ch6 is up, please leave your reviews as i am still not 100% sure about this chapter :) - belle xx

I'm relatively quiet as Jay speaks on the phone to Voight. He glances at me at times, probably wanting to make sure I'm okay. I can tell he's worried, not just by his furrowed brows but also his eyes.

There's just a deep connection between us, and we've always been so damn good at communicating with our eyes. Right now, I see his worry for me but also his determination and open promise to keep me protected and unharmed.

When Jay finally hangs up, I wait. I want to hear what Voight told him. Instead, Jay walks to the kitchen. I still remain silent.

He returns with two bottles of water. With a very subtle nod in the direction of the terrace, he leads me there. I stand beside him, opening the bottle, as he leans his elbows against the railing.

For a moment, I imagine we're a normal couple, enjoying the Chicago breeze as we stare out into the distance. The truth is, we're anything but normal. We're in constant danger, every moment of every day. And yet, being cops is our passion. Our lives.

Except now, I realise, the man standing next to me is also my life. I've blindly trusted him since the day we met and as I already told him, I'd follow him blind. Just as I know, he will follow me anywhere.

"Jay, whatever it is, I can handle it," I finally speak, my voice soft.

"I know," he sighs.

"So, what is it?" I prod gently.

"He's not talking. But he hasn't even asked for a lawyer," Jay reveals. "No name, no ID, nothing. They even ran him through facial recognition, but nothing came up."

"So, he's essentially a ghost," I sigh heavily.

"Basically," Jay replies.

"Does Voight think Booth sent him?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if Booth sent him to take me out. But right now, we don't know. Somehow, I don't think Booth would send someone else to kill me. He'd want to do it himself."

"And complete his revenge on me by doing so," I mumble.

Jay catches the way my voice breaks, and he places his water bottle down on the table behind us. He pulls me to him, his arms wrapping around my waist protectively. I put my own bottle down as well so that I can place my hands on his chest.

"Hey, I need you to stop thinking of the worst possible cases, Hailey," Jay remarks.

"Booth nearly shot you last time," I remind him.

"I know. But, he didn't."

"When he finds out we're actually together this time, he'll do worse, Jay. I know him. He's obsessed with me. He killed Garrett."

"One way or another, we'll figure this out, alright?" Jay holds one of my hands and kisses it. The way he's so soft and understanding with me is unbelievably sweet. If only more men like him existed in this world, it would be a much better place.

"How are you so perfect?" I sigh gratefully, as I lean into his body. I'm suddenly aware of the fact that he's wearing his black hoodie, and it looks way too good on him. And yet, I'm also aware that he looks even better without it.

"I'm not," he laughs softly. "But for you, I can damn well try to be."

I look up at him with a smile. "You're it for me," I assure him. "I have no doubts about that."

"You're lucky the feeling is absolutely mutual."

I shove his chest teasingly, shaking my head. And then I remember something.

"Jay."

"Hailey."

"Shut up," I chuckle.

"Ouch, you wound me, babe."

I roll my eyes humorously at him even though my heart skips a beat at what he just called me. I like the way it sounds so natural and so right coming from him.

"Now we've established that your ego is fragile, despite its size," I smirk before turning serious again. "Suppose Booth did send that man. That means he knows where we are."

"Voight's tightening security. They'll be more officers around the perimeter and in the building," Jay informs me.

I just simply nod at that information. The truth is, I don't think any amount of officers will stop Booth from completing his mission. That is, if he really did send that man.

"Don't do that," Jay whispers.

"Do – what?" I ask curiously, tilting my head to the side.

"Overthink."

"Who says I'm doing that?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I do," Jay says without missing a beat. "I know you. You're definitely over thinking this, if the fact that you're biting your lip is any indication."

When he says that, I realise I am, indeed, biting my lip. I shrug non-chalantly. "Someone enjoys staring at me," I remark.

"Should I deny that I find you extremely beautiful and attractive?" Jay smirks.

Damn. I keep forgetting this man's level of sass is unsurpassed, and unmatched. I can't really beat him, but I would never admit that to him.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you, it's rude to stare?" I sass back.

"I'm sure it would be if the person in question wasn't enjoying it."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Well, I -."

"Besides, I can't help it if you're the only woman I have eyes for," Jay adds casually, but I feel my heart skip a beat at his sweet words.

I clear my throat to make sure my voice isn't husky when I reply. "I better be, Halstead."

Jay chuckles, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck, and leaving a kiss there that makes my knees weak. "Yes ma'am, you're the only one I see."

Even though I'm melting at his words, and his sexy voice, I play it off coolly. I glance around the terrace and then into the living room before I turn my gaze back on Jay. "Well, unless I'm somehow mistaken, there doesn't seem to be another woman here."

There's a humorous glint in his eyes that makes me swoon.

"Now who's staring?" Jay chuckles mischievously.

I laugh. "Am I? I was under the impression that I was plotting your murder."

He raises a brow at me, a ghost of a smirk quirking the corner of his lips. "Should I be sleeping with one eye open then?"

I shove him gently, even as I smile. "For now, I still need my body warmer."

"So that's why you were cuddled up to me, right."

The knowing glint in his eyes, and the teasing smirk that graces his lips, t has me turning as red as a tomato.

"Don't get cocky, Halstead. I was just feeling cold and your body is like a furnace, so I figured, might as well get heated for free."

Jay's smirk never leaves his face. "Nice save," he winks at me, before reaching around to grab our bottles.

We head back inside. I check the time and find that it's 10pm.

"You tired?" Jay's voice breaks through my thoughts.

"What? No, it's too early for me to sleep," I respond.

"Is it that? Or is it that you won't be able to sleep because of the break-in?"

"Jay, I'm fine," I say, a little harsher than I intend to.

There's a flicker of worry and hurt that flashes in his eyes. But it disappears before I can really register the hurt I caused him.

He gives me my bottle.

"Jay -."

"Just keep drinking that. I'm going to shower," he cuts me off before walking into his bedroom.

I flop down on the couch, with a heavy sigh. What is wrong with me?