13This one-shot is inspired by a scene in Lethal Weapon 3. I have too much time on my hands right now, and my fantasy goes wild. Just like all of us I need some fun right now. Oh yes, it's Upstead of course, completely over the top.
„You okay?" Kevin Atwater asked.
Jay Halstead and Hailey Upton were lying on the concrete floor, both panting hard.
„What?" Jay murmured.
„Are. You. Okay?" Kevin repeated. He had just entered the building together with the other members of Intelligence after arresting four offenders who had tried to run away. After a fistfight with Jay and Hailey, from the way it looked.
Jay was holding his arm, blood was seeping through his fingers; Hailey was moaning softly, unsuccessfully trying to sit up, while holding her head with both hands.
"What happened, guys?" Kim asked, her voice full of concern.
Hailey just sighed.
"Did you get these pricks?" Jay asked, out of breath.
"Yes, we did," Kim replied. "But again. What happened?"
"We followed one of them in here, the others hid behind those pallets and jumped us," Jay slowly explained, sounding a bit embarrassed.
"I know, we should have been more careful," he added.
"There was nothing we could do," Hailey said in a low voice. "We were careful."
"Well, you obviously didn't make it easy for them,"Adam tried to lighten the mood. "You should see these four. They need an ambulance more urgently than you do."
Jay and Hailey grinned at each other weakly but triumphantly.
Adam and Kevin helped them stand up and walk outside to the ambulance that was just arriving. The four offenders were already on their way to prison, where they would be treated in the hospital ward.
Sylvie Brett and Emily Foster approached Jay and Hailey as soon as they appeared on the sidewalk, made them sit down to have a closer look.
"You need stitches," Sylvie decided after having examined Jay's arm.
"And you need to be checked for a concussion," Emily said to Hailey. "That's a nasty bruise you got there."
Both protested, but Voight made them stop with just one gesture.
"You two ride to Med with Brett and Foster," Voight said.
"And my truck?" Jay objected.
"Vanessa will drive it to Med, and she will wait until we know if you have to stay there for the night." It was clear that Voight wouldn't accept any objection, nevertheless Jay couldn't stop himself.
"Vanessa?"
Hailey laughed. "You have a problem with Vanessa driving your truck?"
"Yeah," Jay answered reluctantly, knowing he was fighting a lost war, as Hailey rolled her eyes at him.
At Med Jay and Hailey were treated immediately, with Vanessa and Voight waiting for the results.
When everything was done, Will took Vanessa and Voight into a treatment room, where Hailey was sitting on a bed, clearly impatient, while Jay was sitting in a chair next to her.
"So?" Voight looked at the older Halstead brother.
"Nothing too bad," Will answered. "My brother needed stitches, has a few bruises on his torso and got kicked into his kidneys. He should be on desk duty and should be more careful for the next few days."
Jay rolled his eyes. Desk duty was not what he wanted to hear.
Will turned to Hailey. "Also a few bruises here, and a concussion. Were you two in a competition of some kind? Anyway, I would prefer to keep you here over night."
"No way," Hailey answered immediately, trying to shake her head, but stopping quickly. "No way I'll stay here. I can rest at home, much more comfortable than here."
"I'm going home too," Jay added.
Will nodded, he had expected nothing less. "Right. I would like to keep both of you here, but I know this won't happen. I will release you under one condition."
"Yes!" Jay said right away. "What?"
"You don't stay home alone. Someone has to watch you tonight. Hailey should better stay awake, and you, Jay, must be absolutely honest about your kidneys. Any pain, any nausea, call us. That goes for both of you."
"Okay," Hailey said.
"I can watch you," Vanessa offered, looking at Hailey.
But Hailey shook her head, slowly and cautiously this time. "And who's watching Jay? No, I think the best would be for us to watch each other. I'll stay with Jay."
Jay nodded. This was definitely the solution he liked most. "My place," he decided.
