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in which jay's jealousy comes out during an undercover mission

yes by ​ and ​

3910

nsfw

this turned way more angsty than it was supposed to lol

Putting the finishing touches on your dark lipstick, you fluff your hair a few times before sighing and putting away your stuff, snapping your locker shut. You make your way out of the locker room, straightening out the short hem of your dress, heels echoing through the halls. Voight is sending you undercover at a club to try and get a lead on the supplier of a new deadly party drug making its way through Chicago. Unlucky for you, Kim is out of town on a personal matter, meaning you have to be the 'hot girl' bait, with the guys serving as back up. While Voight, Antonio, and Mouse man surveillance from the van outside, Kevin will be at the door secretly copying everyone's ID. Your partner, Adam, will be on the lookout at the bar with your boyfriend in case anything goes wrong. Well, your secret boyfriend.

You and Jay have been seeing each other for a few months now. It started as just sex, having fallen into bed together after a tough case and one too many drinks. Lately, though, it's become something more, where you invite him over not just for sex. Where you find yourself falling asleep in his arms and waking up from the sun shining against your face. It was nice. However, the problem is that Jay wants to make it official and go out in public together, not understanding why you'd rather keep it private. As a man, he just doesn't get that it's different for you. You are one of only two women in the most elite unit of the CPD, an officer sleeping with a detective in said unit. People will talk, and you don't want to deal with it, even if Voight has made it clear that he doesn't care about in-house relationships as long as they don't affect the job.

Stepping into the garage where everyone else is getting ready, you glance up when you hear a wolf whistle. Cocking a hip, you roll your eyes at Adam's cheeky grin and arch a brow, "You done?"

"I'm just saying, Y/N, damn," Adam jokes, looking you up and down. Your relationship with him has always been flirty but deep down, you know he's harmless and still head over heels for Burgess. Another point of contention within your relationship with Jay, though. Part of you thinks that he wants to go public just to shove it in Adam's face. Well, most of you, actually. The way Jay gets when Adam is a little too flirty, a little too touchy-feely at Molly's... He is anything by subtle.

"Alright," you chuckle, "keep it in your pants, Ruz." Shaking your head, you move over to the weapons table where Jay is loading his gun, consciously avoiding looking up at you. You notice how studiously he focuses on his weapon, how tense his posture is. Glancing over your shoulder to make sure no one is paying attention, you lower your voice, "Hey. You good?"

"Yup," Jay answers quickly, his voice clipped as he refuses to meet your eyes.

You narrow your own at him, fishing for a reaction, "How do I look?"

"Fine." He reaches out and grabs a blade, small but sharp, and a thin thigh holster. Jay barely ticks his eyes up towards you as he hands them over, "Here. Put this under your dress in case things go sideways."

"Thanks, but," you grab them and start fitting the holster around your leg before shoving it up as high as you can – it's a really short dress – "I trust you and Adam to have my back."

Jay clenches his jaw at the other man's name and finally lifts his head to look at you. Before he can say anything, Voight calls out that it's time to go, and he walks off without another word. Sighing, you straighten out your dress one last time before moving towards the van. Tonight is going to be a long night.

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Jay slowly lifts the glass to his lips, taking a small sip of his whiskey to keep up appearances. He glances around the club, trying not to linger too long on where you stand alone across the bar since he really should be searching for anyone suspicious. God, he nearly passed out when he saw you walk into the garage earlier in that little black dress and those damn heels. And when Adam looked at you the way he did, it took everything in him not to yank you against his side.

Now, Jay's not usually a possessive kind of guy – he's just not the jealous type. But this... This is different. Nobody knows that you are off the market, and he can't just walk over and wrap his arm around you whenever you're being hit on. And dammit, you just wouldn't listen to him when he said that Adam is into you.

Over the club's loud music, Jay focuses on the voices coming through his earpiece and glances your way. He and Adam share an annoyed look before focusing on the exchange between you and a random pair of frat guys.

You notice them staring over one of the man's shoulders and subtly shake your head, signaling that these guys have nothing to do with the case. They just won't take no for an answer and leave you alone.

"Hey," Voight's voice crackles over the earpieces, "You guys gotta do something. She needs to be focused."

Before Jay even has the chance to make a move, Adam sets his glass on the bar top and sends him a nod, "I got it."

You try hard not to roll your eyes as the guy on the right orders a drink for you, even though you said you didn't want one, and the guy on the left takes a step closer. "Seriously," he starts with a suggestive smirk, "A girl like you could have a lot of fun with us."

Suppressing a gag, you're saved from having to respond when Adam sidles up next to you, wrapping his arm low around your waist and tugging you into his side. You can barely contain your sigh of relief as your partner stares them down, his larger frame clearly intimidating the younger guys. "I'm pretty sure she'll be having enough fun with me, but thanks for the offer," Adam grins sarcastically, and you bite back a laugh when the guy on the left goes white as a ghost.

"Sorry, bro," the other guy holds his hands up in defense, "She didn't say she was here with anyone."

"Mmm," you hum with narrowed eyes, "I did, actually." Bringing the hand not on Adam's back up to his chest, you grip the fabric of his shirt and rest your head against his shoulder to really sell it. You can feel the heat of Jay's glare from across the room, but you don't really care about that right now; the mission comes first.

"Thanks for the drink," Adam grins, and when they still stand there, he arches both brows and physically shoos them away, "You can go now." After they practically run for their lives, you can't hold it in anymore, and you turn into him, giggling against his chest, which rumbles with a few laughs of his own.