"My place?" Jay asks, breaking the silence. We discussed this before, jokingly, Jay and Vanessa and I. We said that if we were to get quarantined, Jay and I would do it at his place, so Vanessa could stay at mine. We were just fooling around, and I didn't expect it to actually happen. Except it did. And I don't have a better plan than to nod my head at his question and watch the small smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. What the hell did I get myself into? ---- Note: This story takes place before Chicago PD 8x03 happens (rather somewhere pre Season 8). No fixed update schedule, but I'll likely be updating once or twice a week! This is the very first version and as usual, I might majorly edit the whole book once it's done, so be kind. All rights reserved, have fun reading! I'd love to hear your opinions, so please comment or vote if you like... Apart from the One Chicago characters / cast, this story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to other real persons, living or dead, or to other stories is purely coincidental.