Voight looked from one to the other, then to Will, who shrugged.
"Fine," Voight reluctantly agreed. "Vanessa, you drive them home, I'll follow and take you back to the precinct."
"I can drive," Jay protested.
"Not a discussion, Jay," Voight answered. "You can be grateful I don't insist that you stay here. And take tomorrow off, I don't want to see either of you in the office before Monday."
An hour later, Jay and Hailey sat on the couch in Jay's apartment. Vanessa had dropped them off and was on her way back to 21st with Voight.
Both had refused to take any further pain medication after what they had received at Med.
Jay grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two glasses from the cupboard, put it on the table.
"You think this is a good idea?" Hailey asked doubtfully. "Your injection has to wear off first."
"My injection, exactly," Jay answered. "That's why I want this drink so badly. But if you prefer not to... You had some meds too."
"No way," Hailey laughed. "I'm as good as new. Give me the glass."
Jay grinned. "See, I knew it."
Both downed a large whiskey quickly, poured another one, drank some more, didn't speak for a while. They sat on Jay's couch in companionable silence, having their whiskey, slowly feeling a bit better, and a bit drunk.
"Are you okay?" Hailey asked. "What about your kidneys? Any pain?"
"No, everything fine, just a bit sore," Jay answered. "And you? Headache, nausea, anything?"
"No, nothing. Perhaps it is a concussion, but I've had worse." Hailey said casually.
"Oh, you did?" Jay tilted his head, clearly amused. "You've had worse?"
"Well, I don't have any long lasting effects from hitting my head," she teased him.
"Oh?"
Hailey laughed into her glass. "Women can take these things much better than men."
"Really?"
"An injection and stitches for this tiny cut?"
"This tiny cut?" Jay replied with a grin. "You think?"
He pulled up his sleeve, looked at the patched-up wound. It wasn't a large cut, that was true, and only two stitches, but stitches nevertheless. And he hated needles. But he wouldn't mention that, not right now. It was embarrassing enough that Hailey knew about it.
Hailey impulsively pulled up her sleeve. "Look at this – more than two stitches. That was when I was undercover last year, remember? And nobody had to babysit me that night."
Jay laughed out loud. "Really? So this was what? Three stitches?" He pretended to study the scar, ran his finger over it with a mocking grin.
He pulled up one of his pant legs. "This is what I call stitches." He pointed his finger at a long scar on his calf. "Six stitches."
"So this is a competition now?" Hailey asked, chuckling. She noticed the willful look in Jay's eyes, not quite aware that her eyes sparked just as much as his. This was going to be fun.
She pulled her shirt out of her pants, lifted it up a bit, put her finger to her side, pointed at a long older scar. "10 stitches after this freak tried to slit me up with a broken bottle. So don't tell me I don't know what stitches are."
Jay examined the scar thoroughly, not even realizing how close his face was to Hailey's naked skin.
"Yeah, sure, but that's still basic," he just couldn't help himself, pulled his shirt sleeve further up. "See this? This bullet wound's from before I came upstairs, it basically opened the way to Intelligence for me." An older scar in his left shoulder, clearly from a bullet.
Now Hailey was in full competition mode. Without thinking she pulled down her pants, turned her backside towards Jay and showed him an old bullet wound high up on her thigh, very close to where her panties ended. "See this? This is what got ME my detective batch."
"Oh, oh, butt shot," Jay laughed, staring at her thigh, still not realizing how much skin Hailey showed. His finger traced the scar. "That's quite something," he said with what sounded like admiration.
But his competitive spirit took over once more, he now pulled off his shirt completely, pointed his finger at a long nasty-looking scar on his back. "See that? Afghanistan."
"I see," Hailey mocked him. "The strong man and his war adventures. So you think you win, right?" Nevertheless she couldn't take her eyes off his body, the muscles, the smooth skin, and the nasty scars, too many scars. She put her hand on the scar on his back and pulled it back immediately, as if she had burned herself. She stared into Jay's face in surprise.
