Summary: Jay Halstead is a man of many secrets, but they seem to start spilling out when he develops feelings for his boss, Hank Voight. Mpreg. Slash. JayxVoight. ErinxNadia.

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Pairings: Hank Voight/Jay Halstead, OMC/Jay Halstead, Erin Lindsay/Nadia Decotis, Kim Burgess/Sean Roman, mentions of Kim Burgess/Adam Ruzek

Warnings: homosexuality, male pregnancy, past male pregnancy, violence, many other possibilities.

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Jay cursed under his breath looking at the time on his phone. He was running late and his boss would not be happy. He thought back to this morning before he left home.

"Evan! We have to go!" Jay yelled, once again rushing from the kitchen. The young detective went up the stairs and to the first room on the right. The door was wide open and a small child, no older than four years old, was standing in the room with tears in his eyes. Jay walked over and kneeled down in front of the boy. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Jay looked over the child's face and body, looking for any signs of injury. Evan's blue eyes were glued on his shoes. His brown shaggy hair falling into his eyes. "I can't tie my shoes like you, Daddy." The child cried. Jay just smiled and moved his hands to his son's shoes. The laces were knotted together.

"You're okay, Ev. You did your best. Nothing to cry about, buddy." Jay said softly, looking into Evan's eyes. He worked the knots loose and tied the little boy's shoes the way they were suppose to be. He leaned back on his heels and looked at the boy once more. "See, baby boy. Nothing to cry about. You're still learning. Soon you'll be able to tie them like I can." He stood up and picked up the four year old before placing him on his hip. Jay walked out of the room and made his way to the door. He grabbed his coat and his son's and quickly put them on. Grabbing his last minute items, he left the apartment and locked the door behind him.

The brunette grinned to himself as he entered District 21. He had woken up late cause he stayed up almost the entire night due to Evan having nightmares. He blamed himself for running behind schedule. He was late dropping off his son with his nanny, a sweet middle aged mom named Clara Rogers.

Jay put in his codes and made his way up the stairs to the Intelligence Unit floor. Everyone was already at their desks, talking to one another. Jay slipped behind Atawater and sat down at his desk. Erin looked up from the case file she was reading and cocked an eyebrow. "You look like hell, Jay."

"Didn't get much sleep is all." Halstead replied, with a smile on his face. He sighed and looked down to the case file he knew Nadia had to of put there. He was starting to really worry about Evan. He's been having nightmares almost every night for the past two weeks and the child wouldn't tell him what they were about.

Voight came out of his office and looked around at the detectives in the room. Jay peered up to his boss' face, taking in the cold features that somehow made butterflies come to his stomach.

"This case was brought to me personally. Three victims all shot execution style with a letter written in blood on a wall, floor, or any place near the victim. I don't know what they stand for or mean but we have the best detectives of Chicago in this room. Figure it out." Voight said plainly before Ruzek stood up and went to the white board.

"Victim one was killed in Valentino Bar in Beverly. The letter left with him was a J." The dirty blonde stated, posting the picture on the board. "The victims name was Matthew Colace."

"The second victim, Charles Martin was found in a warehouse outside of Canaryville. The letter M was left on the wall by his head." Antonio Dawson added, handing the photo to Adam. Jay opened up his case file and began reading the details when Erin stood up.

Lindsay went to the board and placed the third victim's photo by Martin's. "Hadley Sawyer was the third victim. Found dead at Riverton Apartments with the letter H on the floor beside him."

"J.. M.. H.." Jay whispered to himself, his eyes widening. He sucked in a breath and bit his lip. It couldn't be. Not now.