A/N: I know, I suck. Still haven't updated Finding my way back to you... or Fate. Try not to hate me too much lol

However Caterina on twitter posted this little snippet/ prompt and here I am... (the words you are looking for will be in Part 2)

Someone also asked for my thoughts/ story on the finale, while I don't think this is going to happen. The possibilities are endless, but this scenario fits with the prompt I saw on twitter... Sort of. I guess...

Enjoy!

The Fall

Erin POV

"Hey." Jay's soft voice pulls me from my thoughts, eyes lifting from the coffee on my desk.

"Hey." He perches himself on the edge of my desk, eyes soft as they stare down at me.

"Things have been crazy the last few weeks."

"Yeah." I breathe out, eyes flicking over to Hank's office.

"Feels different than in the past."

"Yeah, Hank has to really watch himself. They'll use any excuse."

"We all do Erin, they have this unit under a microscope right now."

"I know, one small mistake and we're done." My voice is a whisper, trying to will it out of existence.

"Watch yourself, yeah?" My hazel eyes search his, there is a fear resting just beneath the surface.

"You care?" I know it's not fair to him the second it slips through my lips. My empty apartment, cold bed and his disappearing scent have been slowly wearing through my forgiveness.

"Just because I'm working things out doesn't mean I don't care."

"I know." My eyes fall closed ashamed to have even asked.

"Just be careful okay?"

"You too." It's silent for a few moments, his teeth worrying his bottom lip.

I raise an eyebrow encouraging the words to spill from his lips.

"So Bunny's back?" The words tumble out, a hand reaching up to the back of his neck.

"Yeah." I shake my head, eyes rolling back.

"What does she want?"

"You know, same old." I shrug up at him, feeling the distance between us.

"You're talking to your dad now I see?" I can feel the walls enclosing back around my heart as the bitter words tumble out.

"Yeah I am."

"That's new. Or maybe not, maybe you just forgot to tell me. Or intentionally didn't." Tears spring to my eyes, cracking my cold façade.

"Erin, that's not fair."

"I know, but it's been months Jay. When are you coming home?" My voice cracks, tears falling down my cheeks.

His soft fingers brush along my cheeks, wiping my tears.

"Don't." I whisper, his hand freezing.

"Is your dad okay?" I finally ask, having ignored the subject with Jay since it happened.

"Yeah, same old stubborn asshole." The anguished look on his face hitting me in the face.

"Then why are you talking to him again?" My eyebrows rise, as I lean back in my chair.

"Why are you talking to Bunny?" He fires back, his own eyebrow raised.

"Because she's the only mother I have. So I take it on the chin, every single time. Just like I took you walking out on the chin… if I don't have you… might as well have her. My family is getting pretty small otherwise." My mind is crowded with glimpses of Camille, Nadia and Justin, all of who were family to me.

"You'll always have me." I just raise an eyebrow.

"Whatever. Doesn't even matter." My eyes move to my computer screen as I tuck my legs under the desk and preoccupy myself with paperwork.

My body is on high alert; aware Jay hasn't moved an inch.

"For you." My eyes leave my computer screen at these two words.

"What?"

"You asked why I'm talking to my dad again. For you." My eyebrows scrunch together in a confused frown.

My hand wraps around the coffee mug before moving to the kitchen, searching for an escape.

Jay follows me in, eyes not leaving me.

"How is it for me?" I finally ask when it's clear he won't leave the subject unfinished.

"I hold a lot of anger towards him from that time in my life. I have to confront all of my baggage… I'm dealing with it to come back to you." I turn my body towards him, eyes searching his for the truth.

They find sincerity and comfort; I step closer to him, craving his arms to wrap me in an embrace.

"Bunny is just stirring up her usual trouble. Stomping on my heart…" He does exactly what I wish, pulling me into him.

I try and keep my tears at bay, but the moment his scent reaches my senses they fall down my cheeks.

"I'm here for you." His lips find my hair, he sighs as if he too is memorizing my scent.

"You are?" The words aren't bitter, but soft and curious.

"Always. I never left, not really." Insecurity is jarring me, begging me to push him away before I'm hurt again.

I pull him tighter, his scent melting away the insecurity and leaving behind only love and sorrow in their wake.

