Hi, so here is another short chapter (ish) before we hit the nightmare that is going to be Greg Yates. I hope that you enjoy this chapter and I will do my best to bring you the next one sooner rather than later.

Disclaimer-Nothing here is mine. Nothing just this little plot that keeps me going in hard and cold times.

Slight Trigger Warnings for this chapter especially in terms of underage drinking and bar fights etc.

Please Read and Review and let me know what you think.

I do have idea's floating for the sequel and I thank all of you for getting back to me with your idea's. I am tossing up weather to keep this as just a one story or to come back with a sequel after some serious planning but I am just not sure. No hate against Hailey but I just feel that the best of Chicago PD (until Season 9 which was outstanding) was Season 1-4. So I might do it I might not. Either way I thank you all for your thoughts and your comments. Keep em coming believe me.

Also I have decided to make Will openly, happily and proudly bisexual and this story will have Will/Connor undertones simply because Will and Conner had the best chemistry out of all the couples of Chicago Med and it's a crime that that was not explored (like not exploring Matt/Kelly was a crime) So to make up for it we have bisexual Will who is out, proud, single, and has a wonderfully accepting brother in Jay. If you hate, quite simply, go away.

Born Under A Bad Sign

Chapter 12-Secrets

Will is back! There is a surgery on the dining room table, unresolved issues with the brothers and in the past Jay relapses after whiplash from Erin causes him to spiral. Slightly shorter chapter. Contains Bi Will.

8th November 2015

Will was back.

Will was back and in a bar fight.

"Isn't that usually what you do?"

"One time Hank, one time and can I not have some sympathy for that shit he pulled with Platt downstairs?"

"No" Hank said sounding far too smug for someone in his position of authority. "Al overheard that little exchange and he's been shaking with laughter like a nervous chihuahua ever since. I won't be able to get anything out of him for another hour and we have a significant case."

They were watching as Adam and Antonio sweated out the driver of the van and a part of Jay wanted to turn their conversation back to the fact that he was sure that Charles Grey was up to something but before he could a more pressing question burst out of him.

"I don't know why he's here"

"He not tell you?"

"No he just…he just said he needed a place to crash"

"Well he's been in New York for a long time maybe he needs a chance of pace? Place to call home and all that?"

"Will never needed that before. He was good in the Sudan and then he was good in New York. Nah him coming back for good Hank that's…worrying"

And it was. Will and he didn't do well in close environments. Granted they had not tried since they were teenagers and things had been better between the two of them when they did weekends together or other random shit such as that. They could talk, they could communicate providing they didn't mention the abusive drunk in Canaryville or God forbid their mother but living together long term? There was an element of that that made Jay very, very nervous. Like itching for a drink kind of nervous and while he had been drinking he had since the shooting and the hitman etc, been limiting his drinking to Molly's or when he was with Erin.

(And that was another thing that he didn't have a clue about. She had left Intelligence, she had gone to join the Feds and then she had come back within a week and within that week she had took him to bed under the guise that they didn't work together anymore—cause that had always been the fucking problem with them—and then she had iced him out like they were seventeen and Teddy had ran away the first time and she had blamed him because going to prison for her brother had not been in his life plan)

Carefully he didn't voice this opinion. With Erin it was best to put his foot down early. If she wanted this then she was going to have to do it by his rules because quite frankly he had been playing her game for a very long time and it was giving him whiplash. He liked Erin, he liked the history that they had together (the good stuff not the bad stuff) he liked the fact that she had his back, he thought she was as sexy as hell and if he was being honest he sure as hell could see it working with her until the end but he didn't like the mind games that Erin perhaps unintentionally always played. Erin liked to do things at her own pace and at her own time and Jay who had met her mother on more than one occasion—and on more than those one occasions he'd had the strongest urge to send Pat a thank you card afterwards.

"You want me to come over tonight?" Hank said quietly. "Play buffer?"

Jay shook his head. Hank wasn't the kind of buffer that he and Will needed. Will and he had issues and one of them was Hank. It wasn't that Will wasn't relieved Jay had ended up somewhere on the streets (he had never known about that night on the bridge and if Jay had his way he never would know) but there had always been something…off between Will and Hank. Jay understood it. He didn't blindly follow Hank like Erin did.

Different relationships, different horses for courses he supposed. Was that not the saying.

