This takes place after Jay gets shot and the hospital scene in season 7, loosely based on the song "You Are In Love" by Taylor Swift. I've had this stored away half-finished for quite a while and put a crazy spin on it after seeing a prompt on Twitter. It also seems pretty fitting that I finished this specific one on the same day that JLS's interview came out where he politely disregarded Linstead and said Upstead rights. Enjoy and let me know what you think! :)
XXX
cause you can hear in the silence
you can feel it on the way home
you can see it with the lights out
you are in love, true love
you're in love
XXX
"I can't figure him out. He's the first one through the door, a war vet, and he'd rather take a bullet than get the flu shot."
"It's hard because you love him."
"When you were in surgery, no one knew what was going to happen and it made me realize I wanted to tell you something."
"What were you gonna say?"
Hailey has replayed those moments from the hospital every day in her head since they first happened. Vanessa had straight up called the blonde out on her feelings, that it wasn't just about her partner, Jay Halstead, but everything else he had become over the last few years of he and Hailey working together. A trusted confidant. Her best friend. Someone she could depend on endlessly. The man she had fallen for without even realizing she was falling in the first place.
When Jay had been given the all-clear to go home Hailey had somehow found the courage to finally tell him about her feelings for him. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if something else were to happen and she never got the chance to tell him the truth about how she really felt towards him. Her heart always seemed to ache in that way where she could barely breathe around him and she wanted nothing more than to admit her feelings and hope for the best.
The words had been there right on the tip of her tongue, but with one ring of his undercover phone she was pulled back to reality. The walls shot up around her heart again, made her second guess everything up to that point, and she retreated back into herself as if it were some twisted sign from the universe screaming at her, "no, don't do it!"
Could she really tell him the truth? And should she? Or would it ruin their friendship and the partnership they'd nearly perfected over the time spent working together? She just wasn't sure. All of these questions plagued her mind since that day, but she knew she couldn't voice them out loud. Not now. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
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Jay had returned to work a week after his release from the hospital, but he remained on strict desk duty. He was itching to get back out into the field, but Voight had made it clear that, that wasn't happening until the sling was off his shoulder and he got explicit written permission from his doctor. So, he stayed in the bullpen, pushing paperwork and helping to find leads for his team however he could.
When he saw his partner and Burgess at Platt's desk that night after his first shift back, he couldn't help the pride he felt inside of him knowing what Hailey had done to capture the perp.
"I heard you made a nice disarm," he says while looking at Hailey.
Her face immediately breaks out into a shy smile. "Oh man. You want details?"
"Yeah, I'm losing my mind," he tells her.
"After six days?" Kim teases.
"After six minutes," Jay emphasizes with a slight shake of his head.
Before the three of them can make a quick escape from the district, Platt calls out to Kim making her hang back. She says a quick goodbye to the duo, leaving Hailey and Jay to themselves. Hailey looks at her partner and nods to the door, and the pair make their way down the stairs towards the exit.
The bitter winds of Chicago's winter season meet them eagerly as the pair exit the district. Hailey isn't sure how it happens, but they end up nearly shoulder to shoulder as they walk down the sidewalk towards the parking lot. Each time they almost brush against one another she feels a rush of heat move through her body from the proximity alone. Trying to ignore her feelings was proving to be more and more difficult with each moment that passed between her and the man at her side.
"Beer and story-time at my place?" Jay suggests as they near the lot.
"Give me about an hour?" Hailey counters. She just needs a little bit of time to herself to try and clear her head.
"Sure. I'll order food from that Greek place you like," Jay says.
She smiles at him. "Sounds good. I'll see ya in a bit."
Jay gives her one of his grins, one that Hailey has come to realize is only ever used with her and one that should be considered illegal, and then the two go their separate ways.
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Hailey's nothing if not punctual. If she says an hour, she means an hour. So when there's a light knock on Jay's door thirty minutes after leaving his partner at the district, he's a bit perplexed. He's got a pep in his step though as he walks to the door, a grin plastered on his face, and ready to spend his night with Hailey.
"You said an hour. Food's not here ye-," his teasing tone fades out as he pulls open the door and he stands silent as he looks at the woman in front of him who most definitely is not his current partner.
