The Chicago sunshine sneaking through the blinds woke Jay with a start.

Last night had been amazing. Obviously he'd missed the sex part, but being able to hold her, touch her and please her had made him feel electric. The fact that Erin had fallen asleep in his arms last night was an added bonus, he never wanted to let her go again.

He yawned, stretched and rotated his body to the other side, wanting to be reminded of the reason why he had woken up so happy this morning. He felt a slight chill when he flipped his body.

To his dismay, the other side of the bed was empty.

The feeling felt all too familiar. He was about to let himself panic when he heard the shower start running.

Thank God.

He pulled back the covers and forced his body off the mattress. He tried the bathroom door but it was locked.

He had the need and desire to see her, to see her body. The fact she was preventing him from doing so only deepened his craving. Jay gritted his teeth and pushed against the doorframe.

"Er, let me in."

Erin pretended not to hear him as she stripped herself of Jay's shirt and stepped in the shower. She let the item fall to the floor as she heard him speak again.

"Erin, let me in there."

She closed her eyes and let the water drip down her body.

Last night had been amazing. Their bodies had just connected with each other like they hadn't been apart. She felt safe being back in his arms. She felt at home.

But this morning was different. She couldn't let him see her bare body in the daylight. She couldn't let him see her scars, her burns, the marks Logan had left on her skin.

There was no way he'd find her sexy. There was no way he'd want to touch her when she was a mixture of red, black and blue. He wouldn't want to see her in the shower, no matter how much he was knocking on the door right now.

"Er, come on!"

"I'm in the shower, Jay!"

She could practically hear him smirking. "All the more reason to let me in."

"No Jay I'm not going to let you in!"

She heard him retreat away from the door, giving her a chance to rinse her body of soap. It killed her to hear him walking away: she wanted nothing more than to let Jay in the bathroom with her, but she didn't want him to be put off by her wounds.

Erin turned off the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. She smiled sadly to herself in the mirror before going back into the bedroom. She paused when she saw Jay, lying on top of the comforter. His expression was a mixture of hurt and concern. His television was on but Jay wasn't concentrating. He turned to face her when she entered the room.

"Hey, are you okay?" the concern in his voice made her weak: how could he be so caring towards her when she kept shutting him out?

She knew she would probably cry if words left her mouth so she nodded at him. He didn't look convinced.

"Tell me," he said softly as he got up off the bed and made his way over to her. She folded her arms across her chest in an attempt to conceal herself from his sight. He reached out and cupped her face. "Tell me." he repeated.

"Don't…don't look at me." She tried to turn her face away but he kept a grip on her.

He looked taken aback. "What?" His tone was raised like he had reacted out of surprise.

"You don't want to look at me, Jay" her eyes were beginning to gloss over but she refused to let any water drip from her eyes. "Last night was amazing, you were amazing. But its daylight now, you don't want to see…you don't want to see my body like this."

Jay stared at her, still with both hands holding onto her face, wondering if he had heard her correctly. He let his hands drop and took both of hers in his own before guiding her to the edge of the bed.

"Erin," he tightened his grip on her, pulling her closer. "You're beautiful. You are so breathtakingly beautiful to me I don't ever want to stop looking at you. These," he paused and looked down at the patches on her skin "These are here to remind you, and everybody else, how strong you are. They show you aren't going to be defeated, and that you're tough. Don't.. don't ever think I don't want to look at you, Erin. I could look at you forever."

He always did this. He had a way with words that made her feel like she had no words of a worthy reply. She settled with no words, instead replying with a kiss. He soon returned it but she broke it off suddenly to ask him the question on her mind:

"Were you serious about what you said last night?"

"About what?" his mind was a little hazy, whatever conversation they had last night was not the main thing he remembered.

"Undercover," she smiled as she saw him racking his brains. "About going undercover with me."

"Oh, absolutely. Of course I was serious Erin. There is no way you're going back in there alone. Not after I know what he's capable of."

Erin nodded and smiled at him. "But Jay, how is this going to work? Logan knows who I am, and Lauren knew you so how-"

"I have an idea. Come on, get dressed and we'll head to work."

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"Jay. Erin. How nice of you to join us."

Erin shot Voight a warning glance. "We need to talk to you." They both strode into the office and Voight followed close behind.

"So what's up with you two?"

Jay looked at Erin. Erin looked at Jay.

