Chicago Pd Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Groaning, I roll toward the alarm clock and slap it. My eyelids feel like they've been cemented shut. Prying them open takes a Herculean effort. Unable to force my limbs into action, I lay in bed as memories of yesterday assault me. Roman is an undercover police officer. Never in a million years could I have foreseen this. If anything, I'd wondered if he worked for the Russians. But the police? The Chicago PD?

She covered her mouth, her glossy red nails in my view. “It didn’t look as bad as it sounds. I wanted it, and he isn’t really a bad guy. He protects me. He doesn’t make me do whatever I don’t want to do—” “You do realize this is the same man they call the Shadow of Chicago?” she said in disbelief. “Yes, I know!” “And you had sex with him!” “We had something!” I almost yelled. Joyce stilled, her expression unreadable. “What else? Did you join the Mafia?” she asked. Her tone was calm and it was scary.

Chapter 2 Fucking Chicago, the iconic “Windy City” and the historical playground of Al Capone, my personal favorite gangster. Here I am, stepping out of my sleek private jet that just touched down at a secluded terminal in O’Hare airport. The sharp breeze instantly caresses my face, a stark reminder that I’ve entered unfamiliar territory. My purpose here is clear: to reclaim what rightfully belongs to me.

“I’ll call you right back.” He hung up before I could respond. The room suddenly felt smaller and air tighter, heavier. My mind started spiraling. No. No, she’s fine. Maybe her phone died. Maybe she fell asleep early. But my gut told me different. My gut knew. I snatched my phone off the nightstand and called Chicago PD. “Chicago Police Department, Precinct 37. How may I direct your call?” “Can you connect me to Detective Alex?” “I’m sorry, sir. He’s off duty tonight. Would you like me to forward you to another detective?”

“Investigators are following all leads including her famous employer.” Claire Russo added that Yang’s employer at PPS, Richard Mackenzie, couldn’t be reached for comment. Had he reached out to me because he’d known? A shiver crawled up the backs of my arms and I rubbed them. In the next clip, Detective Jeff Lohmann of the Chicago Police Department stood at a podium to give a statement. Years ago, he and my dad had been partners, and he remained a close family friend. Now, he was chief homicide detective of the Chicago PD Violent Crimes Division.

The following evening, Izzy sat in the penthouse’s living room, staring absently at the skyline. The city lights twinkled against the dark, sprawling expanse of Chicago, a glittering sea of distractions that mirrored the chaos in her mind. The file she’d found in Liam’s office haunted her thoughts, the suspicions it stirred refusing to let her rest.

The sirens didn’t stop at the street. They climbed the fire escape. Metal clanged outside the sixth-floor window boots on the ladder, heavy breathing fogging the glass. Julian was already moving. He yanked the duffel from the floor, pistol in one hand, burner in the other. I pulled on jeans and a hoodie in seconds, heart slamming so hard it hurt my ribs. The sirens were joined by shouts muffled through the walls. “Chicago PD! Open the door! We have a warrant!”

Tears rolled down her cheeks, "Your father is never going to stop." I took a step backward, "He loves me." The words sounded weak even to my own ears. Perla's expression broke, "Oh my sweet girl. You need to listen carefully. There's enough cash to get you there." My head shook automatically, "No." The fitting room suddenly felt like it was closing around me. The guards. Dad. Chicago. Mom. Nothing made sense. Nothing. "Your father has friends all over New York. Powerful friends. Men who owe him favors. Men who look the other way when he asks them to but Chicago is different. The Capones and the Costellos hate each other and we're going to use that hate for ourselves."

What had he gotten himself into? "Unfortunately, that's not what the Chicago Police Department believes. I understand you've already wrestled the case away from them, but let's not forget that Senator Spalding is a close friend of the police commissioner. I suspect the senator is exerting pressure to swiftly solve this case. Furthermore, I imagine your superiors will face severe backlash for the manner in which you snatched the case from under their noses, making accusations without evidence. Lastly, I venture to guess that the Chicago PD is eager to talk to Emily. While she may not be a prime suspect, one can never be certain of what anyone is capable of. She undoubtedly possesses valuable

Amelia shook her head, tears running down her cheeks. “Repeat the vows, babe.” I smiled at her. Amelia's voice broke and she exhaled a shuddering breath. “I…” “Say it, Amelia!” I tightened the grip on the gun. She was still trembling and I was losing my patience. “Don't make me regret being merciful, Amelia. Repeated the fucking vows!” I yelled. Besides she could respond, footsteps echoed outside the cathedral and my heart leapt to my throat. Who was here? “Chicago PD! Put your hands in the air!” Came the call from outside.