thank you for all the sweet reviews, please keep them coming! & a special thank you to NALEY23always forever for the idea about sunday dinner at voight's! enjoy chapter 3!

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Jay woke up the next morning with a pounding in his head and the smell of coffee brewing. Groaning, he opened his eyes to an unfamiliar apartment and looked around. He was in the strange bed alone with all of his clothes on, which he assumed was a good sign, having no recollection of the night before. He turned to his side and a picture on the nightstand caught his eye – a picture of Erin. "Fuck," he muttered, shooting out of bed.

He found his partner sitting at her kitchen counter, doing something on her phone and sipping a cup of coffee. She didn't hear him coming and jumped when he started speaking. "Erin, whatever happened last night, I am so sorry-"

Erin raised her eyebrow. "You don't remember?" She tried to hide her smile but burst out laughing.

"This isn't funny! What did I do!?" Jay began to panic.

Erin decided to have some fun with this. "You called Voight." She told him, offering no further explanation.

"You're lying."

Erin snorted. "I'm not." She said, her smile wider than ever.

"And this is funny because…? What did I say?" Jay's heart was pounding.

"Apparently you confessed your love for me," Erin finally stood up from the counter and got a bottle of water from the fridge, walking over to hand it to Jay who was still standing by the doorway, frozen in fear.

"Erin…" He suddenly felt like he was going to throw up, and it definitely wasn't from the hangover.

"Would you calm down?" She finally reached him and handed him the bottle of water, taking his other hand in hers. "Apparently you are also are very convincing."

"What are you saying?"

Erin didn't answer; instead she stood on her toes and gave him a soft kiss. "I don't know what you said," she whispered to him, "but whatever it was, it worked,"

Jay was too shocked to kiss her back; he just stood there, dumbfounded. "I… I got Voight's approval?"

"I mean, if you don't believe me…" Erin smirked and began to walk away, but Jay grabbed her hand.

"Oh, I'm taking your word for this one." He told her, leading her back to the bedroom.

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Their first week in Intelligence as a couple went smoothly, aside from them being late to work that first morning. They had proved to Hank that they could keep it professional at work, even though their co-workers sly comments made it hard sometimes.

On Wednesday night, they had walked into Molly's holding hands and the unit erupted in hoots and screams of "I told you so!" and "I won the bet!" Atwater showed Jay a piece of paper containing the bet that the unit had placed on their relationship status and he just shook his head. He wanted to be mad, but he still felt like he was floating on cloud nine.

"It's about damn time, man," Antonio had told him, slapping him on the back.

Jay laughed and shook his head. "How long has this bet been going on?"

"Hmm… how long have you been partners?" Jay rolled his eyes. "Okay, maybe it was that time you laid that guy out for just looking at her. Or maybe, it was the look in your eyes that time she went in undercover as a couple with Ruzek. Or maybe-"

"Okay, okay. I get it," Jay looked up at Erin, who was across the bar laughing at something Burgess had said. "But can you blame me?"

Antonio shook his head. "That," he pointed to Erin, "is like my little sister. Watch yourself. But for what it's worth, you're both pretty lucky."

Jay nodded and made his way across the bar to his girl. She felt his hands on her hips and turned to face him. "Hey, you."

One look into her shining eyes and Jay was gone. "Let's get out of here," he whispered, pulling her into him.

"Oh, definitely." Erin took his hand and led him out of the bar, leaving the whole unit behind just shaking their heads and still wondering what had taken them so long.

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"Jay!" Erin banged on his apartment door. "Come on, we're gonna be late!"

The door opened and Jay stood there, still in sweats. "Oh, how the tables have turned. Remember that time we were almost late to my brother's wedding because someone needed a tenth coat of lip gloss?" He smirked as she pushed past him into his apartment.

"You are NOT wearing those." She ignored his joke and looked him up and down.

"Er, do I have to go?" He suddenly sounded like a scared little kid and Erin realized what the problem was.

"Jay," she walked back over to him and cupped her hand around his cheek, "It's just my family. You see Voight everyday." Her voice got softer as she looked into his eyes.

"But I've never seen him outside of the district as your boyfriend," he almost choked over the last word. "And Justin hates me."

Erin sighed, "Look, I know Voight can be intimidating. But I promise, he only wants what's best for me. And deep down, he knows that it's you. You're what's best for me," she gave him a soft kiss, "And Justin is just gonna have to deal with that too," she pulled him into a hug and felt his rapid heartbeat against her chest.

Jay melted into Erin's hug and squeezed her tight, not wanting to let go. He felt so safe there with her and he knew that in a half hour he would be in a room with two men who probably wanted to kill him more than half of the criminals he caught at work.

Erin pulled away and looked into his eyes again. "Calm down. And go put on jeans." She playfully pushed him away and he reluctantly went into his bedroom to change.

