Title: Scenes

Author: ZombieJazz

Fandom: Chicago PD

Disclaimer: I don't own them. Chicago PD and its characters belong to Dick Wolf. The character of Ethan has been created and developed for the sake of this AU series.

Summary: A collection of one-shots/scenes using the characters as represented in the AU established in Interesting Dynamics. The chapters currently represent scenes happening immediately after So This is Christmas. As I continue to update, they'll just provide one-shot snap shots into the characters' lives and likely some recasts of scenes from the show. This series focuses on Voight and his family, as well as Erin Lindsay's growing relationship with Jay Halstead. This is not a linear narrative with a beginning-middle-end. It's just scenes.

SPOILER ALERT: There are MAJOR spoilers in this collection from Interesting Dynamics and So This is Christmas.

Erin jumped at the pounding on the door and groaned loudly.

"Erin," Hank barked at the door – and he sounded really fucking annoyed.

She rolled over, pulling a pillow over her head, trying to ignore him. Hank and his fucking rules about sleeping in. It was the fucking weekend. She was so tired. All she wanted to do was catch up on her sleep – in a real bed. He needed to fucking leave her alone. Treat her like an adult. If she wanted to sleep away her weekend – her holiday – that was her business.

But it was with that roll – and rolling right into a half-naked Jay that she allowed her eyes to really snap open.

"Fuck," she muttered, gazing briefly at him. He apparently could sleep through Hank beating on the door and growling through it. Though he seemed pretty good at sleeping through a lot of things after he actually let himself sleep. He seemed just as good at going for extended periods without any shuteye.

He'd definitely gone the night before with out much shuteye. She was pretty sure neither of them had been asleep that long. Or at least no where near long enough to have Hank at the door.

Normally getting the opportunity to see Jay all sprawled out like that – half-naked. She lifted the sheet – and correction … fully naked. Would give her some ideas on how to wake him up. But that wasn't going to happen that morning.

She reached for her phone and then in her grog came to the realization they were on the floor. On mattresses. But on the floor. She'd forgotten they'd pulled that maneuver.

"Just a second," she muttered at the door – and Hank. Though she was sure she hadn't said it loudly enough that he'd heard.

She propped herself up and reached over top of Jay. He stirred slightly but not enough to wake. She glanced at the phone after she got it in her hand and her eyes opened even wider.

"Fuck!" she said a little more loudly as the sudden realization of what time it actually was and that he'd wanted to go to the hospital with Hank and Ethan washed over her.

"Erin!" Hank barked again. Apparently she'd sworn loudly enough for him to hear that she was awake.

"JUST A SECOND!" she called back more firmly – and more annoyed. Both with herself and him. "Fuck," she mumbled again as she tried to get upright. The mattresses were taking up the majority of the floor space and they things were so fucking old and springy that stepping on them might as well be walking on a trampoline – which wasn't a balancing act she was prepared for after just opening her eyes.

"If you don't open the door, it's going to be E in the door in about five minutes," Hank rasped through the door.

She sighed and glanced around the room, trying to locate the pieces of clothing she'd started the night in. She was in a significant lack of attire at the moment. She couldn't exactly answer the door in lacy underwear.

"Give me ten minutes," she called out. "I'll be down."

"Come to the door," Hank barked again.

Apparently it was loud enough and annoyed enough that Jay really did stir and rub at his eyes blearily. "What's going on?" he muttered.

She sighed and gestured at the door. "He wants to come in … ?" she whispered and lifted up some of the blankets.

"Why?" Jay asked and then followed it with, "No."

She sighed. "Hank, I'll meet you downstairs."

"Ethan needs clothes for the day," he pressed with clear annoyance through the door. "Either bring them to me. Now. Or when he's done brushing his teeth it's going to be him at this door."

She ran her hands through her hair and shook her head – managing to spot where her tank top had ended up. She pulled it on. Braless. Lovely. Only Hank, she reminded herself. But still.

"Tell him to wait," she said. "I'll bring his clothes down."

"We've already been waiting for you," Hank pressed even more annoyed. "He needs help getting dressed. J and Olive are already on the go. I'm not dressing him in the fucking front room. Bring his shit to the door. Now."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Cover up," she whispered at Jay. He looked about as annoyed pissed as Hank sounded. But he did reach and tuck the blankets she'd tossed around in her clothing search more tightly around his lower half.

But she wasn't about to deal with both of them being in pissy moods. She got it. She didn't like Hank pounding at their door and invading their space while they were in states of undressed and had barely woken up. But they were also in his home, and Ethan's room and she'd said she wanted to go to the hospital with them. She couldn't exactly have it both ways. But Hank could've found a better way to handle this. Like waking her up sooner. Or better yet – having thought of the fact he'd need Ethan's clothes the night before.

She went to the door and twisted the knob. It opened all of half an inch. Enough to catch Hank's glare – but not enough to do much of anything else. She turned and gestured at Jay, while trying to push the mattress blocking the door with her foot. There weren't much of a place for it to move, though. Not more than a few more inches.

