A/N: This is my first ever fanfic, I'm absolutely in love with Chicago PD. I own 3 pairs of crutches, the entire series of House MD on dvd, and a hyperactive kitten named Misha. I do not own the characters or lyrics in this story. All rights reserved to the creators. Please Favorite, review, and let me know how you like it. Enjoy!

It's been a very long week. Jay Halstead sits at his desk fiddling with his keychain, doing his best to avoid his job. He should be typing out his report about the break the team made in their most recent case today. They had gotten their hands on Dominic Holender, middle man for Demetri Dombrovski, who is the biggest Russian heroin dealer in Chicago as of right now. Of course when they had found Dominic he was in the Mexicans territory, neck deep in strippers. He remembered Ruzek saying something like "no bueno", which was the extent of Adam's Spanish vocabulary. Holender had tried to lay a hand on his partner, and although he knew for a fact that Erin could defend herself, he was in a not so nice mood. So he had sucker punched the kid in the face, and if he was being honest about it, it had been for the fun of it. His knuckles ache a bit, which is his excuse for not working on his report like he should be.

He looks around the intelligence unit, everyone sitting at their respective desks, apparently also finding excuses to not finish up today's paperwork. He looks over at Erin. She's fiddling with her paperweight grenade, her head off somewhere other than the unit. If Jay had to make a guess, he'd say she was thinking about her fireman boyfriend, Kelly Severide. Not wanting to even think about that, he looks over to Antonio, who's having a heated discussion with his sister in law on the phone.

"No Victoria, let me talk to her," Antonio demands. "She can't just leave a note and take my kids from me, and then just not talk to me for weeks damn it!" He takes a deep breath, pinches the bridge of his nose, and pleads, "At least let me talk to my kids, I have the right to talk to them." He sighs and perks up a bit, slipping into his Spanish and Jay assumes he's talking to his daughter, Eva. Poor Antonio, he's been in such a funk since his wife up and left him about six weeks ago.

Jay glances over to Olinski, sitting back in his corner, feet up on his desk, eating one of those Clementines he always has on him. Jay isn't all too sure where they come from; they just sort of always appear.

He chuckles a bit as his gaze shifts over to Ruzek and Atwater. Atwater is chatting with Adam, who's throwing paper balls at the waste basket, and missing of course.

"God Ruzek, I can't believe they passed you over for the NBA, they don't know what they're missing." Jay comments. Ruzek's response is to throw a paper ball in his direction, missing him, making Jay chuckle again.

"Listen up," Voight's voice booms through the unit, getting everyone's attention. "Go home guys," The group lets out a collective sigh as he continues; "paperwork can wait after the week we've had. Go get a drink, go relax. But be ready to work hard come Monday, there's only so long Dombrovski can go without finding out about Dominic getting pinched. G'night guys." Voight finishes putting on his leather jacket and makes his way down the stairs out of the unit.

"Let's go," Ruzek declares. "Molly's, drinks, I'm buying." Adam places his hands on Antonio's shoulders, "Come on buddy, I'll buy you a few beers and you can forget about it for a while." Jay hears him say as they head toward the locker rooms to pack up their stuff.

Jay drops his gun and badge into his desk drawer and locks it. He hits the power button on his computer, relieved that he won't have to sit there staring at it for any longer. As he waits for it to power down, he sits back in his chair and closes his eyes.

"You coming?" Erin's raspy voice asks him softly from in front of his desk.

He looks up, trying to decide whether or not to go, and as he locks eyes with her he makes his decision putting his hands on his desk and getting up, "Yeah, yeah I'm coming. Drinks on Ruzek?" they start walking through the unit and down the stairs, "Apparently he doesn't realize how well we can hold our liquor." Jay says bumping against Erin as they walk out of the precinct.

She grabs his car keys out of his hand turning around to face him, "You going to let me drive?" she asks.

"What do you think?" he counters as he walks toward his car. Erin makes a pouty face, looking like a puppy dog with her big hazel eyes.

"Fine," he says defeated, "but only because my hand is sore from saving your life earlier."

She saunters over to the driver's side of the car, "Oh please, we both know I could have taken him out with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back. And if I'm not mistaken, I saved your life a few weeks ago!" They both chuckle as she starts the car.

They walk into Molly's together, both laughing at some stupid comment Jay had made on the way in. They stop at the bar, giving Gabby their drink orders before joining the rest of the gang at their table. They fall into casual conversation and as their drinks arrive at the table Jay smacks Adam on the shoulder, "So buddy," he starts, "Is everything really on you tonight?"

