A/N: I don't know how long this story will be. I'm thinking of something short but I am loving Rae and Voight so far!

At Seven PM sharp, Voight pulled up to the front of Med to pick up Rae for their date. She'd changed out of her scrubs into a knee-length black dress for their date.

"I wasn't sure you'd really show," she commented as she got into his SUV.

Voight shrugged, "Normally I wouldn't have, but you don't seem like the type to take no for an answer."

"You are correct," she replied, "Where are you taking me?"

"Bavette's," he answered, "It's close by and it's pretty romantic so I figured you'd like that sort of thing," he added causing her to let out a loud laugh, one that made it hard for him to suppress his smile.

Rae sobered herself as they drove toward their destination, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to react that way. It's just that I'm a simple girl. I don't need all the bells and whistles. I would have been perfectly happy to share a drink and fries at Molly's then head to my place."

He couldn't hide the blush that spread across his cheeks this time as he heard what she said. He nearly choked on his own spit as he replied, "I didn't really take you as that kind of girl," he commented as he parked at the restaurant.

"You can't judge a book by its cover, Sarge," she replied with a wink as she hopped out of his truck.

Once they were seated and ordered their drinks, Rae started the conversation since Hank seemed shocked after her revelation, "Voight, I'm not going to make you come back to my place, or anything. I just wanted you to know that it's an option. We don't do the whole three date rule these days," she explained as she took a sip from her beer.

He locked eye contact with her, his expression still showing shock, "I've been out of the dating world for a very long time. That three-date rule might even be past my time. Wouldn't you rather have me chase after you for that?"

Rae shrugged, "I guess that's an option, but I like to get straight to what I want. Don't worry, I'll be gentle with your shoulder," she whispered the last part as she bit her lower lip, wishing they'd already eaten their meals.

Voight looked down, shaking his head, "Are you sure you just want to jump into bed with me? You know almost nothing about me and the same goes for what I know about you. I'm not saying I don't want to because that would be insane, but I need to be sure."

His rough voice made almost everything he said an invitation to the bedroom, instantly sending shivers down her spine.

"I'm sure about what I want. But, for now, let's enjoy our meal and get to know each other," she acquiesced, "Did you always want to be a cop?"

He blinked, almost like he had whiplash from the way she moved the conversation before he began to reply, "I have. There is no other job I could even imagine myself doing. Especially in Chicago. There are so many bad people in this city. I've made it my life's mission to make this city as safe as possible. What about you? Have you always wanted to be a Physical Therapist?"

Rae shook her head, "No, this wasn't my dream job," she began, "When I was a kid, I wanted to be a marine biologist and train a Great White Shark before I went on to work with Killer Whales. I realized early on that I couldn't domesticate a Great White and that I'd need grants to work with any sea creatures. So, I chose to work with damaged people instead," she explained.

"That's pretty fascinating, but you are a part of the 'Free Willy' generation so it makes sense," he began, "The whale part anyway. I'm not sure I can pinpoint the love of sharks. Care to enlighten me?" he asked with a smirk.

She let out a laugh before she replied, "I saw the movie 'Jaws' when I was seven and I thought that I could fix the shark and make him like the whales at Sea World. I was clearly a very delusional child," she added, laughing aloud at herself.

"It's a nice dream," he replied, "So, what do you do for fun? I'm sure you don't spend every waking moment of your days at Med."

Rae let out a long sigh before she responded, "I don't do a lot when I'm not at the hospital. I watch a lot of Netflix and for fun on a social level, I hit a karaoke bar once a week with the nurses. It's not great. I don't think I've been on a date before tonight since I moved to Chicago. What about you?"

Voight leaned back in his seat, "I don't have an answer. In the last few years, I've lost focus on life outside of my job. It's all I have left," he confessed.

She shook her head, "We're going to have to fix that. Even if things don't work out between us, I am going to need you to join us on our weekly karaoke nights. You don't have to sing, but you clearly need something. You already know that I won't take no for an answer."

"I'm very aware," he replied, looking at the floor, "Listen, I know you'd like me to come back to your pace tonight, but I think we should save that for a little further down the road. Which night is Karaoke night? I could join for our second date," he offered, causing her to smile just as she was about to pout.

Rae offered him a small smile before she answered, "We go on Friday so you'll have a two-day turnaround before we see each other again. You can't judge my singing, deal?"

"Deal," he replied as he offered his hand in a gentleman's handshake, the most contact she got from that night.