"Hi Jay."
"Erin."
Every emotion a person could ever possibly feel is felt by Jay within seconds of each other as he stands in front of Erin Lindsay for the first time in almost four years. Her dark hair falls down past her shoulders in waves and she's not dressed in some fancy pantsuit, but there's still something about the way she stands with her hands clasped together in front of her that seems like she's got things all figured out now.
All he can do is stare at the woman in front of him, as if he's just seen a ghost. And maybe he has, as memories of their days spent together, both professionally and privately, overload his brain. It causes him to grip the door handle so tight his knuckles turn white.
"What are you doing here?" He finally gets out.
She shrugs her shoulders. "I'm here for work. Heard you went and got yourself shot again."
Jay rolls his eyes. "Hank tell ya that?"
Erin raises her eyebrows at him then and finds herself smirking at him. "First name basis with him now, eh?"
"You're a little late. It's been a few weeks since the shooting," he says, ignoring her comment. His voice is strong and curt, the complete opposite of what it'd been mere moments before when he thought it was Hailey at his door.
"I was deep in a case. I didn't know until about an hour ago when I talked to Hank on the phone," she explains.
He just shakes his head at her. "Doesn't answer my question. What are you doing here, Erin?"
"He told me how bad it was. I was in town and I wanted to know that you were okay. Can I come in? Please?"
Jay stares at her for a moment, wanting to say no, but something inside of him doesn't let him get the word out despite the whisper of a voice in the back of his head telling him it was a mistake. He lets out a long sigh and steps aside instead, opens the door fully, and allows her to enter. He closes the door behind her after she steps inside and the two of them stand across from each other in his living room. Jay leans back onto the top of his couch, his arm still in the sling and his other hand shoved into the pocket of his jeans while Erin stands off to the side with her hands in her jacket now.
"What could you possibly have to say to me after all this time that a phone call couldn't do?"
"I know how I left things Jay. I know I hurt you and I know I'm probably an idiot for showing up like this after everything we've been through. I just wanted to see you and make sure you were okay."
Jay scoffs at her, shaking his head. "After everything that happened? You mean when you left without saying a word to me or to anyone besides Hank? Or do you mean when I texted and called and left a dozen messages, and you didn't have the decency to respond to a single one to let me know you were at least okay?"
The combination of the last few years of keeping it all locked up inside of him, then unloading it during therapy, and now seeing her in front of him like nothing ever happened pushes him over the edge. She really showed up, expecting years of anger and hurt and pain to be swept under the rug as if her leaving hadn't destroyed him for a period of time.
Erin just stares back at him and doesn't speak. Hearing the anger in his voice and seeing the pain of what she'd left behind in his eyes wasn't something she had prepared herself for on her way over to his apartment. She takes in the lingering stain of almost healed bruises on his skin, the sling in which his arm rests. She's beginning to think this was nothing, but a mistake. That the look in his eyes now is going to be another memory that haunts her.
Erin pulls her hands out of her pockets and takes a step forward. She doesn't touch him, she won't, but she needs to be closer to him, needs him to hear her words and look him directly in the eyes when she says them.
"I'm sorry, Jay."
His eyes immediately close as he hears the words come out of her mouth. He hadn't realized all this time that he was waiting for something from her. An explanation. An apology. Some sort of something that would make him feel some sort of relief or closure. Anything.
He opens his eyes a moment later when there's another knock at his door and he thanks the heavens or the universe or whatever it is for the interruption.
He lets out a deep sigh as he walks to the door and when he pulls it open, he feels both relieved and panicked when he sees Hailey standing in front of him. It takes all of two seconds for her eyes to meet his and for a grin to appear on her face when she sees him. And then another two seconds later, her eyes find Erin standing behind him and her smile is gone. She glances between them, noticing the obvious tension that hangs in the air around them all now.
"Erin," Hailey breathes out.
Erin offers a smile and a small wave. "Hey Hailey. Long time no see."
"Yeah, it's been a minute. How ya been?" Hailey asks. It's a poor attempt to be polite and make small talk, but she's not dumb. She knows what she's just walked in on and all she wants to do now is to turn around and leave and return home.
Erin shrugs. "Busy. Work has been crazy."