"You bet, it's all on me." He states simply.

"Well thanks bro, if I didn't know better I'd think you were some fancy, rich, NBA star." He jokes as Ruzek jokingly gives him the finger.

"You can always buy your own drinks," Adam counters, and as he hears the strains of a familiar song come on over the sound system in the bar, he smiles. Kim elbows Adam and smiles as well.

Kim starts to lip synch and dance to the popular song, Fancy by Iggy Azelea,

"First things first, I'm the realest
Drop this and let the whole world feel it
And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
I can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics
You should want a bad bitch like this
Drop it low and pick it up just like this,"

She continues to finish the verse, complete with moves to compliment the words. It's amusing to watch if Jay is being honest. What he isn't expecting, is what happens next.

"I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold
Remember my name, 'bout to blow,"

Adam sings; Kim dancing around with him until the end of the song.

Everyone sits there in stunned silence for about 20 seconds with looks of bewilderment one their faces before they all start hysterically laughing.

"Wow Ruzek, I guess I was wrong. You must get your money from those rap skills." Jay comments, still laughing.

"You two are kind of perfect," Erin states.

Just then Severide appears, walking over to the table toward Lindsay. Jay rolls his eyes as he watches him kiss her cheek. He isn't feeling as relaxed as he was a few minutes before. He takes a long drink of his scotch, hoping that getting some liquor in him will make him not care, even though he knows that isn't true.

Jay sits there listening to everyone talk about their week and their weekend plans. He feels his phone start to vibrate and ring in his pocket. He thinks about ignoring it, but decides that it could be important.

He looks at the screen; it reads 703-555-1300. His heart speeds up a bit. He knows the area code. Fairfax, Virginia.

Everything around him slows down. He can't for the life of him move his fingers to answer the phone.

Lindsay's voice brakes through his thoughts, "Hey Halstead, you gonna answer that? That ringtone is kind of obnoxious." She jokes.

When he looks up at her the look on his face is pure panic, his coloring white as a sheet.

"Jay, what-" she asks, worried. He just stands up and quickly walks out of the bar. She starts to get up when she feels a hand on her shoulder, "I'm sure he's fine. Let him take his phone call" Kelly says simply.

Outside, Jay reluctantly presses answer; "Hello?" he asks shakily silently fearing what he'd hear, already knowing his fears are going to come true. Again.

Back inside, Kelly's hand is still on Erin's shoulder, making circles with his thumb, pushing her shoulder downward trying to make her sit back down. Erin throws him a glare and pushes his hand from her shoulder, maneuvering herself around him to go look out the window. Jay is still on the phone, shaking his head yes, quite a few times. She waits until it looks like the conversation is finished before she starts out the door.

"Ok sir, Yes sir, I understand. Yes sir, see you soon." He finishes. He hangs up the phone. A mix of emotions surging through his body, he stands there gripping his phone so hard he's surprised it doesn't break. It feels like he stands there forever before rage dominates him and he throws his phone against the brick wall, watching it shatter. Just then Jay hears the door to Molly's shut.

"Jay-," Erin asks, shocked. "What the hell?"

He stands with his back to her, "Nothing, It's nothing." He lies.

Walking over to stand in front of him she starts, "Obviously not Jay! What's going on? Please talk to me." She says, exacerbated.

Jay runs his hands over his face, and takes a deep breath. "Okay, I have some things to take care of," he says, "but maybe tomorrow night I can bring some pizza over and we can talk."

She winces her face. "I can't do tomorrow night, maybe Sunday? I promised Kelly-,"

"Forget it, never mind," Jay cuts her off. "Tell everyone I'm sorry, I just have to take care of some stuff. I gotta go." He turns, puts his hands in his pockets, and starts walking away.

"JAY!" she demands.

He just keeps walking, leaving Erin standing there shocked and a little confused.

He keeps walking and walking until his legs ache.

He stands there looking around the Chicago nightscape. He walks over to a bench, sits down and takes a deep breath before pulling out his work phone and dialing. He puts the phone to his ear and closes his eyes.

"Halstead, someone better be fucking dying." Voight's voice demands.

"Can we meet for a drink? We need to talk." Jay asks.

Noticing the seriousness of Jay's voice, Voight agrees and tells him where to meet him, before he hangs up he asks, "Are you alright, kid?"

Jay sighs, "I just got a call from Fort Belvoir. I have orders to report for active duty." He takes a beat, putting his head back and closing his eyes before he continues, "No, no I'm not alright."