This is a one-shot story taking place in season two, episode five: An Honest Woman. Some may have thought that Voight's anger and violence towards the bad guys who stole from his safe was over money but instead it was over his deceased wife, Camille's, wedding ring. Hope you like it. Also, I don't see much fanfic concentrating on Voight, so I wanted to do a bit for his character.

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Hank Voight parked his Escalade. He checked his phone, putting it on silent, then tucked a bouquet of flowers under his arm as he got out of the car. He strode across the green grass, one hand in the pocket of his jeans and the other in the pocket of his leather jacket. He passed many headstones before stopping at one, underneath a tall, shadowing oak.

"Hi, baby", he said in a soft honey whiskey tone than his usual gravelly one.

"I'm sorry I didn't come by last week." He knelt, wincing as he did. "There's a lot to catch you up on." He put the flowers into the vase in front of the grave.

"Your ring", he took it out of the top pocket of his jacket, flipping it between his fingers "Some jerks forced their way into the house, beat me up pretty good and got in the safe."

He put the ring on the headstone, standing and leaning back to rest on the old oak tree. He chuckled, "They got me good", he laid his hand on his side, "three cracked ribs and a pretty good job on my face".

"I can't tell you how worried I was for that ring. They stole the cash, photos and papers out of that safe but I could care less about that."

"That ring", he pointed, "That ring means the world to me."

"That was your ring."

"I'll never forget how beautiful you looked the night I proposed."

He smiled at the memory.

"I was a young buck, so wet behind the ears. I still don't know how I ever got a girl like you."

'Oh, Cammie. I miss you so much." He inhaled sharply, shaking his head twice. His jaw tightened as he looked over the distance, his eyes beginning to water.

A little time passed, as he stood quietly, watching the birds in the trees and taking solace in the peace and serenity of the cemetery.

"You'd be so proud of, Erin, Cam."

"She's come so far. She's good police, a damn good detective. I still worry for her though. That something or someone will throw her off track. She's got a partner, Jay. I warned him already but I think there's already something going on between them."

He smiled a little and nodded, as if he could hear her voice saying something to him. "I know, I know," he continued, "She's a big girl and can take care of herself."

He stepped forward from the tree, kneeling again at the head of the stone.

"I saved the best news for last." He gently outlined the engraved letters of the stone which read Beloved Mother & Wife, Camille Voight, Always Remembered.

"You're going to be a grandma", he whispered.

"Justin, he got this girl pregnant. They knew each other from high school."

"You'd love her, Cammie. Her name is Olive and she's real sweet. Gonna make a good mama."

Voight rose and stood, palming the ring. "I was thinking of giving Justin this ring so he could make an honest woman out of her. I know you'd give your blessing for it…"

He stopped mid-sentence as a strong yet gentle breeze blew through the tree. He looked up, watching as the tree swayed slightly and the leaves rustled, creating a calming sound, like ocean waves.

He smiled, resting his hand on the stone, "I hear you, Cam."

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