I have never ever written FanFic before so don't judge me if you think it's horrible. All through school I was terrible at story writing. I was the grammar Nazi, PE loving, maths nerd.
It had been a tough case, two teenage girls dead and another one with a long road to recovery. Erin was struggling; it reminded her off what could have been. The life she used to lead. She hoped straight into the passenger seat. Jay slid into the driver seat and reached for Erin's left hand. Taking it in his right, he gave it a gentle squeeze as he looked across at her, a sad smile on their faces. Intelligence had solved the case but what had happened to the girls couldn't be undone. Reluctantly, they let go as Jay started the car and drove to Erin's apartment in numb silence. Neither bothered to ask about food for tea, they both knew they couldn't eat. After they reached her apartment, Jay got out of the car, walking to Erin in the passenger seat opening her door and taking her hand. They walked up the stairs to her place hand in hand, neither of them wanting to just stand in the elevator.
Walking through the door they shed their jackets and shoes onto Erin's coat hooks and into the space below. Without a word, they headed straight for Erin's bedroom. The placed their guns and badges in the draws of her bedside tables. Shedding her jeans and shirt, Erin reached for the tee Jay had worn to bed the night before, his scent still lingering on it. After she put it on, she crawled into bed. On the other side of the room, Jay did the same, stripped down into a pair of boxers and crawled into the space beside Erin. Jay reached his arm out across the remaining space between them, pulling Erin into him. He bent his head down and pressed his lips to her forehead. Neither of them had said a single word to each other after they'd left their desks. They didn't need to. No questions, no answers, just the other ones presence.
They knew they would talk tomorrow, but now they just needed to hold each other, be near each other. Erin shifted so that she was resting her head on Jay's chest, her ear over his heart. As she could hear his strong, steady heartbeat, she placed her hand slightly under her face so that she could feel it. She rolled onto her side, curling into his side as Jay intertwined their hands that were resting in between the, moving his other arm so that he could place it on Erin's back, tracing soothing motions onto her back as he felt his chest become damp from Erin's light tears. Eventually, Jay's steady heartbeat and comforting touch lulled Erin into a dreamless sleep, while Jay followed shortly after from the sounds of Erin's even breaths.
Suddenly, the sound of a door opening and closing woke Jay from his slumber. Removing his hand from Erin's back, he quietly opened the drawer and retrieved his gun, hiding or under the covers beside him. Fortunately for Jay, he excelled at faking being asleep while still being able to keep watch. A fear instilled skill that he had never been more grateful for. He looked to the doorway to see the figure of his boss. Sighing in relief, Jay placed the gun back in the bedside table. From the dim light of the entry way he could see the recognition on Voight's face. Slowly as Jay tried to slide from Erin in an attempt to get up and talk to their boss without waking her. She stirred slightly, enough to notice Jay trying to get up but not enough to be completely coherent.
Then spoke the first words between them all night, "What are you doing?"
"Just getting a drink," he softly replied, not wanting her to stress about their boss, her father figure, standing in the doorway to her bedroom after seeing her curled into his side.
"Okay," she responded.
But before Jay could move any further, she continued, "I love you."
Neither of them had said it to the other before, but they had heavily implied it several times.
A smile overtook Jay's face, forgetting that Voight was at the door, hearing every word said between them, he responded, "I love you too."
He knew she probably wouldn't remember even having this conversation in the morning, they knew that had these conversations from times to time, but he was glad he was certain that she feels the same way he feels.
Remembering why he was getting up, he froze slightly but continued.
Jay's smile never faltered though. The woman of his dreams, the one he loves, loved him back. He crept out of bed and into the kitchen where Voight stood with an unreadable expression on his face.
Looking at Jay and knowing what he'd just seen and heard between the two detectives, he was at a loss. The woman he loves like his own just confessed her love for her partner. The partner he'd warned about his opinion on in house relationships. Instead of questioning what had happened, he went with the reason he came.
"How's she doing?" Voight asked Jay.
"She's struggling," Jay replied quietly, knowing that tomorrow, when they talk about it, it will be hard.
Voight nodded knowingly.
An awkward silence set upon the pair, Jay knowing he should talk but not knowing how.
"A couple of months," Jay said knowing he was answering Voight's unasked question.
"After she joined the task force," Voight assumed.
With a nod, Jay said, "If you want me to transfer out of the unit, I will. I'd rather stay though."
Voight stared at Jay, the look on the younger man's face was honest and dead serious and Voight could see that. He could see that he was willing to leave the unit, his friends, their little family just to be with Erin. He thought back over the past few months since Erin has come back, he could tell that the partners relationship was different to what it was before she left but when it came to their work, they almost seemed to have improved. Voight realised it would be worse if he were to split the pair up.
Shaking his head, Voight knew what he had to say, "You can stay."
Watching the smile take over Jay's face, Voight realised he'd just seen that same smile minutes earlier when Erin had told him that she loved him.
Jay broke the silence saying, "I don't want to Erin that you know just yet."
As a look of confusion crossed Voight's face, Jay continued, "Of course I want to tell people about us but right now she's struggling and I don't want to tell her when she's emotional and make her feel like she has to tell everyone if she isn't ready to. I don't want to push her into doing something that she doesn't want to do. She's too important to me to potentially ruin what we could be with something we both might want but not be ready for."
Voight nodded with growing respect for the man he'd just found in the bed of the woman he loved like a daughter.
Sticking his hand out to Jay, Voight gave the younger man a small smile as Jay responded to the gesture, gripping his hand firmly.
The small smile on Voight's face looked like a frown in comparison to the smile on Jay's face. He had the approval of the most important person in Erin Lindsay's life and more importantly they didn't fight or argue, Hank Voight just understood that he loved her and he would protect her and comfort her, meaning Erin wouldn't have to choose between them. Not that he would make her, because he knew what Voight meant to her and he couldn't ask her to give up that relationship for him.
Releasing their hands, Voight headed for the door before he heard Jay call his name.
"Thank you," it was quiet but Voight could hear how much Jay meant it.
He nodded, exiting Erin's apartment.
Jay walked back to Erin's bedroom and climbed into bed with her. He smiled again for what felt like the millionth time since Hank Voight entered her apartment, as she curled into his side as she wrapped her arms around him and moved her head to his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and fell back to sleep with a huge smile on his face not knowing what was going to happen but because that the last 20 minutes were the best 20 minutes of his life.