"No" he said finally. "No you don't have to do that. Will and I can handle the awkwardness. Eventually he'll either go back to New York or find an apartment."

"On the plus side it might be nice to actually have a conversation with him" Hank said finally.

Jay nodded. This was Hank being optimistic.

"You know Platt's gonna find some new and creative way to get back at me because she can't get back at Will?"

"Oh I wouldn't worry about it" Hank said in a tone far too cheerful for someone whose case was going tits up by the second and whose old CI was caught in the crossfire.

"She'll make sure that Will pays the price as well"

"Terrific"

"You know this is actually quite nice. Panties on the edge of the door is a nice touch"

"Shit" Jay said throwing Erin's underwear off the door and into the corner.

"Erin's?" Will said with a knowing look passing him the beer. Jay took it needing the cold imprint in his hand and the taste on his tongue.

"Yeah"

"You never learn with her do you?"

"Bite me Will"

Will said nothing for a second and then...

"Look…when she stomps all over your heart again don't expect me to pick you up off the floor"

It was an empty threat. Will had always been there to pick him up the floor. At least where Erin was concerned.

"So you wanna explain to me why your back in Chicago and you don't plan on going back to New York?"

Will flashed him a grin but it didn't meet his eyes.

"I…I met someone"

"Course you did"

"It's not like that. He's different"

It took Jay a second to realise the distinction.

"Oh"

It wasn't like he didn't know that Will liked both sexes. It made absolutely no difference to Jay because seriously? Like he was one to judge? But he had never seen Will with either one or the other and he had certainly never see that look on his brother's face.

"Ended badly?"

Will shrugged.

"Something like that" he said finally. "I think I'm done with the whole fucking thing. I don't know if love is written down in the cards for me"

"Amen to that brother" Jay said and then he caught Will's eye and suddenly they were laughing as if their ribs were on fire.

"Jesus" Will said wiping his eyes. "You and I are so, so fucked"

Jay laughed into his beer and then his phone buzzed.

"Hank I don't need a buffer"

"Jay is Will with you?"

And just like that he was totally sober.

"Yeah why?"

"You both sober?"

"Hank what the hell—"

"JAY can you drive and can Will operate?"

Something close to dread slipped into Jay's bloodstream like ice in a glass of water on a hot day.

"Hank you tell me what is going on right now or I'm calling Al and then I'm calling dispatch. Are you hurt?"

"No. I'm fine. Charles came home and he's been shot"

"Shit" he pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at a wide eyed Will.

"Hank's CI son has a bullet wound and Hank won't take him to hospital. It's not safe"

"Okay" Will said slowly. "So what does he want me to do?"

"Operate" came a voice from down the phone.

"Where?"

"Here"

"On what the dining room table?" Will shouted back and there was a pause from both Jay and the phone.

"Oh you have got to be shitting me—"

"Will?"

"Hank do you want a list of things that could go wrong? To say nothing of my medical licence If the medical board find out that I've Macgyvered my way through some poor guy's body"

"So that's a no?" Jay asked quietly.

Will sighed.

"No that's a yes" he said putting down his barely drunk beer. "There's a reason why that damn oath is so pesky. Hank send me photo's of what I'm looking at, Jay go and get my bag I threw it on your spare bed. I need to go and grab some shoes"

Jay sighed feeling his back crack. He was hyper aware of the scraps of lace on his floor.

Thank God Hank had not shown up with the kid at his doorstep. Knowing Hank he would see everything and that would just make life really awkward.

Love the man like a father he might but there were just somethings that they should never talk about and this…Erin…well…Jay had learnt a long time ago that this was one of them. It had been a lesson painfully learnt.

16th February 2003

He was drunk.

He was epically drunk.

First time as well and Jay was lying on his bedroom floor his whole body shaking with the ramifications of too much vodka.

It had been so easy to get the stuff. Hank always said Chicago was a breeding ground for easy access dope but Jay sometimes wondered if he appreciated how easy it was for kids to get booze. All Jay had, had to do was go to the end of his old street with a handful of cash and he was two vodka bottles better.

And so here he was. Lying on his floor and wishing he had the energy to close his fucking eyes and stop thinking.

He didn't know why it bothered him so much. Erin had made it clear that what they were doing was for fun. She had made it clear that it could stop at anytime especially if Hank and Camille found out but Jay had stupidly believed everything that she had said and to see her go off with some other boy and for him to know what she was going to do with him had been too much to bare.

