A/N: Spoilers for the Season 2 finale. I didn't like how Hank JUST WALKED AWAY. So... I came up with this.

I do not own Chicago PD or any of the characters.

I just like to use them and play with them.

Review would be awesome!

Also - I know a lot of people try this, and I will bring Jay into it. But I adore the relationship between Erin and Hank, so I need some of them.

It took everything she had left - which wasn't much - not to turn her head.

If she did, she would lose herself into those fathomless pools, and she was already lost enough.

If she did, she would crumble more, and she was already crumbles, and what happens to those? They blow away before they can be cleaned up.

His gaze was burning into her, but she was already ash; she'd already been burnt out.

She was nothing, but he had always been very good at finding something in that nothing.

She knew that Bunny did not care that she was spiraling. Knew that Bunny welcomed it with open arms, because it was the only way Erin would ever go willingly into those arms. She knew that her mother was standing beside her, but it was not for her, it was for Hank.

Whereas Hank, who had to also be fuming at her mother's antics, was too busy trying to reach her to give Bunny another thought at this time. It wasn't her he was staring at, was it?

Erin's arms slumped, and her head drooped, and she stared at the bottle in front of her, wishing it was a shot.

In fact -

"Can I get a shot?" She murmured out, and Hank's eyes narrowed into slits.

He had never needed words to communicate.

"Of course you can, honey." Bunny patted her arm, fingers making smooth circles into her skin. "If you need me, I'll just be over there." And after a moment's pause - in which Erin was sure her mother was shooting a warning look at Hank - she was gone.

There was a silence. A deep, forbidding unnatural silence that only covered the two of them, though Erin was sure if anyone stepped over, that they would also feel it. That they too would have to be quiet, without understanding why. It would be the body's instinct, and the mind is always first to obey that.

"You're not having that shot. Get up now, or I'll drag you out of here myself."

Erin continued to stare at the beer bottle. She knew that she should listen to him, knew that he was using his 'warning' voice - the one that comes just before he makes well on what he's threatened. She should care, but she is hungover, and she aches, and just the thought of standing up makes her legs tremble in response.

She knows if she tried, she would crash.

So she says nothing, and does nothing.

Hank eyes her for another moment, as if giving her one last chance.

"Okay, the hard way, then." And he reaches out, and takes her by the arms.

Erin reacts. She brings up her arms, and the half full beer bottle tumbles on the counter top before smashing onto the floor. Neither pay attention; Erin is fighting Hank's arms away, but it is not a fair fight.

"Voight, stop it! Let me go!"

"Okay - stand up on your feet then." He backs away, and Erin's eyes move to her mother's. Bunny storms over, two shots in her hands, and bangs them down in front of Erin with force that is harder than necessary.

"Didn't we just discuss this? We decided that you will give Erin space. I know you're dirty, but I would never have thought you would use those tactics on Erin." Bunny's voice is both soft and loud, and she is over confident because she thinks she has Erin.

But if she has Erin, she also has Hank Voight. Hank looks at Bunny for a moment, and the straight posture she has begins to simper under his hard gaze. Erin wants to laugh, but the action seems foreign to her now, so she does nothing but watches.

"You discussed. I listened. As for dirty tactics - it's really in your best interests, Bunny, if you don't talk about things you don't understand. As for Erin? I will do anything I can to make sure she's away from you. I suppose, you wouldn't understand. Even now, in her vulnerable state, you use it to your own advantage." Hank's voice vibrates low, but Bunny still cringes as if he's shouted at her. She blinks, bites her lips and attempts to straighten her shoulders once more.

"I have Erin's best interests at heart- I'm helping her." As if Bunny needs reassurance, she looks to Erin, but Erin looks back at the shot.

"You have her best interests at heart." Hank slowly repeats, as if he does not understand the words and is trying to.

"Of course."

"You're helping her." Hank now deadpans, and Bunny swallows, and takes a deep breath.

"Yes. She needs to be away from that, and needs time with people who care about her and love her-"

"Yes, like the person she thinks might have slipped something into her drink?" Hank cuts her off, and Bunny blinks, and shoots a surprised look at Erin. Erin meets it and stares blankly back at her. She wonders if she should be interested in her mother's reaction to that - and finds she doesn't care. Because Bunny won't.

Sure enough -

"We don't know that for sure."

Hank doesn't look surprised, but he does look angry at her mother's denial of it. His jaw tightens, and his lips purse as if he's swallowed something sour. He waits a moment, as if giving Bunny a chance to try and dig out of the hole she's been digging for years.

And then he's shaking his head.

"Erin's word isn't good enough for you? The fact that she is even suspicious of that should be enough. Frankly, I'm done talking to you; I've got my kid to worry about. Stay out of my way, Bunny."

Bunny opens her mouth, but Erin holds out a hand and shoots her a mother a look that clearly states she will handle it. Bunny nods and folds her arms against her chest, shooting Hank a smug look. As if she's confident again just because Erin's communicated with her.

Hank looks at Erin, and she gazes back at him. To her, he was as easy to read as a favorite book. But now, it's as if he's a new book and she has to relearn. She knows that he hasn't changed, but she has - knows that it's because of what is in her system that she can't grasp onto what she used to know.

"If you need a break, fine. You can take leave, and stay at mine. But you're not doing this, Erin. So I'll ask again. Either you can stand up and walk out of here like an adult, or I can drag you out." He stops, and then a smirk tugs at his lips.

"After all, it wouldn't be the first time, would it?" He cocks his head at her, and she blinks at him. Hank must see something in her face, because his aggression fades, and his look becomes more tender.

"Baby, you don't have to do this, alright?" Bunny says from her side, and Erin looks at her mother.

"I'll do neither. I'll go, Hank - but you can take me back to my apartment." She knows as soon as she says the words, that he's going to disagree, that he'll fight her on it. He looks at her as if she is stupid for even trying to suggest it.

"It's either rehab, or my place. Take your pick, kiddo."

"She's not doing anything wrong! Erin-"

"I'm not asking you-"

Erin just wants to blur the world out, so she grabs one of the shots, and chugs it down. And then Hank has grabbed her, and her world is spinning and her mother is yelling, but she is in that world of semi conscious, and it is so nice that she thinks it must be better to go all the way, and so she does.