"Okay." I finally whisper, belief shining in my eyes as I pull back.

His hand caresses my cheek softly before I pull away, heading towards the door.

"Erin…" I pause, taking a deep breath and willing the tears to calm down.

"I'm doing better."

"I can tell. I'm happy for you." My lips are quivering, composure far from my reach.

"Erin… I just, I need you to know…" My body turns halfway around, not allowing myself to face him. Shielding my heart from his, delivering my final plea.

"Just get better Jay, come home to me."

"I'm almost there. Almost home." His whispered words both wound and soothe me.

"You okay?" Jay's voice once again pulls my thoughts away from my coffee.

"I don't know…" I turn to him, my hip resting against the bench in the break room.

"What's up?" His position mirrors my own, his hand resting on the bench right near mine.

My eyes watch as they inch towards each other, our pinky fingers hooking, and pulling comfort from the touch.

"Just woke up with a bad feeling. Like something big is going to happen today… Be careful okay?" I'm quite but the fear and pleading is blatant.

"I will. You too." His free hand caresses my cheek, I lean into it as I bring my hand up to wrap softly around his wrist.

"I can't shake this feeling…"

"I've got you." His whispered breath blows across my face, his minty breath tempting my lips to his.

"It's not me I'm worried about." My heart races, realization landing in Jay's gaze.

"I'll be okay."

"Promise?" Jay inches forward, our foreheads drifting closer.

"Promise." He whispers as we hear Hank clear his throat.

"We've got a case." We pull apart quickly, coughing awkwardly before following Hank out to the rest of the unit.

Jay and I perch on the ends of our respective desks, ignoring their questioning looks.

"Madeline Parker." My heart breaks instantly, pain filling my gaze as I look at the picture of a young girl on the board.

"How old is she?" My whisper quiet but deadly, rage at the animal that did this.

"Eight."

"What happened?" I turn to look at Jay; his arms crossed over his chest a look of hard resolve on his face.

"Raped and strangled." My eyes flutter closed briefly.

"Suspect?"

"They are running DNA for a hit but there are two similar cases…" I raise an eyebrow waiting for Hank to continue.

"Darren Sharpe." I push off my desk, arms crossed as I look into the dark brown eyes shining up at me from the photo.

"He was arrested for both, but the states attorney couldn't make either case stick."

"Did they have DNA?" Jay too is standing, waiting for an answer.

"No."

"So he's finally fucked up?" My words are harsh as my hands drop to my hips.

"Yes, so let's bring him in. He works at some warehouse in West Englewood so Lindsay and Halstead; I want you to sit on his work. Atwater and Ruzek on his house. Upton, get me a warrant. Let's bring him in, we've got eyes on us." His eyes land on Hailey briefly; still on edge from the robbery case she stepped on, stirring up trouble for the unit.

No one says a word but we feel her placement up here is a trap for anyone who steps out of line.

"Oh god." The disgusted whisper falls through my lips as Jay and I read through Madeline's autopsy on the Ipad.

"We need to get this guy." Jay's voice is low and lethal; I swallow before taking in each line on his face.

I note the haunted look his eyes adopt every time a kid is involved, before recently I assumed it was because of his kind heart, such a young and innocent victim put through something horrific and taken from the world much too soon.

Now I've been left to wonder if it's connected to his military past.

After the recent revelations and his PTSD, my mind wonders through the countless scenarios.

"You get this look in your eyes, when it's a kid. Why?" The question falls out of my lips before I even register I've spoken.

I hold my breath waiting to be pushed away, for Jay to close down right in front of me.

He's never opened up about his past before, vague references slipping through but nothing of substance.

"When I was on my second tour…" He trails off, swallowing harshly.

Shock fills me at his words, thrown that he's opening up to me, especially when it's surrounding great pain in his life.

"My unit breached a mud hut, we were working our way through a terror organization, trying to get to the top. We were informed that the man who lived there was the next link… we went in hot."

His eyes are focused out the window and on the warehouse, not daring to look at me.

"The target was having dinner with his family. He pulled out a gun and we fired back, that split second decision will haunt me forever."

"Why?" The word doesn't want to escape my mouth, sensing where this story will end.