The look on his face matched hers, she noticed. Surprise, realization of how close they were, and that both of them hardly wore any more clothes. Their eyes widened.
Jay and Hailey remained immobile for a few seconds, until Hailey lifted her hand and softly touched the most recent scar on Jay's shoulder – the scar from when Angela shot him. She had almost lost him that day. The playful, competitive mood vanished as quickly as it had appeared, and Hailey felt tears welling up in her eyes.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Jay asked softly.
"Nothing," Hailey answered, still her eyes betrayed her. She couldn't stop staring into Jay's eyes. And before she could convince herself that this would be a bad idea, her hand caressed the scar, then traced down his chest, to his stomach, feeling the strong muscles.
Jay exhaled sharply, had goosebumps all over his body, the touch of her hand seemed to leave a trace of fire on his skin. He stared at Hailey, looked at her almost naked body, his eyes taking in the sight. Despite the scars she had presented him just a few minutes ago, she was beautiful, more beautiful than he would ever have imagined – and he had imagined a lot. He couldn't keep his hands to himself anymore, first touched her shoulders tentatively, then when she didn't protest he moved to her chest, slowly pulling down the straps of her bra, his eyes following his fingers, as they slipped inside her bra, caressed the sensitive skin.
Hailey sighed as she felt the touch of his hands, quickly opened the bra and threw it on the floor. She didn't care if this was a good idea or not, she wanted Jay to see her, touch her, and she wanted to touch him. And it couldn't be fast enough. He was ready, she could see that. When her bra was gone, she grabbed his belt, opened it, slid her hand inside his pants.
"Are you sure?" Jay asked with a hoarse voice.
"No," Hailey replied, and added quickly, "but I don't care. And you?"
"Oh yes, I am sure," he replied.
"Okay," Hailey answered, stood up with surprisingly weak knees, made Jay stand up as well. Hastily he pulled down his pants, that seemed to be too tight suddenly, and let them fall down right there, his boxers following. Now it was Hailey who stared at Jay's body, took in what she saw. Perfection, that was the word that came to her mind. Absolute perfection.
Jay took her hands in his, guided her to the bedroom, not caring a bit about the clothes that were scattered all over.
He pushed her down on the bed, stood there and looked at her, his mind and body both reacting with a force. It was happening, and he couldn't want it more.
"Come here," Hailey whispered, sat up, opening her arms invitingly. Jay didn't hesitate for a second. He crouched over her, straddling her. He brought his head down to hers, softly kissed the bruise on her forehead, moved to her lips and then further down. His fingers traced the line of the scar on her side, softly exploring it, then the scar on her thigh, before moving back up. Hailey's hands suddenly had a life of their own, touching him, caressing him, she wanted to touch every part of his body. She buried one hand in his hair, pulled his head down, holding it right where it was. Her other hand moved down his back, pressed his body closer to hers. She needed him to be as close as possible, and he complied willingly. Their bodies found their rhythm, became one. The world around them vanished, and so had the pain from earlier, they only focused on themselves, their desire.
Later that night, Hailey lay in Jay's arms, couldn't take her eyes off him. She softly touched the nasty scar from the bullet, the bullet that had almost killed him.
"Are you okay, Hailey?" Jay whispered, stroking her hair tenderly.
"Jay, you must be more cautious," she replied. "All these scars, too many scars – I don't want to lose you, Jay. Ever."
He held her closer. "Hailey, we are what we are, and that's definitely not cautious," he said seriously. "But you will not lose me. Not now, not ever. We will always have each other's back."
He laughed. "And look where our scars brought us."
"All because you have to be so competitive." Hailey teased him.
"Oh, I'm competitive? And what about you?"
"Yeah, I guess I'm just as bad," she admitted with a smile. "It seems we're a perfect match. And the scars are kind of sexy, you can't deny that."
"Oh yes, they are," Jay laughed.
