What started as a quiet night at Molly's had turned into a bit of a messy one. The drinks had got the better of him, and he was now back at the apartment- but not alone. The two could barely remember getting the cab back to the block, but yet somehow here they were.

Jay Halstead tried his damned hardest to focus on the petite blonde woman straddling his hips. The night had passed in a blur and now she was focusing all of her attention on him. He sighed as she got herself into position on the bed. Their clothes appeared to have just fell off their bodies, they were in bed that quickly. Strands of her hair fell forward into his face as she perched herself above his shaft, and her small nipples filled his vision. She was the first one to break the silence between the pair,

"God, Jay, you feel so good" she whispered in his ear as she rocked back and forth on top of him, her whole body balancing on top of Jay's. She moved her own hands over Jay's and manoeuvred his so he was holding her hips. He groaned at the gesture as she continued her movement on his hips. Jay closed his eyes to savour the moment.

"Jay, I'm gonna…I'm gonna…"

"My God I know, Erin, you're gonna make me-"

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST CALL ME?"

"Lauren, I…uh…" Say something he thought to himself good God just say SOMETHING

Before Jay could even blink she had removed herself from him, picked her clothes up from the floor and stormed out of his bedroom. It was barely even another minute and she had slammed shut the apartment door- not before she had shouted a final "fuck you" through the mail box.

He sat up on the edge of his bed and scratched his head, then rubbed the stubble growing around his chin. Deciding there was nothing he could do right now, he slowly headed for the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer from the fridge. The buzz from his pyjama pocket was right on cue:

WE ARE OVER. I CAN'T BELIEVE AFTER ALL SHE DID TO YOU, YOU OBVIOUSLY STILL HAVE FEELINGS FOR HER. FUCK. YOU. DON'T CONTACT ME EVER AGAIN.

"Shit" thought Halstead, he'd definitely done it this time. There had to be a way to make it up to her, he just had to find it. He couldn't just throw the last fifteen months down the line. And what was she talking about, he still had feelings for Erin Lindsay? Like Hell, he thought as he opened up the beer and took a massive gulp. Like HELL.

Jay didn't know how long he had been standing there but all of a sudden he was distracted by a knock at the door. He was too distracted by the thought of Lauren that he bypassed the fact it wasn't her usual knock. She's back to forgive me he thought. Jay put down the beer on the kitchen counter and got to the front door in about five steps. He didn't even find it strange that he couldn't see Laurens curls through the window on the door, he was too wrapped up in thinking how he was going to apologize and make it up to her.

It didn't register in Jay's brain until the door was wide open that it wasn't Lauren. It was the last person he expected to see on the other side. The shadow in front of him shifted from foot to foot, and it was hard at first for him to recognize who it was. The petite figure took a small step towards him, and he immediately felt his heart rate pulse.

Erin.