asked," he shrugs, "I don't care how long your night was or who you were meeting with. You called in sick yesterday and you're late today."
Her eyes divert to the floor.
"Hailey you're in this office by seven-thirty AM, Am I clear?"
"Yes, Sarge."
"I almost had Halstead come by your place-"
"It won't happen again," She immediately cuts him off, irritated.
"Better not, I got people being robbed on my streets by a ruthless gang of punks, a kidnapped victim in the wind, and you wanna' take your time getting here because you have a headache?"
She patiently listens.
"Hailey, I know what happened earlier this week was hard, on all of us."
She covers her mouth, nodding, as she blankly stares.
"But we got a job to do. You win some, you lose some, no matter the variables, " Voight shakes his head, "That's all there is to it."
"You're right." She stands, with her hands behind her back, "Sorry for the lateness, it won't happen again."
"Oh I know it won't."
She begins to walk away.
"Hailey."
"Yes Sarge."
"Come back for a minute."
He scratches his chin before pocketing his hands into his jeans.
"Wanna discuss the black eye?" He circles around his for illustration.
She shakes her head, "Not really."
"Might wanna' put some more makeup on it, Get that taken care off."
She nods without turning around and heads straight to the bathroom.
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