Hailey nods then, not saying anything else and not wanting to continue the conversation. She knows exactly who Erin had been to Jay at one point, and seeing the woman who caused him so much pain and heartache causes Hailey to immediately be defensive and cautious.
"So um, rain check then? We'll catch up another time," Hailey says a second later, looking at Jay.
That was the last thing Jay wanted, but he nods anyway. He can tell she's uncomfortable and he can't exactly blame her. He's not so comfortable himself.
"Sure. I'll see you tomorrow," he tells her.
Erin watches the two, a small knowing smile appearing on her face. She watches Jay as he watches Hailey, his eyes following the blonde as she walks away from him and down the hallway. The look on his face tells Erin everything she needs to know.
Jay only closes his apartment door when he hears the elevator doors chime open and sees Hailey step inside the elevator car. He turns back to Erin, running his free hand over the back of his head, while she leans against the back of his couch now with her arms crossed in front of her.
"How long has that been going on?"
He quirks an eyebrow at her. "How long has what been going on?"
Erin nods to the door, a smirk on her face now. "You and Hailey."
"There's nothing going on there. We're just partners," Jay tells her.
Erin nods, but the smirk doesn't leave her face and despite everything, Jay still knows her well enough to know she isn't gonna let it go. "You and I were just partners at one point too, ya know? We may not be in each other's lives anymore, but I can still tell when you're lying."
"How long you in town for?" He asks her, ignoring her words.
She's still smirking, but lets him deflect. "I head back to New York tomorrow afternoon."
"You should go and see Voight before you leave. I'm sure he'd like to see you," he tells her.
Erin nods, but doesn't move. "You're good, right? You're okay?"
He knows she's not only asking about the shooting, but everything else. His PTSD, his past, his life.
"I'm good Erin. I'm really good," he assures her with a smile.
Erin nods again, looking down at the floor. When she raises her eyes back to his again he sees the tears and a look of realization in them.
"We won't ever be friends again, will we?" Erin asks even though she already knows the answer.
"I don't think we were ever really friends, Erin. Not really. You never let me in. I mean, really let me in. And I know I didn't do the same with you either. Especially near the end. We both said and did things back then. We just didn't work," he says.
There is a sense of relief that overwhelms his senses as he says the words out loud, like he's been needing to say them to her. And they sting like a slap to the face, but Erin gets it. She can't hold any of it against him because he's right. Things had been messy between them, to put it lightly. They both had their issues, together and apart, and they'd never quite learned how to deal with things. She knows he isn't being vicious. He's just being honest. He's just being Jay.
"I wish things had been different for us. If I could go back and do it again, I would do it right," Erin tells him, her voice sincere as she stands up straight and takes a step toward him.
"Can I at least hug you goodbye? We didn't get that the last time I left," she says quietly.
Jay nods and reaches for her with his good arm, wrapping it around her shoulders while Erin's snake around his waist, careful of his sling. He gives her a squeeze and she does the same before the two separate, and Erin makes her way to the door. She pulls it open, but then turns around to face him one last time.
"If she doesn't already know, you should tell Hailey how you feel," Erin tells him.
He doesn't try to play it off this time. He knows he's been found out and he doesn't have the energy to try and lie about it anymore, so he just shrugs.
"Not sure getting involved with another partner is the smartest idea. Didn't work out so well last time," Jay says. He makes a bad joke, a jab at them, and it's a lame attempt to downplay his feelings and the conversation at hand, and Erin just rolls her eyes at him.
"Look, you can lie to me all you want, but don't lie to yourself. You should tell her Jay. I can see she feels the same."
She gives him one last smile and then she's gone. And he's left with the closure he never got from her before, but also with more questions than ever plaguing his mind now.
Jay makes his way to his sofa, plops down, and leans his head back against the cushions. There's another knock on his door and he curses as he stands. It's the delivery guy with the food he had ordered earlier. He pays the delivery guy and closes his door, looking down at the bag in his hand for barely a moment before a smile appears on his face. He's exhausted and his shoulder is throbbing in discomfort, but he realizes right then there's only one place else he'd rather be.