And he was pathetic.

He was seventeen and drunk and heartbroken and lonely and pathetic.

And worse he had heard the glory details from Justin who had either gotten a kick out of telling them to him or had, had no clue. And so he was here in his bedroom wishing he'd had the sense to get drunk next to the toilet because he knew from bitter, bitter experience that he was going to need it at some point tonight and soon.

He shuddered a little bit more and turned over onto his side and then he forced himself into a crawl. His entire body was achingly as slowly but steadily he got to the door of his bathroom and managed to push it open. Then it was a long drag to the toilet seat but despite everything the floor was comfortable and Erin thought he was pathetic and Hank was going to kill him and the Army would never want him and Erin thought he was pathetic all because he had told her that Teddy was a waste of space etc.

He had not used those words but he had thought them nonetheless.

Oh God, he was going to be sick.

And so he was.

Once he was done puking up his guts he leaned backwards onto his side shivering as if he had just come down with a fever. He was going to be sick again he was sure of it but right now even looking at the toilet was going to set him off again and the shivering was uncontrollable.

And Erin thought that he was pathetic.

"You were just a secret" she'd told him in her way. And she was right. Everything was a secret between him and Erin, they way he had felt about her was a secret. The way they had been. The only thing that was now not a secret was how she felt about him and so here he was both of them missing a brother and Jay spiralling all because a girl had dumped him.

They had not even been official boyfriend and girlfriend.

Pathetic. Pathetic. Pathetic.

He dragged a towel of the towel rack and shoved it under his head. Camille had been out at some girl night with Meredith. Justin was out with friends. Hank at work and Erin…well…who knew with Erin.

He was alone.

Jay was always alone.

Perhaps it was destiny.

Or perhaps he had forgotten that he was a melancholy drunk. Hadn't that been how this had all started? This wired and wonderful life with Hank and Camille and Justin and Erin?

He was half in and out of consciousness when he saw…or rather felt someone standing there watching him.

"Aw shit Jay"

Hank.

God he was in so much trouble.

"Yes you are son but don't worry. Justin told me enough for me to figure it out. Your not the first, Erin's been leaving a string of broken hearts behind her since she was fifteen"

Jay looked at him through blurry and tearstained eyes.

"Hank?"

"Yeah kid?"

"Why nobody want me?"

Hank flashed him a smile.

"I want you kid, Camille wants you. All this drunken mess and all"

Jay opened his mouth and promptly threw up again.

"Yeah. That and all"

"You must be mad" Jay gasped as his insides heaved again and again.

"Nah were not"

"No" he agreed. "You're my parents"

It was the first time he had ever said that and he didn't know it then or until much later because he was so drunk. He was so drunk that he didn't appreciate that he had stunned the great Hank Voight into silence.

"Thank you Jay" he said finally. "Now come on, bed"

"I screwed it all up" Jay moaned piteously as Hank helped him to bed.

"Nah you didn't" Hank said. "And besides….the headache your gonna get in the morning will more than ensure you pay the price"

Jay whimpered.

"She…she said I was…and he said I was as well"

It wasn't Erin's voice in his head anymore it was Pat's the constant word he liked to use time and time again a tocsin in his brain refusing to let up, going and going and going until he was quite sure it was going to drive him mad.

Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.

Weak son. Weak willed and weak livered. What the fuck use are you to me?

"You're not pathetic Jay" Hank said softly and Jay didn't realise that he had spoken out loud. He was too busy shivering under the covers even as sleep pulled at his brain and forced him to go to the land where the elves in his head only banged a little and not a lot.

"No?"

"No" Hank said softly, and this time Jay could hear the smile in his voice.

"You're my son"

And that was the last thing that he remembered.

And there you go, the calm before the storm, (so to speak) and I will bring you the next chapter sooner rather than later.

Next Chapter-Greg Yates Part 1. Olivia Benson comes to Chicago, Will is a suspect, Hank and Jay are bitterly, perhaps fatally divided. Tragedy strikes the heart of Intelligence and in the past a short scene sees Hank and Jay negotiate their way forward after Jay's relapse (more future scenes than past in this chapter) so might be shorter.

And please keep in mind trigger warnings for Greg Yates and the havoc he creates in this story and in Chicago PD in general.