Chicago Pd Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I walked back to the office, grabbed my coat, and looked out over the yard one last time. Sarah would hold the warehouse. She was smart. Loyal. Or so I thought. Liam would ride with me. He’d learn. Or he’d die. And Chicago would get what it paid for. I crushed the cigarette under my boot and smiled. Let the night come.

I have the feeling that I'm already going to have enough trouble on my hands with the Chicago Police Department because of Dante's little stunt, and we certainly don't need to add the DMV to the list of government agencies that we're warring with. The city passes by, and by the time Gio pulls in front of the local precinct, energy is buzzing under my skin. I do a mental catalog of everyone I have met and "worked" with at this precinct, and a slow smile curls up my lips as I get out of the car and pull my sleeves straight. "Do you need backup?" Gio asks, rolling down the window. His brow is furrowed, his expression tense, and for the first time during this entire clusterfuck of a morning, I a

I squeezed my eyes shut, shivering so hard the phone vibrated against my ear. "And I got in," I whispered, the irony of it feeling like a sick joke, "Chicago. I got the admission, I can finally leave. But if I lose him... if he’s gone like my parents... I can’t live, Dani. I know every version of him, I know how he breathes when he’s stressed. I know his moods before he does. We have spent so long around each other that I don't know where I will end if he disappears."Dani couldn't say anything

Janna turned back to tease Chicago. Chicago, with a dreamy smile, thinking about the wonderful dream she had last night, and as if afraid someone else might hear, whispered, "Grandma Janna, Chicago wants to find a handsome husband for Mommy, what do you think?" Janna was taken aback but lightly slapped her knee and laughed, "Oh my darling girl, you think just like me! I've been trying to find a handsome husband for your mother for so long!" Chicago's eyes immediately lit up, and it seemed like the two had a moment of telepathy.

Nicole picked them up. "Chicago PD – Organized Crime Taskforce," Nicole read off then glanced to Pamela. "ATF, Homeland Security, FBI, FBI, Chicago PD – Homicide, Federal Marshall and Federal Marshall." "What?" Pamela said between bites of her veggie omelet. "I took their identification, not their wallets. Do you want me to go back for those too...and their keys?" "No. We have risked Mr. Nyilas' freedom enough for one meal," Nicole shot back. She took Tiger Lily's empty plate, dumped the ID's on it then covered the pile with her handkerchief.

“Let’s just get this over with.” When we finally reached the fourth floor, we stopped in front of Rob's apartment—number 4C. The door was scratched and chipped, with a rusted doorknob that looked like it hadn’t been turned in years. I stepped forward, knocking on the door firmly. We waited. No sound came from inside. I knocked again, louder this time. “Chicago PD,” I called out. “Open up.” Still nothing. Lee looked at me, his brows furrowed.The waiter said Rob lived with his brother who usually stays out of the town.

Chapter 1: Pier 12 Shadows ETHAN’S POV I crouched behind a rusted crate at Pier 12, the Chicago night air biting at my knuckles, my Glock heavy in my hand. Two years undercover with the FBI, and I was this close to taking down Lucian “The Reaper” Moretti, Chicago’s most ruthless mafia kingpin. I’d risen to his right-hand man as “Evan,” a name that felt like a second skin now, but every moment near him was a tightrope walk over a pit of snakes.

Niko POV I woke this morning eating my favorite meal then took her body slow but hard. So many ways that woman made me feel and it always left me wanting more from her. After I woke the second time, I had five messages from the Chicago families. Grasso attacked them last night because I had their kids. My Chicago allies lost twelve men and are now in hiding. I have to go there with back up and I needed to bring the kids with me just in case I had to bargain with them.

But what they didn’t know was that he was a playboy, who had almost tasted every girl and every boy in the neighborhood. He believed in one night stands only. Totally fuck and leave with no strings attached. He never turned back after leaving the rooms. Yet the girls would keep drooling and begging him for another night of pleasure. And now, he was bored because he had tasted all flowers in the garden and no one attracted him anymore. "Uhmm Daniel". They all were in thoughts when Daniel heard a rather hesitant mentioning if his name from Wyatt. "Hmmmm"? "Have you heard about umm Jack Charles, he is doing a PHD in Business Management". Wyatt was spinning the bottle lightly between his finger