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Hailey's head is reeling by the time she gets back to her place. She kicks her shoes off as soon as she walks through her front door and then goes straight to the kitchen to grab a bottle of whiskey and a glass. She's still in disbelief and shock that Erin had shown up out of the blue. A part of her feeling angry, annoyed, but mostly she's just confused and curious.
Why had she come back? And why now, years later? Did she want Jay back? Did he want her back? Too many questions were clouding her head and she needed them to disappear immediately.
She pours herself a glass of whiskey and knocks it back quickly, enjoying the momentary burn as it slips down her throat.
She's not sure how much time passes between knocking back her first drink and now sipping on her third, when a loud knock sounds at her door. She groans out, slightly annoyed, thinking it must be Vanessa. Her roommate was quick as a whip and damn good police, but the younger officer had a bad habit of forgetting her keys.
Hailey makes her way to the door, shuffling her socked feet against the hardwood floors and pulls the door open hastily. She doesn't expect to see her partner standing on the other side and takes a small step back in surprise.
"Hi," Jay says to her with a shy smile on his face.
"Hi," Hailey breathes out.
Jay doesn't miss the way her voice seems to crack with just one word. Her eyes are glassy, but he can't tell if she's been crying or drinking, or both. He nods down to the bag of take out and beer in his good hand.
"Too soon for that rain check?" He asks her with a smirk now.
Hailey offers him a small smile and pulls the door open further, taking another step back so Jay can step inside. She closes the door behind him and leads him through the kitchen. He clocks the bottle of amber liquid on the counter as he follows Hailey to the living room, and then the two sit down on the couch.
"Whiskey huh?" He asks, pointing a thumb over his shoulder towards the kitchen with a slight smirk on his face.
"Yeah, I was thirsty," Hailey claps back with a smirk of her own.
Jay shakes his head at her before reaching for the bag of food. He pulls out several containers, handing Hailey's food over to her, and the two dig in.
They eat in silence, stealing glances from the other every so often. Jay can tell something is off with his partner and he's certain it has to do with the fact that she'd seen Erin in his apartment not even an hour ago. He can also tell she's keeping her distance from him. Had it been any other time they'd be sat together knee to knee, eating their food, knocking back beers, and griping over some sporting event playing on television. Instead, Hailey sits with her legs crossed like a pretzel, keeping space between them, as she stays as close to the end of her couch as she can.
What he can't gather is why she's so distant with him. And then he remembers Erin's words from earlier.
"I can see she feels the same..."
Did Hailey feel something for him? Something more than normal partners should feel for one another? She couldn't think anything happened with Erin, did she? Not after all this time. Not after everything the two of them had been through together.
Jay knew this was new territory for them. They'd never crossed this line before. The line of professionalism and friendship. But looking at her now, Jay was sure there was never a time before tonight that he'd felt so awkward around Hailey. That he couldn't get a solid read on her and it was killing him.
"You okay?" He finally asks after they finish eating. He turns his head to look at her and leans against her couch with his arms spread out over the back.
"I'm fine. Guess I just didn't think I'd see you again tonight," Hailey tells him as she takes a pull from her beer.
"How come?" Jay presses.
Hailey raises an eyebrow at him, silently asking if he was serious, and he just shrugs making her laugh. The sound alone makes him smile. Despite whatever was or wasn't happening between them, he could at least still make her laugh.
"Yeah, I wasn't expecting that to happen. I thought it was you knocking on my door," Jay says, reaching for his own beer.
"What did she want?" Hailey asks, unable to help herself.
"See how I was doing. Apologize. She's here for work and Voight mentioned the shooting. I don't know. Guilty conscience, I guess."
"And how do you feel about that? Her being back, I mean."
He takes a deep breath, letting out a long sigh.
"She's not back. She's leaving tomorrow."
"And you're okay with that?" Hailey pushes.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Jay counters.
Hailey shrugs. "Lot of history there."
"I feel like there's too much history, but there's also nothing left between me and Erin. There are no feelings there whatsoever. I've moved on," Jay tells her.
Hailey nods slowly, taking another sip of her beer and taking in his words as she looks down into her lap. She starts fiddling with the label on her beer bottle, needing to busy herself with anything other than looking in his eyes. A part of her is nervous at what she might find in those green eyes she had come to enjoy looking into so much. Maybe lies, or worse, truth.
