Silent Night - Chicago PD (Day 4)
Summary: When silent night takes on a whole new meaning.
Pairing: Chicago pd x reader
Word Count: 631
Warning(s): Angst, mentions drugs, mentions guns, a shot out, mentions death/killing someone, being shot, mentions blood, etc.
They had arrived at the warehouse with the narcotics unit, ready for the big drug bust. Like the members of Intelligence, she wasn’t all too thrilled to be working with unit. She loathed the narcotics unit with a passion. The narcotics unit was mean, nasty, cold-hearted and did most of everything half-assed. And to top things off, they were always quick to put the blame on someone and close the case rather than solve it and bring the right person to justice. She despised police officers like that.
Y/n exited the vehicle, adjusting her vest and making sure everything was strapped on correctly. The last thing she needed was her vest to come loose and have it fall off mid bust.
“Alright everyone,” the narcotics boss called out. Everyone gathered round to hear the game plan. “For months people have been dying left and right of a highly illegal drug called cloud. It’s a nasty concoction of two different drugs in one. If we manage to take out this drug operation, then it’ll be a major blow to the distributor,”
“And these people are highly dangerous and won’t hesitate to kill, so keep your eyes open at all times,” Voight’s eyes scanned at the group of officers in front of him. They were all armed and ready for what's in store. But before they could enter the warehouse, shots were fired.
Everyone scrambled for cover.
“Where the hell did those shots come from,” Y/n heard someone yell. She poked her head over the hood of the car, trying to look from where the shots were coming from, only to duck back down when shots rang out.
"How did they even know we were coming?" Y/n mumbled under her breath.
From beside her, Jay replied, "They must have a source from the inside."
For several minutes the gunshots continued. It sounded like an endless stream of bullets. Once again, she peeked her head over the hood of the car. "I can't get a good angle,"
"You want me to cover you?" Jay asked.
"Yeah. On the count of three,"
On the count of three, she quickly moved from behind the car to behind a rusted wall of the warehouse. Putting her rifle up to her eye, and looked through the scope. She spotted where one of the shooters was and popped off a shot, killing them. “One shooter is down,” she shouted out, not knowing if anyone heard her.
Y/n needed to move again. But this time, she didn’t have anyone to cover her, so she’d be vulnerable. Being shot was a risk she was willing to take. And if she were to be shot, or worse, killed, then lord giveth and taketh away.
Taking a deep breath, she briefed a hail Mary before moving from behind the wall to a stack of concrete dividers. The thing is, she wasn’t fast enough. The shot rang out and hit her just below her vest and above her jeans. A loud scream of pain left her mouth as she hit the ground. She was quick to apply pressure, but hissed when her hand met with the wound. Her heart began to race. Was she dying? She certainly felt like she was.
She laid on the cold, wet concrete staring up at the darkened sky. Through her blurred vision, y/n could tell that the moon and stars were brighter than normal. Was the good lord calling for her to come home?
The snow was starting to be stained red with blood. Y/n struggled to keep her eyes open. The light was getting brighter and brighter. She could feel herself slip away. With a smile on her face, she closed her eyes.
That ending was really dark.
Ps. I didn’t have this done and so I slaved all day to finish, edit and post this. And it will be the same with the rest of the 12 days of Christmas. Oops.
