Authors Note: Hello everyone! So I am not new to the fanfiction world however this is my first time writing for Chicago PD. I loved the bond that Erin and Voight shared. I know it must have took sometime for them to get there, so I thought I would write their journey together. This is the life of Erin growing up in the Voight household.

I currently am on the hunt for a beta, so please pardon my errors. If anyone could help or know of anyone that could, just PM me. :)

Read and Enjoy. Let me know what you think.

It was a Saturday afternoon in August. The sun was beating down on the golden brown hair of Erin Lindsay as she stood in front of the Chicago Police Department waiting for Hank Voight. The teenage girl grasped tightly to the handle of her suitcase that held what little belongings she had.

Erin watched as Hank pushed through the double doors leading out. Her worries were washed away when he flashed a smile towards her.

"Did you think I was a no show?" Hank asked as he placed a reassuring pat on the teen's shoulder.

Erin shrugged, she wasn't really sure what she thought. The simple fact that a man, who already has a family of his own would take a girl in that he only knew for a few months made her feel in edge. Let's be honest, Erin didn't trust many people, especially given the track record she had from living on the streets.

There was something about Hank that made her think differently. Atleast when it came to him, she knew she could trust him. Heck she was trusting him with her life right now.

"Come on. My car is parked around back." Hank ushered Erin around the large brick building where the parking lot was filled with patrol vehicles, transfer vans and few ordinary cars that belonged to the officers that were undercover.

Erin followed in toe, practically hitting the heels of Hank's black boots. She stopped once she saw Hank's car. Erin remembered the car. It was the one vehicle that she didn't have to avoid. It was the one that she could run to instead of away from. It was the man behind the steering wheel of that car that would save her life.

"Here, I'll put your stuff in the back seat." Hank opened the passenger side door, letting Erin slide in. He then shut her door once she was situated. He then placed her suitcase behind her seat on the floor in the back. Then he walked around to the driver side, plopping down in the seat.

"Buckle up." He instructed before putting the key in the ignition.

Hank glanced over at Erin, who still hadn't said much. He knew she was normally chatty and sarcastic. He didn't push, hoping this new situation would open her up.

They drove up and down the streets of Chicago. Erin looked out at the familiar scenery. The memories of her past flooded her mind. The market they drove passed was the one where she first shoplifted from. A normal kid would take gum or a candy bat. Mot Erin. A six pack and some smokes for her mother was what she took. Luckily she wasn't caught. She was only eight years old., imagine that headline.

Hank drove past the corner where he saw Erin for the first time.

He remembered the day vividly.

A fourteen year old Erin stood at the corner. She was dressed in a pair of tattered jean shorts and an over sized men's t-shirt. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her face was free of makeup.

Hank remembered watching from his car as a group of college aged kids, wearing hoodies and jeans, walked up to the young girl. They spoke a few words before Erin lead them a few feet into the alley near by. Two minutes later the group walked from the alley, tucking the small plastic zip locked bags into their pockets.

Erin came out from the alley a few seconds after, a wad of cash sticking out slightly of her shorts pocket.

That was the moment he knew that he wanted to save her. He wanted her to never have to experience that life style. He knew that no one, of any age, especially a girl just in her teens should be on the streets selling drugs.

Hank stepped out his car and walked over to Erin. He could tell she wasn't new to selling. She stood like the criminals he had busted while working. Her hands rested on hips, her posture was lacks. Her attitude was carefree.

The guys Hank busted would stand tall, a bit of swag to them. They would have some smug look their face. Everyone knew who they were and what they were doing. Erin became one of them. Hank's heart fell. He was sadden at what the street did to this girl.

Hank approached Erin, "You got what I need?"

Erin shook her head, "Yeah. You got the money?" She said confidently. Her eyes were slightly glazed over.

Hank nodded and was led into the alley. Erin picked through her pockets, "Money first." Erin demanded.

Erin impatiently waited for this man to hurry up. She could of made two other deals in the tone it took him to get his money. Erin had sense something was up. She wasn't sure exactly what was happening, but as instructed she was stay calm and play it cool. So that is exactly what she did...or at least tried to.

Hank reached into his pocket, but instead of pulling out money he placed a card in Erin's hand.

"Seriously? You made me lose two other clients for a piece a paper!? Did you even want to score some?" Erin face redden with anger and worries. She knew if she didn't meet quota, she would be punished.

"What is this?" Erin read the card: Henry Voight. Chicago Police Erin's eyes widen and began to water, "Look, I don't have anything to say to you. I just needed some money for food-"

Hank shushed her, "You aren't under arrest. But you will be if I catch you out here again. Now this card is for when you when you want to get out." Hank pointed to his number listed on the bottom of the card, "This is my personal phone number. Call me when you out."

"I don't know who tipped you off or if Charlie sent you to spook me but I don't spook. So you can take your card and shove it." Erin said as she walked back to her corner. It would be like Charlie, her boyfriend and drug boss to send some phony cop to scare her. She had been selling for months and wasn't sure why she wasn't trusted by.

Hank walked back to Erin and placed his card in her hand, "Instead of using drugs," Hank said as a matter of fact. He could tell by the tract marks on Erin's bare arms. "Use my card." Hank ended, walking back to his car.

Erin stared at the card a few seconds longer before stuffing it in her bra, hidden from the normal eye.

Two days later a distraught Erin called him. He met her in a cafe by the station. She wore dark sunglasses and a fresh cut on her lip. She removed her glasses showing Hank her eyes that were deep blue and purple.

"What happened?" Hank asked.

"I didn't meet my quota. Charlie said I had it coming, but I never thought he would actually hit me. He said he loved me." Erin sobbed softly.

She mumbled something but Hank couldn't comprehend it, "I didn't hear you, what was that?" He leaned closer, listening intently.

" I want out."

That was all Hank needed. He knew he had to save her. Which led him to this day. The two of them were driving to Hank's house. The place Erin would now call home.

Hank pulled into the driveway and parked, "Ready?"

Erin nodded, "Yeah."

Hank and Erin got out of the car and made their way to the front door leading into the house. Erin looked around the house, it was t felt lives in. There was pictures of family everywhere. Unlike Erin's house.

"We're home!" Hank called out