Author's Note: Hey all! I was surprised how many reviews my one shot for Hank and Erin got, so I decided to keep writing for Chicago PD. This one will be a multi-chapter story. I hope you like! Please let me know what you think; I love reviews! It takes place in the present time (mid-season 3).


CHAPTER 1

Erin grabbed her towel, wrapping it around herself as she stepped out of the shower onto the cold tile floor. She quickly dried off, grabbing her fresh pair of clothes off of the counter to change into. Once she was dressed, she brushed her hair. The blow dryer hummed to life, the warm air felt nice against her scalp. She put the appliance away, grabbing her makeup out of the drawer. Satisfied with the way she looked in the mirror, Erin opened the door, only to freeze when she saw a man sitting on her couch, handgun trained at her head.

"Hello Erin, it's been a long time hasn't it?" he asked nonchalantly.

Erin gritted her teeth, not believing who she was seeing casually lounging in her living room. Her gun was sitting in the top drawer of her nightstand in her bedroom, on the opposite side of her apartment. She had no reason to bring it in the bathroom with her while she got ready for work. Although now she wished she had. "Yeah it has. What are you doing here Kyle?" She slowly crept one hand behind her, back into the bathroom, reaching for the pair of tweezers she knew was laying on the counter.

"Ah-ah!" he scolded, sitting straight up. "Put your hands where I can see them."

Erin pursed her lips. Her hand brushed against her jeans as she brought them out in front of her, subtly sliding the tweezers into her pocket. She held both of her palms towards Kyle, showing him she was unarmed.

"You forget Erin, I know you. I know your tricks." He got up, slowly approaching her.

Erin held her breath, wondering if that meant he caught her pocketing the tweezers. "You don't know me," she spat. "You knew the drug addict, the alcoholic, the street kid. You don't know who I am now. And you have no idea what will happen to you when my department finds out you're holding one of their best detectives hostage," she warned.

The man scoffed, "you're a cop?!" He ran a hand through his hair, agitatedly waving the gun in Erin's face. "You gave up everything to become one of the pigs we were always on the run from?! Geeze Erin, what the fuck?!"

"I gave up the life I was living for a better one," she defended. "One where I didn't always have to look over my shoulder, worry when I would get my next fix, wonder if I would live to see tomorrow. I'm done with that shit Kyle."

Kyle moved into Erin's personal space, his face mere inches from hers. "You were taken from us by that dumbass cop, and obviously brainwashed into becoming one as well."

Erin moved her face even closer, "Hank saved me, took me off the streets and gave me food, shelter, and a family that actually cared what the fuck happened to me!" she yelled, her face hard. She didn't like anyone dissing her real family.

"I cared! Bunny cared!" Kyle shouted, spit flying out of his mouth.

Erin's face hardened, "like hell she cared! She's the reason I was the way I was! Stoned out of my mind and left to fend for myself!"

"Oh come on Erin," he rolled his eyes. "You were living the good life with us. Don't you remember all the good times? Like the time we went to the state fair? I want that back Erin, I want you back."

Erin stared at him incredulously. Did he seriously think that was ever going to happen?! "Kyle, I've moved on, and you need to do the same."

Kyle pursed his lips, shaking his head. "No, no I've tried that, but you," he shook the gun in her direction. "We were so good together. I need you and in time, you'll come to realize you need me too." He wiped a hand down his face. "You'll see."

"It's not going to happen Kyle. If you put the gun down now, I'll let you walk out of here, no charges. You haven't done anything that can't be undone," she tried to reason with him, watching the weapon closely.

He seemed to become even more antsy, "I can't do that Erin, I can't. You're coming with me."

Erin noticed his fidgety behavior, his dilated pupils, the sheen of sweat on his forehead. Shit, he was high. There was no telling what he'd do in this state. Even if he didn't mean to shoot her, he wasn't in his right mind and he could accidentally pull that trigger. "Kyle, I'm not leaving this apartment," she stated slowly and adamantly.

He pushed the muzzle into her chest, "yes you are, now," he demanded. Erin weighed her options, knowing she couldn't let Kyle take her anywhere. She needed to stay where her team could find her. "Let's go! Move!" He shoved her with the gun. "Turn around and walk."

As Erin turned her shoulder, she slipped the tweezers into her hand, jabbing them into Kyle's neck. He staggered backwards. She quickly disarmed him, leaning down to pick the gun up but before she could, a knee slammed into her stomach. She coughed loudly, the wind knocked out of her. She kicked the gun out of his reach as he was about to snatch it up. Growling in anger, he tackled her to the ground, hitting her head on the corner of the couch and smashing her coffee table in the process. His hands circled her throat, cutting off her oxygen supply. Her hand shoved his face away. She bucked, trying to roll him off of her. She grabbed the tweezers still sticking out of his neck, noticing she had missed his artery as blood flowed normally out of the wound. She tried to stab him again, but his hand caught her arm in the act, slamming it to the ground. While he was distracted, she grabbed the leg of her broken table, swinging it like a bat into the side of his head, knocking him off of her. She was able to roll him over, slamming her fist into his face. He groaned as she dove for the gun. Her fingers had just brushed against the cool metal when she felt a hard object whack into the back of her head. Her vision swam. She realised she was laying on the floor again. Two men came into view, but her eyes refused to focus. She tried to pull the gun towards her but before she could, a boot kicked her cheek roughly fading everything to black.

"I heard some commotion in here. Bitch got one up on ya huh Kyle?" the new man chuckled.

Kyle wiped the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, I knew she was stubborn but she never used to be this much of a fighter." He went into the kitchen, coming out with a dish towel pressed against his neck to staunch the bleeding. "Let's get going before anyone else decides to see what all that noise was about."


Jay looked over to the empty desk across from his for the fourth time in the past ten minutes. His partner was fifteen minutes late. Erin was never late. If anything, she was usually at least fifteen minutes early, beating him to their desks.

"Halstead," Voight called from his office.

Jay sighed, pushing up out of his chair. He walked into Hank's office. The older man motioned with his head for Jay to close the door behind him. Once the door clicked signaling it was shut, Jay took a seat. He could see the how agitated and worried his sergeant was. "What's going on?" he asked immediately.

Hank ran a hand over his face. "Erin's late. I called her cell phone three times, no answer. It's not like her to be late, especially without calling me to let me know. Last time this happened was after Nadia died. I had Mouse ping her phone. It's still at her apartment. I don't know what it is, but I've got a bad feeling."

"It's not just you," Halstead confirmed his own fears.

Hank nodded, his suspicions verified. "You and I are going to go check her apartment. Hopefully we'll just find her in a pissed off mood because we broke her door down." Hank slid his coat on from the rack, Jay following him out of the office and grabbing his own jacket from the back of his chair on the way out.