"Hailey."
How was it possible to both love and hate the way his voice sounded saying her name?
She takes a quick breath and looks up, meeting his eyes. Green. Smiling. Honest.
"Yeah," she breathes out.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just tired," she says as she runs her free hand through her hair.
Jay shakes his head at her. "Tell me what's really going on in that head of yours."
He needs her to tell him. He's practically begging her with his eyes, but Hailey just shakes her own head at him then and stands from the couch.
"I really am tired. Maybe we should call it a night. It's been a long day for both of us. Thanks for stopping by and for dinner, but I just wanna go to bed."
He realizes she isn't exactly asking for him to leave, but rather telling him as she carries her beer and grabs their empty food containers, and then makes her way to the kitchen. He lets out a deep sigh before he gets up from the couch and follows her. Her back is facing him as she puts her glass from earlier in the sink and stores the whiskey away in a cabinet.
Before he realizes what he's doing, Jay walks up behind her and reaches a hand towards her. He feels her body go rigid the second his hand lands on her waist, and then he hears the deep breath she takes.
It's the first time they've touched one another in such an intimate way that wasn't case related or him comforting her or shielding them from flying bullets in a surveillance van. It was just them.
He pulls at her side, forcing her to turn around and his heart aches at the sight of her blue eyes. Erin was right. Hailey does feel something for him. It's splayed out all over her face and the tears in the corners of her eyes.
"Do you really want me to leave?" He asks. His voice is so quiet he's not sure she even hears him.
He watches as she sucks in another breath and then shakes her head slowly, almost hesitantly. He feels his fingers twitch at her waist and he takes another small step closer towards her so they're nearly chest to chest. His arm is around her now, his hand on her lower back.
"Can I stay?"
All she can do is nod her head. And then she reaches around her back for his hand and leads him up the stairs to her bedroom. They don't say another word to each other. When they reach her room, Hailey releases his hand and grabs a pair of pajama shorts and a t-shirt from her dresser, then disappears into the bathroom. Jay slips the sling from his shoulder to remove his sweatshirt before carefully sliding the contraption back on over his t-shirt. He kicks off his jeans then as Hailey enters the bedroom again.
Her eyes linger on him for a moment as he stands in the middle of her bedroom in just a t-shirt and boxers. She gives him a shy smile and then nods to the bed. She takes the left side; he takes the right. And it feels so natural, like it's not at all the first time they're about to share a bed together.
They lay next to one another, ample space between them under the covers because he is still a gentleman and doesn't want to overstep with her. He hears her blow out a deep breath next to him, and he turns his head slightly to look at her. There's just enough light steaming in through her bedroom windows from the streetlights outside that he can make out the profile of her face, the angle of her jawline, and how she's got her bottom lip pulled between her teeth.
The awkward tension from earlier still somewhat lingers, but there's a strange sense of comfortability around them now too. Because no matter what happens they're still just Hailey and Jay. They're still them. And before he can think twice he's reaching his hand out under the covers to find hers. The sudden contact of his skin and the squeeze of his fingers against hers makes her jump and she turns her head to seek out his eyes in the slight darkness.
There's a strange look on his face, one that she has seen before, but has tried to ignore. The look that tells her he feels it between them too, even though neither have admitted it or said anything out loud yet.
"You're my best friend. You know that right?" He asks her then. His voice is deep and quiet, and he squeezes her hand again.
Hailey nods, realizing she's been staring at him in silence this whole time before she says, "you're my best friend, too."
Jay squeezes her fingers once more and it's quiet again as they lay side by side in her bed. He can feel it in the silence though. He can feel it in the slow brush of her thumb moving back and forth over the top of his hand. He can feel it in the way her eyes stare back at him.
There's something palpable between them. Undeniable. It's in everything they do and don't do, everything they say and don't say. They both know it, but say nothing else as they drift closer together in Hailey's bed, not letting go of one another's hand.
They don't need to say anything because they know it's just a matter of time before things change again for them. Until they finally break from their stubbornness and trepidation and insecurities that have stemmed from their broken pasts. They know this thing between them is inevitable.
