The idea was born when I saw the episode dealing with Al's death and his funeral. That was when the idea for Kim/Hank first came to me. While the first dialogue between Voight and Platt was taken from that episode, the rest of the story is my idea.
ClexaPetrova, this story is for you and everyone who ships Burgess and Voight.
Ray of Hope and maybe Love
Chapter 1
Standing in front of the mirror in his hallway, Voight was tying his tie. He was about to take one of the hardest roads of his life. Twice already he had traveled this path. After Camille's death. And then later when Justin had died.
Today he was going to burying his oldest friend. His friend Al.
He never imagined that one day this would happen. Actually, it was a lie. After all, they were part of the Chicago PD. You always had to expect to be killed in the line of duty at some point. Only Al hadn't been in the line of duty. I mean, Al had been in jail. Cause of him. FOR him.
Which is precisely why Voight felt so guilty. It was his fault. Al's death was his fault. And there was nothing he could do to free himself from such guilt. Nothing.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at his front door.
„Hey, everything alright?" he asked as he opened the door and saw Trudy Platt standing outside.
"Yeah, Uh Hank, I tried calling, but um", she was uncertain what the right words were to say in this situation.
"What it is Trudy?"
"I just got off the phone with Meredith. She would prefer it if you did not attend the funeral."
Without saying a word, they looked at each other. No further words were needed. And he could even understand Meredith. He could understand that she did not want to see her husband's murderer at his funeral. That he was. He was responsible.
"I understand", he said simply.
After closing the door, he stared at it, stunned. And he felt his anger grow inside of him. Bewilderment. All of what he had successfully suppressed in the last few days. And then he let his anger, anger at himself, get the upper hand. A moment later, he felt the pain in his hand. The blood on his skin where he had cut himself on the glass.