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It had been six months since you'd left Sergeant Voight's Intelligence Unit for a new job in D.C. It had been a really hard decision, and though he didn't like the idea of you leaving his team, he encouraged you to make the best move for you. You knew that working for Homeland Security would be different but you felt it was your duty to protect your country.
You figured after six months you'd be settling in - that you'd be happy.
You weren't.
You missed your friends in the unit. Your family.
Though you kept in contact with everyone on the team, work had kept you busy. You hadn't really had a chance to talk to anyone other than a few texts back and forth. That's why you answered immediately when you saw Antonio Dawson's name pop up on your caller ID.
"Well, well," you answered, "if it isn't the best detective in Chicago. Well, now that I'm gone."
Antonio laughed on the other end of the line, but you could tell it wasn't whole-hearted.
"I don't think that title holds anymore, partner." Antonio replied. You could hear the sadness in his voice.
"What happened?" you ask, your tone becoming serious.
"Y/N, I really messed up. Big time. I can't really talk about it over the phone, I don't know why I called. I just needed to hear a friendly voice. I miss you."
"Say no more. I'll be on the next flight to Chicago."
Antonio tries to object but you talk over him and say, "I'll text you when my flight lands. See you soon, partner."
When you hang up you hurriedly grab your laptop. You book a flight in less than five minutes and head into your bedroom to start packing.
Your flight lands at 1:00 AM. You yawn as you walk through the terminal, grabbing your phone and texting Antonio. He texts back. "Sorry, can't be there myself but one of the team will be there shortly."
You find a seat and plop into it, closing your eyes for a second.
A few minutes later, you hear a gravelly voice say, "They'll let just about anyone in my city."
Opening your eyes, you can't help but smile when you see Hank Voight standing in front of you, hands in his pockets, teasing smile on his face.
"This is my city too, you know. I've got the bullet wound to prove it."
Standing, you're unsure if you should shake his hand or hug him. He solves it for you by pulling you into a hug.
"I remember." He says. Hank was the one that pulled you out of the way of the cross fire and put pressure on the wound until help arrived. Talking you through it the whole time. Assuring you everything was going to be okay.
