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Noah had finally fallen asleep and all Olivia wanted was to finally sit down and take a moment for herself. Her mind was still spinning from the case they managed to close finally, it was one of the tough ones and it had taken a toll on her whole team. She was halfway to her sofa when her cell phone decided it was too much to ask for any time to relax.
She answered the call, stationary between her kitchen and her sofa. Her eyes landed on the clock in the corner of her living room. It was only half past nine, but it felt like she had been awake for years.
"Sergeant Benson." A gruff voice spoke through the receiver. A smile threatened to crawl across her lips. The voice was familiar, for it belonged to a man who intrigued her.
"Sergeant Voight." She responded, travelling the remaining distance between her and her comfortable sofa. "Please don't tell me you have another case for me." She said before realising how it sounded.
She could practically hear the smirk pouring off Voight's lips as he spoke, "I wasn't aware that you would be okay with social calls." He teased her. She couldn't help but smile, Voight wasn't exactly the kind of man she would have expected to be the teasing type yet there they were a phone between them, and he was the type apparently.
"I mean, it's never good news having these crimes happening in any city, especially the home of a friend." She expanded. This wasn't coming out the way she meant it, or maybe it was.
"Well you're in luck." Voight surprised her, "I'm not calling about a case, more along the lines of the police working them." He knew this phone call may come across as unnecessary but he didn’t really know who else he could turn to, who else he respected enough to give him sound advice.
"What do you mean?" She asked, quirking her eyebrow upward despite the fact that he couldn't see her movement.
"Your detectives are involved with each other, on a personal level." Voight prompted her. She could tell by the change in his voice that this wasn't a comfortable conversation for him.
She shuffled in her position, grabbing hold of one of her cushions, cuddling into it as she spoke softly. "I try not to get involved in anyone's business. But I'm aware of some personal involvement, yes." She smiled at the fact that she already knew exactly who Voight was talking about and why he was calling her of all people.
"I see." Voight didn't speak for a few moments, she didn't know what he was thinking, he was hard to read in the best of times.
"Are you inquiring because of Erin and Halstead?" She asked him curiously. It would make the most sense. She'd seen the way that boy looked at Erin the last time they'd collaborated. At the time she was preoccupied with the case, but she'd definitely seen it.
"I have a rule." Voight told her finally. She could tell that he was opening himself up, she just didn't understand why he was opening up to her. "No in house romances, but the pair of them are making it difficult to enforce."
She chuckled, "Maybe you need a new rule." She hadn’t pictured Voight as the kind of man who followed them very often, it was enlightening for her seeing this side of him for the very first time.
"I may break a lot of rules, but I was hoping this one would stay intact."
"I'm sorry to break it to you but the heart wants what the heart wants, if they're falling for each other, the harder you try to stop it." She paused.
"The harder they'll fall." Voight finished, she could hear him sighing but never mentioned it. She didn't know why he was so worried about this, she knew Erin had a history with him but she never knew all the details. But she could tell he was very protective of her, they all were.
"I'm not sure what you want me to say Hank, if it were me in your position..."
"You think I should let them date?" It was more of a statement than a question, she could tell he wasn’t entirely convinced just yet, but she hoped he would come around soon.
"I really do. I may not know them as well as you do but from what I've seen they could both do a lot worse than each other." It was the complete and honest truth, she’d noticed the way the young partners interacted with each other and with the victims, they were good honest people and she couldn’t think of any better match for either of them even though she hardly knew them.
"Thanks for your insight." He said softly, mulling over their conversation. He had a lot to think about.
"Any time." She told him and she meant it. She was always happy to help.
"I should let you get some sleep. It's getting late."
"Yeah, thanks for calling."
"I'll talk to you soon."
"Hank, you can call me any time. Even for things unrelated to work." She told him, wanting to make sure that he knew that.
Voight chuckled, "I might take you up on that."
"I hope you do."
"Goodnight Benson."
"Goodnight Voight."