AU: In which Jay (21, Hank Voight's son) fell for Erin (18).

1 : Cold Night

Erin was standing in the abnormally quiet hall of the most explosive hospital of Chicago, completely breathless from running in the rain of this very cold Chicago's night. Her whole body was shaking, she was wet head to toes and blood was rolling down her face - but that was at the very end of her Why My Life Suck list.

Just when she was about to walk toward the only doctor in the room, her feet stopped. She wasn't sure she could do it anymore, thanks to that stupid little voice inside her head that never seemed to shut up; What are you doing here? You're making a mistake, again. You're not supposed to be here. You don't even belong here. It's not about you and your too many problems that brought him here in the first place, it's about him and his family.

As much as she wanted to get the hell out of here and no matters how impossible it seemed, she managed to shut the voice off for the first time in a very long time and walked her way to that doctor - because there was apparently not a single thing in this world that Erin Lindsay wasn't willing to do if it was for Hank Voight.

"Excuse me," She politely apologized to that doctor as she interrupted her conversation with some guy. "He was shot. My… Friend. He was shot. You need to help me find him and tell me he is fine, please."

Erin sounded panicked and disoriented — which is probably why she easily got the caring attention of the intern who immediately noticed the bruises on Erin's face. "Ma'am, you need to take a deep breath and tell me what happened to you."

She swallowed hard, shaking her head. "No. What I need is to know if my friend is okay."

"I will help you find your friend, you have my word," The young doctor promised with a calm voice. "But you need to get treated before we start looking for him. You don't want your friend to see you with blood all over your face, do you?"

"His name is Hank Voight," Erin said, choosing to ignore her words. "Sergeant Hank Voight."

The young doctor exchanged a suspicious look with that some guy before taking a step back.

"Who are you?"

"Erin," She answered in a quiet voice after a second of hesitation.

"I don't care about your name," She firmly said in a whole another tone — her calm and caring voice suddenly becoming as cold as ice. "I want to know who you are to Hank? Why are you here? Why are you looking for him?"

Erin frozen as she spoke, hearing the words of that stupid little voice all over again. "I'm not going to answer your questions."

"She is not going to tell you shit then," That some guy spat.

Asking nicely wasn't going to get that doctor talking, especially with this asshole standing next to her - and Erin knew it. Even though she wasn't this kind of person, she had no other option. Her plan B was the only way she was going get this doctor talking.

So here she was, holding a gun in the face of a doctor and in the one of some guy she didn't know a thing about, for Hank. Ignoring the two officers behind her threatening to shot her and the typical 'you don't want to do this' from the two persons facing her, Erin decided to ask her question again. "Is Hank okay?"

"Listen," The doctor whispered, her voice trembling as much as Erin's. "My name is Natalie Manning. I'm dating Hank's son, Will. We're both interns here, at Chicago Med," She explained. "This is Jason. Everyone calls him Jay - but his name is Jason, he's Hank's second son."

"Natalie, don't say another word," He told her firmly.

Was she seriously holding a gun in the faces of Hank's family? Her head was spinning. She wasn't able to think straight anymore. They couldn't be his family - because there was no way Hank would forgive her for it, no matter how much she thought to herself that she was doing the right thing. She needed to believe they weren't.

"Stop lying to me," Erin shouted, over articulating each words as she took a step closer to them.

"He is fine, alright? He is alive and okay!" Hank's supposed second son quickly shouted at her face, scared she would actually shoot them if she wasn't getting what she wanted. "The bullet was really close to his heart but thankfully away enough to be successfully removed. Right now, he is watching the last minutes of a damned hockey's game with my brother and then he is going to be able to go home because that's how fucking fine he is."

Erin was crying now, not able to hold it back anymore. "Why isn't he answering my phone calls then?"

"It got destroyed when it happened," Natalie nervously answered. "It's broke. His phone is broke."

"I don't believe you," Erin said while running the scenario through her head over and over again.

As much as she wanted to believe them because it would mean that he was sound and safe, Erin couldn't. Because the Hank Voight she knows would've never left her behind after the conversation they had earlier on the phone — even with a bullet in between his two eyes.

"Erin," A familiar and calm voice interrupted her thoughts. "What's going on? What are you doing?"

"Alvin?" She whispered softly as she could hear his steps behind her.

He took another step to Erin, finding himself facing her and her gun. "Come on, little one. What are you doing with this? What's the plan?"

"I called him earlier, I called Hank - because shit happened with Charlie. That's what I'm supposed to do if something happens; I call him and he shows up the next minute," She started explaining, still firmly holding her gun like it was the only thing she had left on earth. "But he never did. I tried to call him a few times again but he wasn't answering and then my best friend texted me to tell me that a cop was shot in Hank's neighborhood and I just knew — I knew it was him. I knew, Alvin. So I came here. I came, I asked nicely and still she wouldn't tell me anything. But I needed to know where Hank was, Alvin. I needed to know he was okay."

"I know and I get it," He said in that very calm voice of his. "But listen to me… Hank is okay; which means there is no need for you to stand here with your gun anymore. Those people are Hank's family and there is no safer place in the world for you than wherever they are," Alvin told her as he gave a quick look to Natalie and Jay who were still standing behind him.

"What's going around here?" Someone's rough voice made everyone else jump.

Erin dropped her gun the second she saw Hank standing there, his wife and first son by his side. She immediately raised her hands — as if he was about to arrest her or something. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Kid," He whispered as he took another step toward her.

"I have to go," She told him before turning around to run as far away from here as possible.

She was ashamed and felt like she couldn't stand here anymore, not after what she did. He was alive and it was all that matter. Now she was just going to go back home and wait for Satan to come home to her because that was her life - and if tonight taught her something; it was that she needed to keep Hank out of it. Because she was trouble.

But Hank was obviously not going to make it easy for her.

"Erin."

He didn't whispered this time. His voice was loud and firm; so much that Erin stopped walking immediately.

Much love.