Chicago Pd Fanfiction Jay Novels & Stories

Jay nodded once. “What I know,” he began, “is that he doesn’t like fire.” A slow smile tugged at my mouth despite the tension. “He hates fire,” Jay emphasized. “He runs from it.” I felt something inside me sit up straighter. Fire? My powers brings flames, good thing I was basically turning into a walking flame thrower. “And if he sees me,” Jay added, “he’ll be caught off guard.” His lips curved slightly, but it wasn’t amusement. “He won’t expect to see me standing with you. Not after everything.”

“And in Chicago, which was both better and worse. I had lots of guards.” “You had a stalker?” I frown, wondering where this person might be now. She gives me a wry look. “He saw me in a magazine. Had a vision we were married. With kids, no less. He had a very elaborate life cooked up.” “What happened to him?” “Got too close for comfort.” Jay slides out the driver’s side. When he opens the passenger door for Sierra, he continues, “Ended up being committed to a psychiatric ward by his family.”