There's a groan as Hailey wakes up to the annoying sounds of birds chirping. She then places her hand on her head that is pounding in an unexplainable painful way.
Wiping her face to get herself to wake up, Hailey then opens her eyes to find Voight perched on the coffee table in front of her, watching her, clearly waiting for her to wake up.
In all honesty, it is a scary way to wake up, even for Hailey who knows that Voight means her no harm. Hailey's heart catches a wobble. She knows Voight enough to know that look means trouble on every single level possible.
Hailey is feeling sick, tired, her head hurts and she just cannot do this right now. She feels around for the duvet she knows is covering her and then pulls it over her head like a kid hiding away.
She expects Voight to say something or maybe just pull the duvet off her, but nothing happens.
Sometime later Hailey wakes up again. She pulls the duvet down and finds that she is alone. She gives a sigh of relief. She really did not feel like doing any kind of explaining.
Sitting up, Hailey looks around as her head is spinning.
She is on Voight's couch, her couch, and her shoes are on the floor.
She figures this is probably as far as Voight got her in her drunken state.
Hailey vaguely recalls the night before. She remembers drinking, drinking way too much. She remembers the team trying to convince her to slow down and she remembers being quite unruly towards them.
Putting her head in her hands, she gives a groan.
When Hailey looks up again, she must blink a few times for her eyes to focus. She definitely had way too much, it is surprising that she is not hanging over the toilet puking.
Something catches her eye, and she finds on the side table two pain pills, a glass of water and a note that says that she has been given the day off.
She looks at the time and finds that it is in the middle of the day. She would have missed work either way.
Hailey takes the two pills and then she lies down again, pulls the duvet over her and falls asleep soon after.
Sleeping on Voight's couch feels so familiar and comfortable, she feels safe, it feels like home.
After they closed the case, Voight left the team behind to finish up while he left early.
Arriving home, he was expecting Hailey to have run off but instead he finds her still on the couch asleep.
Voight places the take aways he picked up on the way down, and then he sits on the coffee table where he did in the morning.
"Hailey." There is slight concern in his voice, it would seem she did not even get up.
"Hailey." After no response, Voight places his hand on her arm and gives a squeeze.
There's an intake of breath as Hailey wakes up and then she squints her eyes from the light.
Her eyes then focus on Voight.
"You, ok?" Voight asks as he keeps his hand on her.
Hailey blinks a few times before answering, taking stock of how she feels. "Yeah."
"Come eat." Voight then gets up, takes the bag of take away and disappears into the kitchen.
Hailey sits up and takes a minute to get herself together. She still has a headache and when she gets up her head gives a bit of a spin.
Entering the kitchen, she finds a plate already dished for her, so she sits down and the two of them eat in silence.
Dead silence.
An awkward silence.
Hailey keeps her eyes on her food, but she knows that Voight is watching her. She knows he wants an explanation, he does not even have to say it.
After finishing, Voight then takes the empty plates and places them in the sink.
He then leans back against the counter with his arms folded clearly waiting for an explanation from Hailey.
She honestly does not know how to tell him what her problem is, so she keeps quiet.
"Why did you leave?" Voight eventually speaks as he sees that Hailey is trying to ignore him.
She drops her head in defeat as she sighs. She then gets up to leave when Voight stops her by taking hold of her arm, and then turns her around to face him.
He places his hands on her arms. "Why did you leave?"
There's a stretch of silence before Hailey answers.
"Because in the end everybody leaves me." She whispers as she drops her head forward not wanting to make any eye contact. "So why even bother." She gives a shrug of her shoulders.
What's the point of letting someone get close, just for them to push you away?
"Hailey, I would never leave you." Voight immediately responds.
"Jay said that too." She responds to Voight's promise.
There's a moment of silence.
"Hailey."
When Hailey does not look up, Voight swiftly places his hands on either side of her face to get her to look up and then he places his hands on her shoulders.
"I am not Jay." There is a tinge of offense in Voight's tone. "And I am not everyone else."
Somewhere behind those steely eyes, Hailey can see that she hurt him, definitely offended him by her words.
She drops her head forward once more and then nods.
"You're right." Hailey then looks up at Voight. "You're not."
Hailey feels stupid for saying that, she feels stupid for even thinking that.
Voight then pulls Hailey into a hug which she returns.
"No matter what, I'll take care of you." Voight promises.
Hailey tightens her hold in response. "I'm sorry, I'm just so messed up."
Voight gives a rub on her back. "You're just going through a rough patch, you'll be fine."
Hailey pulls out of the hug as she nods.
Voight places his hands on her shoulders again to get her attention.
"Hailey, I'm here for you." Voight looks dead set into Hailey's eyes. "Ok?"
"Yeah." She nods again, she's getting it loud and clear.
"Always come to me, it does not matter when, it does not matter where, it does not matter about what. And if something is wrong, talk about it, don't just make assumptions." Voight reiterates what he said again. "Alright?"
"Yes Sarge." Hailey nods again as she agrees.
Their attention is drawn when a message comes through on Voight's phone that is in the living room.
"And if I ever have to drag you out of a bar in the middle of the night, in such a drunken state that you don't know up from down, you will be in a hell a lot of trouble." Voight's tone is serious, and it sounds like a threat as he leaves the kitchen.
"I'm old enough to drink Sarge, even if I….." Hailey argues but before she can finish Voight cuts her off from where he is in the living room.
"Not while you're under my roof."
Hailey just smiles as she cannot come up with any answer to that.
"Come, let's go." Voight calls from the living room.
"Where are we going?" Hailey asks as she steps into the living room.
"To your apartment for you to pack a bag." Voight says it like his previous statement should have made that clear.
The next day when Hailey shows up at their scene with Voight, the team says nothing about the night when Hailey lost it, and everything went the same as always.
Hailey on the other hand feels guilty. She really treated them badly the past few days, especially that night, they were being friends and trying to help her, but she would not have it.
When they all return to the office, there is silence in the bullpen until Hailey gets up.
"Look here, I'm sorry about…." Hailey is stopped when the team answers.
"Don't worry about it."
"No sweat."
"We understand."
"Thanks guys." Hailey gives a smile at the forgiveness of the team.
