I just had to write my ideas down. I don't really have the time for a long story but hope that you will enjoy it anyways!
Her vision was blurry and her face hurt like hell. With a moan she tried to get up but immediately her head felt like exploding. The metallic taste in her mouse almost made her vomit and when she touched her nose, she immediately knew that it was broken. "I am so stupid", she thought to herself and felt her anger arise when she heard steps coming towards her.
Erin loved waking up besides him. She looked at him and couldn't help but smile. He looked so peaceful when he slept. She cuddled closer to him, laying her head on top of his chest to hear his heartbeat. "Good morning" he whispered softly with his eyes still closed and kissed her head. "Did you sleep well?"
She nodded sleepily and pulled him closer to her to get warmed up. Usually she was the one waking up first from being cold. Somehow Jay had the habit of stealing her blanket at night. "I know how to warm you up", Jay smirked and pushed himself on top of her within a second. "I know you do", Erin smirked back and moaned when he started kissing her neck, not leaving out her soft spot that would always make her laugh.
"Hank will kill us if we are late today. He wants us in the gym cause there is no big case at the moment", Erin pushed him back, knowing that she could not resist him if he continued. "This is our pre-training". Jay went under her shirt to squeeze her breast softly. "I mean it, Jay!"
"And I mean it too", Jay answered back and wanted to lift up her shirt but he wasn't prepared for Erin's fast movement that left him pinned under her. "Such a dominant girlfriend"
"Oh stop it!" Erin slapped him softly on his chest and jumped up from him to get into the bathroom. She knew that they would never arrive on time if they started to make out now. She was about to close the door from the inside when Jay pushed it open, pulled her towards his chest and kissed her wildly.
"Great. I look like I've just been in on a rollercoaster and…"
"Well, you were" Jay smirked while Erin drove them to the department.
"Jay! You know that Hank can still take back being okay with us. I don't want to risk anything and being punctual is the least we can do."
"We are still in time", Jay rolled his eyes, pointing at his watch. "Stop rolling your eyes on me", Erin punched him softly at his shoulder which made him laugh out loud. It was good for both of them that things had calmed and that they had overcome the heavy times and now could just be silly with each other from time to time. Erin shrieked when she parked the car and as soon as the engine stopped, Jay pulled her towards him and kissed her softly. "I needed that before we get in and cannot kiss for hours." "Who said that?" Erin smirked and opened the car's door with a satisfying feeling.
Neither of them were prepared for the big news that would shake up their world. Again.
When they entered the department, both of them immediately felt that something was different. Everyone was watching them with a weird look on their face. An emotion between sadness, pity and also anger.
"What's wrong?" Erin immediately walked over to Platt. Few of her colleagues knew that Lindsay and Platt were pretty close – especially when Erin had been a teenager. Trudy had helped her through a lot of pain and had been the one convincing her to start a career inside the police. Platt took Erin's hand and squeezed it, which freaked Erin out a bit because that meant that something really bad had happened. "Voight?" Erin asked but Trudy immediately shook her head when she saw the fear in the younger woman's eyes. Trudy knew that one of Erin's biggest fears was loosing Voight.
"Where is he? You have to tell me where he is!" a girl, not much older than 10 years ran into the Chicago police department. Trudy looked down at the confused girl and when she saw the busted lip and black eye, her protector instinct immediately sat in.
"Hey sweetheart, who do you mean?" she could tell that the girl tried to suppress her tears. So she went in front of the desk and wanted to push the girl softly into another room to get more privacy but as soon as she touched her, the girl flinched and went backwards to get some space between them.
"What is your name?" Platt then carefully asked. She hated seeing kids in such a sad state and wanted to catch the bastard who had obviously hurt her. The girl's movements made it clear that there were more bruises hiding under her clothes. Also it was summer and the girl wore a long jeans and pullover as if she wanted to hide something.
"NO! You have to tell me if he is dead. I need to know that", the girl screamed madly and made fists. It looked like she wanted to threaten Platt but of course Platt was not threatened at all.
"Okay, I will try do that but I cannot do that without an name. Is it a friend of yours?"
The girl looked up and hesitated for a moment but then nodded: "Yes, he is my friend. I think. He always comes by. But he had not come since days. He works here. His name is Hank Voight. Mabye…maybe someone shot him. Did that happen? Is he dead? You have to tell me!" the girl was now crying.
"Okay, come here," Trudy pushed the girl into the room now. The girl immediately got free from her grip and wiped away her tears in pain.
"Why didn't anybody tell me that he is dead? Who killed him? I will kill this person!"
"Okay, you stop now", Trudy pulled the girl closer while holding her at her arms. She looked deeply into the sad eyes, "Did you even listen to me, young girl? Hank Voight is a good friend of mine and he is definitely not dead but was lying at home with a nasty bug.
"He isn't dead?" the small girl wiped her tears away although more and more were coming.
"Nope, he is alive."
"Are…are you really sure?"
Trudy laughed, "Oh yes, sweetheart. I am sure. Actually I've heard him this morning being angry at some colleagues. And you, are you going to tell me your name now? Normally I don't give such information without knowing who is standing in front of me. So, who is this brave little girl in front of me?" Trudy gave her a handkerchief.
"Emily. My name is Emily Brown", she whispered and took a deep breath.
"Well then Emily. Could you tell me how you got this nasty black eye and split lip?"
"I fell off a tree. I have to go now. My parents are waiting", the girl lied and looked down on the ground. Trudy didn't get a chance to answer because her phone started to ring.
"Oh, look! That is him actually. Hey Voight."
"Platt. Is there a young girl at the department?"
"Yes, there is one standing right in front of me and was scared that you were dead", she could sense the huge relief in his voice.
"I need to talk to her", the little girl hesitantly took the phone into her hands and whispered a "hello"
"ERIN! Are you okay? I'm at your house right now." Erin knew that Hank would see that her whole home looked destroyed.
"Yes, I'm okay", Erin lied, bit her lip and started to sob again. She hated that she couldn't stop the tears.
"Are you hurt?"
"Not really. Just a small bruise. Dad was just mad at mom" Erin whispered her lie.
"Okay, you stay where you are. I'm coming." Hank answered and Erin nodded and gave the phone back to the officer.
"Trudy, she is lying. She is hurt, right?"
"Yes!" Trudy looked at the sad girl who sat down on a chair and pulled up her legs to hide her face between her knees. Trudy realized that Erin, not Emily, held her arm in a weird position and was obviously in more pain than she wanted to show. Platt didn't realize that that wasn't the first broken bone Erin had already had in her short life.
What did you think of it so far? Thanks for reading!
