Disclaimer: I don't own Chicago PD or One Tree Hill.

A/N: Hey, Just an idea if Chicago PD and One Tree Hill were thrown into the same universe... of course only if Erin wasn't there. Otherwise Linstead forever lol ;-)

First Date

Jay POV

"So, are you going to call her man?" Adam asks as he nurses his beer.

"Nah man, not my type."

"Well, what is your type dude? You never date." Kevin joins in downing his shot.

"I don't know… just not that." I shrug looking to find an out of this conversation.

If I'm being honest I focus on my work and nothing else, since getting back from Afghanistan I find it hard to commit.

Guilt eats away at me when I try, just thinking of the men and women who never made it back to their loved ones.

"That's not an answer. Let me set you up." Adam presses again.

"No, man. Really, It'll happen when the time is right. With the right woman."

"That's the lamest thing I've ever heard. What kind of chick do you like? Tough cop… lawyer, doctor?" Adam presses while my eyes flicker around the room, they land on a distressed brunette at the bar.

It's like the wind is knocked out of me when my eyes land on her, she's petite, dark haired and gorgeous.

"Her." I don't even realise the mumble slips past my lips as I get up and cross the bar.

"Come on honey, let me buy you a drink." A guy is leaning close to the mystery brunette with a slur in his voice.

"I'll tell you what…" She lures him in with a sweet smile and sultry hazel eyes.

"Go fuck yourself, because never in a million years will I go home with you." She tilts her head innocently and his jaw drops.

"Hey, listen here you little bitch." Anger consumes his voice.

"No, you listen. She's not interested, so beat it." I place a hand forcefully on his shoulder and they both turn to look at me.

Her beautiful eyes both curious and annoyed, the conflicting feelings throw me, but not as much as the depth in her eyes when we lock gazes.

"You beat it, she's with me." The guy says as he shrugs my hand off.

"Actually, I'm not." She rolls her eyes with attitude.

"Yeah, I'm her boyfriend so get lost." I slam my badge on the bar letting him know I'm a cop, the guy backs away with his hands raised in defeat.

"Hey, I'm Jay." I take a seat at the bar with my hand out.

"I hope you don't expect a thank you." She raises an eyebrow, her voice full of attitude.

"I don't… but it would be nice." She scoffs and I smirk.

"For what? I had that covered; I'm not some damsel in distress."

"I was just trying to help." I try and placate her, interested in knowing more about her.

"For what? A thank you." Implication clouds her tone.

"Just to help you. If I got a thank you, then cool but if not that's fine. For the record though I would want a normal one… not what you're implying."

She bites her lips, deciding whether to believe me.

"I had it covered. I can handle myself." The fire in her eyes catches me by surprise, her fierceness a breath of fresh air.

"I know, but there's nothing wrong with accepting a helping hand now and then."

"I guess." She shrugs still looking at me.

"Besides, I wanted an excuse to talk to you." She can't help the smile that covers her face.

"Really?" Her eyes are twinkling.

"Really. I saw you from over there and I couldn't look away… I want to know you…" I trail off unsure of her name.

"Brooke."

"Jay Halstead. Nice to meet you Brooke..." I put my hand back out, attempting to elicit a last name.

"You don't know who I am?" She questions as her hand finally meets mine, my eyes briefly flicker down to our joined hands.

"Should I?"

"I'm Brooke Davis." She's searching my face for any sign of recognition.

"Sorry, the name doesn't mean anything to me." I shrug apologetic.

"It really doesn't?" She's hopeful and it confuses me.

"No, sorry." When we realize our hands are still joined, she pulls away with a quick flustered glance.

"Don't be sorry. It's nice to meet someone who just wants to know me for me… and who doesn't know who I am." She's showing off her perfect smile and I smile back.

"Good. Well we're on the same page because you don't know me either." She giggles at me before turning her body to face me.

"You going to buy me a drink?" She raises an eyebrow, her hazel eyes twinkling.

"Depends, are you going to tell me what you do Brooke?" I lean forward so our heads are leaning towards each other.

"If you're interested." She fires back without missing a beat.

"Oh, very interested." She bows her head shyly and I signal the bar tender to give her a refill and order a beer for myself.

"So, you're a cop?" She brings the conversation back around to me.

"Yeah, a detective."

"That's amazing… I have a lot of respect for cops. I don't know how you do it." Her hazel eyes are honest and sincere.

"I couldn't imagine doing anything else, it was a natural step for me."

"How so?" She asks taking a sip of her drink.

"I was in the military. A ranger."

"Uhhh. Should have picked it. I'm good at reading people…"

"So what about you Brooke?" It's my turn to steer the conversation back to her.

"I'm a fashion designer."

"You must be well known if people know who you are." I pry further.

"I guess you can say that. Have you heard of Clothes over Bros?"

"Sounds familiar… I guess." I shrug again and she smiles, light in her eyes.

"I started the fashion line in High School and it just grew from there. I've been based in New York for a few years but looking for a change in scenery and Chicago is a beautiful city."

"It is." I move my hand along to bar to place it in her hand and she looks down with a coy smile to stare at our joined hands.

"It's getting late." She slips her hand from mine and gets up, my smile slips from my face.

"Yeah." I mumble my reply as she turns to leave; she freezes and takes a deep breath before turning back.

"Walk me home?" She sounds unsure and my smile is back.

"I'd love to." We leave the bar and into the chilly Chicago night, we pull our jackets tighter around ourselves as I slip my hand into hers.

She laces our fingers together and doesn't pull away this time.

We talk about small, unimportant things on the way to her apartment and when we arrive at the door to her building she turns to me with a smile.

"So, Detective Halstud, you going to ask me out or what?" She smirks up at me, our warm hands still joined.

"I was getting there." I chuckle at her forwardness, knowing in this moment I need this woman in my life.

The pull towards her and the desire to know her consume me.

"Well get there already, I'm freezing my ass off out here." I can't help but chuckle at the beautiful woman in front of me who speaks her mind.

"Will you go out with me Brooke?"

"I'd love to. Call me." She hands me her business card and disappears into her building, I stand in the street watching her disappear.

A/N: There will be around 4 parts, let me know what you think so far. :-)