"It's blocking the door," she spat a Jay. He just groaned and gestured at his covered crotch. Him getting up at that exact moment to rearrange the room wasn't the best idea.

She looked back to Hank. His glare was even more unimpressed. She cocked her head at him. She was getting just as pissed off.

"What does he need?" she hissed at him through the crack.

His eyes were doing the dagger thing and she adjusted herself a bit to try to block Jay from his view. And then crossed her arms off her chest in some sort of effort to be more conservative in the little bit he could see of her through the crack she'd managed to get the door open.

"Socks, briefs, clean shirt," Hank near grunted at her.

She gave a little nod. "Give me a sec. I'll find it," she told him and moved to close the door. She gave Jay an exasperated look. "Move these," she pressed at him more firmly. "And put something on!"

He sighed at her and gave her clearly annoyed eyes. But he should've fucking known what he was getting into. Both with what they'd made a decision to do the night before – in Hank's house and Ethan's room. And what he was getting into in being in a relationship with her. Hank being Hank outside of Voight being Voight was just a given. And it was going to have to be something Jay learned to put up with. As annoying and invasive as Hank could be. That was just Hank. And it sure didn't look like it was anything that was going to rectify anytime in his lifetime.

"Boxers," Hank barked through the door before she'd even managed to navigate to Ethan's dresser. "Not briefs."

"Yea," she muttered. She didn't need the clarification. She understood Ethan's catheter and penis status in that moment – but apparently Hank thought she was oblivious.

She rooted through her baby brother's drawers and grabbed a pair of socks and a pair of boxer, setting them on top and then rummaged through his tshirt drawer. It was a mess. If they'd been put in their folded they sure weren't folded now. But Ethan never was one to make much of a fashion statement and she just grabbed one that looked the least wrinkly of the bunch.

"Tshirt enough or you want some layers?" she called at the door.

"Grab one of his flannels and a hoodie too," Hank said through the door. She nodded to herself and went over to the kid's closet, pulling a flannel shirt off the hanger and reaching for a hoodie when Hank added. "A zip. IV."

"Yea," she muttered under breath. Apparently he also thought she was oblivious to that. Like she hadn't had to take Ethan to enough IV sessions to know the drill.

Jay had managed to find his boxers and toss one of the mattresses back on the bunks by the time she got back to the door. So she opened it a bit more than before but not all the way. And she was prepared for the glare that time – returning it, as she held the clothes through the door.

Hank grabbed them. Gave her more of a once-over that she didn't appreciate and then flatly said, "You've got ten minutes if you're coming in the Escalade."

"Sure," she provided. "I'll be down."

He nodded and started to move to the point that she started to close the door but he gave another glance. "Put your brother's room back together," he stated with a clear tone. "You know how he feels about people touching his shit."

"We didn't touch his dinosaurs or baseball stuff," she said in complete annoyance.

He just looked back at her. That look. The one that she hated. There was no winning with that look.

"Fix his bed," Hank said even more firmly. "And change the fucking sheets."

Erin glared at him and shut the door – near in his face. "Morning, Hank," she muttered as she turned to Jay and rolled her eyes.

He just shrugged at her. "He's sorta in the right on one thing," he provided. She raised an eyebrow at him. Partially warning. She was about to get annoyed with him too. "The fucking sheets."

She allowed a small smile at that as she gazed at the floor and shook her head. He had a point. But he didn't. Like Jay had promised – there hadn't been any fucking the night before. But so far that morning – definitely a clusterfuck.

She went over and wrapped her arms around Jay – engaging in a kiss.

"Mmm … OK. Good morning," he mumbled against her mouth.

It was definitely a lingering kiss. One that she could see taking up at least eight of the ten minutes she apparently had to get ready. If not for the sudden bang against the door and clatter as it flew open.

She spun – fully expecting to all out yell at Hank – but instead Ethan was staring agape at them.

"Ethan! Get out!" she groaned at him. "Dad has your clothes."

He squinted at them – as she realized she was doing nothing to cover up her lack of attire. Or Jay's.

"You better not be doing anything in my room!" Ethan said in pure disgust.

She pointed firmly with her finger. "OUT!"

"Great," he muttered and started clicking away on his crutches. "Great. Now you've completely contaminated it," he said as he headed back out the door. "I CAN'T EVER SLEEP IN HERE AGAIN!"

"YOU COULD'VE KNOCKED!" she called after him, storming to the door and pushing it shut.

"IT'S MY ROOM!" Ethan yelled back from the hallway.

She groaned and looked at Jay.

"So …" Jay said, gazing at her. "It safe to say tonight we'll crash at my place?"

"Yea," Erin nodded. "Safe to say."

Really safe to say. And Ethan wondered why she wouldn't be sleeping over as often now that she was engaged? Maybe she'd have to get him and Hank to do a little replay on their morning so Eth could figure out the answer to that question.

Her family. High maintenance.

They were lucky she loved them. Or else she'd smack them all.