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Chapter 2

Later that evening, Erin and Jay were sitting on her couch again, full after multiple slices of pizza and two bottles of beer apiece. The Blackhawks were winning the hockey game by 2 goals to 1, and the clock was running out. Ten seconds before the end of the game, one of Chicago's star forwards rammed the puck into the goal, giving the Blackhawks a 3-1 win. Jay stood up off the couch and cheered, and Erin laughed at him as she carried over the empty bottles and plates. Jay let the postgame show run on the TV as he helped clean up.

When they were done, Erin and Jay sat down on the couch again after Erin put in one of the Harry Potter DVDs and had plopped down next to him. "Thanks again, Erin, for letting me stay here."

"Like I said, don't mention it," Erin repeated, "And besides, I like having you here. It's nice to have company."

"I couldn't agree more," Jay said quietly as the opening credits began. They stopped talking and Jay was focused on the movie until ten minutes before the end when he realized that Erin had fallen asleep with her head on his chest. He smiled to himself, happy that he made Erin feel safe. He wondered if he'd ever be able to tell her how he really felt about her...that he might actually have feelings for her.

But Voight had told him that if he tried, he would be transferred. And Erin was so close to Voight that she wouldn't want to break his rules. So that was that.

As the music accompanying the end credits began to fill Jay's ears, he turned off the DVD player and the TV. Since he didn't want to move Erin, who looked very peaceful, he leaned back against the sofa and feel asleep himself.

***A few hours later***

Erin woke up to find herself on Jay's chest. At first she was shocked, but then she realized that she felt comfortable with him. As she tried to go back to sleep, she heard clinking on the other side of her front door. Immediately freaking out that someone was trying to break in, she stood up, grabbed and loaded her gun, and laid Jay down on the couch so he would be out of eyeshot of anyone who came through the door.

And to get to Jay, they'd have to go through her.

She pointed her gun straight at the door as it silently swung open and a young guy in a black hoodie, armed himself, entered the apartment. When they locked eyes, the young guy knew he had found who he was looking for, and Erin realized that he was the same guy from the bar the night before. Erin managed to back the young guy up out of her apartment and shut the door, but before she could shoot him he slammed her against the wall, his gun pinned against her temple. He threw her gun on the floor.

"Where's Detective Halstead?" he stated, almost at a whisper level.

"I'm not telling you a damn thing," Erin said through gritted teeth, which only earned her more pressure from the gun barrel against her head. After a few seconds, the guy lowered his gun only to come back with a black sack. Before Erin could lunge for her gun, the sack was thrown over her head and her hands tied. She was blind as she was forced away, her gun left lying on the floor outside her door.

***The next morning***

Jay woke to the bright sunlight shining through her mahogany curtains. As he came to, he realized he was lying down on the couch, not sitting up and leaning against the back. Confused, he stood up and headed for Erin's room, thinking that she might have gone to bed in the middle of the night.

But she was nowhere to be found.

As he frantically ran around calling her name, he noticed that her badge, wallet, keys, and phone were all still in the apartment. Only her gun was missing. It didn't make sense.

He opened the front door with too much ease and discovered that the door was unlocked. As he called Erin's name again while stepping into the hallway, his foot brushed against a hard, sturdy object. He looked down and immediately picked up the object. He knew exactly what it was when he saw the initials EL written in silver sharpie on the bottom of the handle.

It was Erin's gun.

After putting the safety on, he ran back inside the apartment, locked the door, and called Voight from his phone. Luckily, he was awake at 8am. "Voight," Voight said, his raspy voice filling Jay's left ear.

"Sarg, it's Jay," Jay said with panic and worry in his voice, "Erin's gone."

"What? What do you mean Erin's gone?"

"I'm at her apartment and all her things are still here. The door was unlocked when I woke up and her gun was on the hallway floor. She's gone."