The car ride there was silent, with Erin driving but keeping a hand on Jay's leg the whole time. When they pulled into Voight's driveway, she turned to look at him. "You can do this. I got you." She reassured him before getting out of the car.

Jay's hand shook as he reached up to knock on Voight's door. A little boy came padding down the hall to answer it and Erin reached down to pick him up. "Hey buddy!" she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Jay, this is my nephew, Daniel. Daniel, this is my boyfriend, Jay."

Jay's fears suddenly diminished when he heard Erin use the b-word and he smiled. "Hi, Daniel," he waved to the little boy in Erin's arms as she led them inside.

They entered the kitchen where Voight, Justin, and Olive were sitting at the table and Erin put Daniel down.

"Hey, kid." Hank stood up to give her a hug. "Halstead," he held out his hand.

"Hi, Sarge," Jay shook his hand.

"Call me Hank. Sit down, I'll get you a beer." He motioned to the table, where Erin was already sitting next to Olive and she smiled at him reassuringly.

They all made small talk while dinner was in the oven and Jay had begun to feel comfortable. Hank, Justin, and Erin shared stories of Camille and Hank and Justin threw in embarrassing stories about Erin every chance they got.

"Er, remember that one time you got in trouble for passing a note to your boyfriend in class and your teacher made you read it out loud?" Justin was laughing so hard he could barely get the question out.

Erin turned bright red and almost choked on her wine and Hank started to crack up.

"Wait, I gotta hear this one! What did the note say?" Jay smiled, looking at Erin who was squirming in her seat.

Erin glared at him and kicked him under the table.

"Oh, no, it's not what the note said. Although that was funny – mushy high school love shit - but ask her about the punishment," Justin had tears rolling down his face.

"I had to stay after school and help sweep my teacher's classroom," Erin said matter-of-factly.

"And?" Hank asked, still laughing. Jay raised his eyebrows.

Justin couldn't wait any longer for her to finish the story. "And she used the broom as a microphone and put on a concert that her teacher and principal walked in on,"

Erin groaned as everyone else at the table cackled, including Jay. Every time he looked at her he just laughed harder, picturing a young Erin Lindsay getting caught jamming out to the Spice Girls.

Erin looked around the table and couldn't help but smile. At least all of her men were bonding. "You're all dead to me," she joked, getting up to take the lasagna out of the oven.

Once dinner was served, the conversation had moved away from Erin's childhood to work, the weather, and everything in between. Voight, Justin, and Jay were getting along well and Erin couldn't have been happier.

After dinner, Erin and Olive cleared the table while all of the boys went into the living room to catch the end of the Blackhawks game.

"You look happy," Olive said to Erin as she loaded the dishwasher.

Erin nodded. "I am," She honestly couldn't wipe the smile off of her face.

When Erin walked into the living room, Jay and Justin were screaming at the TV about a bad call while Daniel sat on Jay's lap, causing her to smile even wider.

"Hey, you took my spot," she jokingly said to Daniel as she sat down next to them. Hank cleared his throat and Erin rolled her eyes and rested her head on Jay's shoulder. They all watched the rest of the game, with Jay and Justin screaming at every bad call and high-fiving every time the Blackhawks scored.

By the time the game ended, Daniel had fallen asleep on Jay's lap. Olive told Justin they should get him home and Justin walked over to Jay to get his son. As he bent down to pick up the sleeping child, he whispered in Jay's ear. "I really want to hate you, but I've never seen her this happy. Keep it up."

Jay beamed. "Always," he nodded.

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Erin pulled into the parking lot of Jay's apartment and leaned over to kiss him goodbye before he got out of the car.

"That was fun," he told her, surprising himself. "Thanks for dragging me,"

"I told you Hank wasn't so bad. And besides, I think I took all of the heat off of you," she shook her head; still replaying the awful memories of the concert she'd had in her English classroom.

Jay burst out laughing all over again. "I gotta ask though. What did the note say?"

Erin raised her eyebrow. "Why do you care so much?" she questioned.

"Just curious. I can't really picture Erin Lindsay being 'mushy,'" he said, making air-quotes with his hands to mock Justin.

"Hmmm… well I think it said, I love you sooo much and I can't wait for tonight. Ooh, I bet it had a winky face too," she bit her lip, "That – after my concert, anyway – was a good night. Over ten years ago and it still stands out," she pretended to remember, a smirk on her face.

"Okay, okay, okay-" Jay cut her off, the thought of Erin and another man, even if it was in high school, was not something he wanted to think about.

"Aw, what's wrong? Too far?" she couldn't wipe the smirk off of her face as Jay shook his head.

"Little bit. And because of that-" he reached across her and pulled her keys out of the ignition. "I'm kidnapping you tonight and I'm going to give you a new night to stand out, Lindsay."

"Easy, Halstead. Kidnapping me would be against my will," she leaned across the console and rested her forehead against his, "And I don't think I'm gonna fight you on this one." She said, roughly pressing her lips to his.