"I got his son with a stray bullet. Mouse got the mum in the shoulder, she was okay but the sound of her screams as I tried to stop the bleeding on her son… will never leave me." His eyes drop to his hands, almost as if he's remembering the bright red stains.

I reach over, my hand slipping in his and entwining our fingers.

Jay's wearing a face full of shame, his fearful eyes not meeting mine.

"When I see a kid… I just. I'm right back there; I don't feel like I have right to feel rage, like I'm a hypocrite. I need them to pay for it. Because I never did." His final words are a knife through my heart.

"Jay. You are paying for it everyday, it hasn't left you."

"It's not enough."

"It wasn't your fault Jay." He just shrugs at me.

"I'm sorry you're in pain. I wish I could take it away." Our hands continue to hold each others, Jay's eyes are on the warehouse and mine on his tortured face.

"That's him." I nod towards the warehouse as Jay and I finally release hands, I radio the update through to Hank.

After ten tense minutes the unit pulls up and we exit the truck, moving to strap our bulletproof vests on.

"Halstead and Lindsay around the back, Ruzek and Atwater the side and we'll get the front." We nod at Hank's order before following running to the rear of the warehouse.

Jay and I take the back of the warehouse, his posture still stiff with tension from the talk in the car.

The grief on his face and the revenge in his eyes giving me pause as we enter with our guns raised.

We're quiet and quick as we walk through the back rooms, clearing them in search of the suspect.

"Chicago PD, freeze!" We see him at the same time, Jay making our presence known.

Sharpe's back is to us, his hands in his coat pockets.

"Chicago PD, hands where we can see them! Nice and slow." Sharpe turns around, hands remaining in his pockets.

"Hands!" Jay calls out again, not in the mood to be played.

"Slowly!" I call out, Sharpe eyeing us up as he pulls his hands out quickly.

All I see is a flash of black as shots ring out, Sharpe crumbles to the hard ground, red spilling out of his chest.

"Don't move!" I yell as I approach his lifeless body, I crouch down and press my fingers to his neck.

"He's gone." I whisper as my eyes fall to his hands, finding a phone but no gun.

"Jay, there's no gun."

"What?" His tone frantic as he comes closer, gun still ready.

A million thoughts are racing through my head, a glaring one causing me to react quickly.

Hank's calling over the radio for our status when I close the distance between Jay and I.

His eyes are wild, frozen in place when I reach for his gun. He blinks when I take it from him, before I slide mine into his holster.

"What?" I have no time to answer as the unit storms in and surrounds us.

"You guys okay?"

"Yeah, fine. He's not." I motion towards Sharpe.

"I don't see a gun." Ruzek calls out anxiously, I watch as Hank's eyes go hard before they land on Jay and I.

"Don't say a word." He orders us, eyes flitting to Upton briefly.

"It was me." Hank glares at me, but my only concern is for the man I love standing behind me.

Knowing Jay he was moments away from confessing, I don't dare turn to meet his eyes.

"Where's the gun?" Upton's voice is accusing, but her face pleading for an explanation.

I just shrug, deciding to wait until my adrenaline fades away to co-operate fully. I've done what I needed to, taking the blame from Jay's already weighted shoulders.

Now the rest will fall into place.

"Why does this feel like a famous Hank Voight cover up?" Hailey's eyes glace back at Jay, fear grips my chest as she takes in his reactions.

"He wasn't even here. Besides, I said I did it." My eyes are hard, voice shaking with a hint of fear.

"You did, did you?" Her eyes are still sizing Jay up.

"Test me for gunshot residue." I'm hoping handling the gun is enough to result in a positive reading, hoping even more Jay doesn't get tested.

"Let's step outside." Hank calls out saving me from immediate conflict.

"Yeah, here take this." I pass the gun into Jay's right hand, covering my bases in case he's tested too.

The unit watches as Jay handles the freshly fired gun, knowing gun shot residue can't be used to prove either of us guilty of the shooting.

My eyes finally meet his, pleading with him to push down his guilt and follow my lead.

Let me take the fall.

A/N: There is more, leave a review and I'll get it up tomorrow hopefully :)

While I don't expect to dislike Hailey Upton (the new girl), it just worked with the story.

I realize this isn't factual with being a cop, and the next part even less likely to be but, oh well haha

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