Hank pretended not to notice. "Well?" he went on.

Jay squirmed in his chair- whenever it came to Erin, Hank still put him on edge. "We think we figured a way to get Logan."

Hank lifted his head, switching his eyes between the pair. "I'm listening."

Jay's hand consciously went to Erin's knee and squeezed it. It didn't go unnoticed by Voight, but he kept silent for the minute. He was intrigued by their plan.

"Logan is clever, we have to do this properly," said Erin. "He obviously already knows who I am so I'm going to have to beg his forgiveness. Make him think I'm back." She grimaced as she thought about him. "I told Jay about him when I came back and he remembered. He had contacts in Mexico and London who he worked with, but never actually met." Erin racked her brains as she tried to remember details. "Pablo Vasquez and Henry Smith. What if we have Jay pose as one of them? He could be the one who helps us finally catch this asshole."

She finished what she was saying and looked at Hank.

He didn't look convinced. "And I'm just expected to send two of my best detectives undercover for God knows how long?"

It was Jay's turn to respond. "It's the best hope we have, Hank. If we don't do this, who knows what Logan will do-"

"You're okay with this, Erin?"

She leaned forward in her chair. "I've been there before." She put her own hand on top of Jay's, the one already resting on her knee. "This time there'll be two of us. We can arm ourselves with decoys, keep in contact with each other."

"Sounds like you've really thought this through." Hank scratched his head, leaning back behind his desk. "So, you two, you're back together?" he questioned.

Jay and Erin looked at each other, realizing the topic hadn't been discussed between them yet.

"Yes." They said in unison.

"And you guys are okay with not being allowed contact undercover? You know, unless your alias's cross paths?"

Jay smiled sadly. "I suppose I'll have to be."

"You'll have to be, you can't blow your cover."

"It'll be worth it in the end." Erin answered.

Hank looked resigned: they'd really thought the plan through. He folded his arms across his chest.

"Sarge, do you have any updates on Logan? Before we put this plan into action?"

"He's moved location. Mouse put a location on him directing him back to Clark Street-"

"In the Loop?!" Jay sounded surprised.

"Yes. Last we saw of him he was unloading around ten Romanian girls from a black van. We had a CI's eyes on him. Except they turned their head for a second and he was gone."

"So how do we know which house is his?"

"There have been complaints of strange animalistic noises and screams coming from 124. The house is registered to a Molly O'Neill-"

Erin's jaw dropped to the floor. "To a who?"

"You know that name?"

"She was one of the girls there the first time I was. I always thought he favored her. She was always in first, always getting the best of everything. What happened to her?"

"CPD found her last night. I called you but I figured you were busy."

Erin felt her cheeks flood with color. "Is she, I mean, how-"

"She's alive but barely. She's in Med right now but with 24 hour supervision. She's shaken and hardly recognizable. Med are set to call when they find out what exactly happened. This has to stop, the sooner we catch Logan the better. For all of us."

Erin breathed out heavily. "Shit," she rubbed her temples. "Should I, go visit her?"

"Does she know you're a cop?"

"Don't think so."

"Then it's best it stays that way."

"But she-"

"Not yet, Erin. She could be involved somehow, we don't know yet. Logan could be playing with us, there's got to be a reason he's using a house that's registered to her.

"There's only one way we're gonna find out."

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Erin looked at Jay as they got out of the car. He had been strangely quiet the whole way home from the district.

She racked her brains back to their meeting with Hank, seeing if she could think of anything that would cause Jay to be so quiet.

It was her turn to be concerned about him. She waited until they were back in the apartment before she said anything.

"What's up?"

Jay sank into the couch. "Hmm?" He didn't look at her directly just gazed in front of him.

She looked at him with a look of seriousness. She intently sat down next to him, hoping with all of her heart that he wasn't having second thoughts about the undercover operation.

"You were quiet all the way home. You gonna tell me what's wrong?"

"Just the name. Molly O'Neill. I know that name."

"You do?"

"Yeah. But I don't know where from. And it's gonna bug me." He scratched his beard then ran his hand through his hair. "But I don't have to think about that tonight. Come here."

Jay outstretched his arm, motioning for Erin to move closer to him on the couch. The movement caused his top to ride up his torso revealing his bare skin. She obliged straight away, positioning herself at his side.

"Do you think we're ready for this?" Erin could hear the apprehension in his voice. It was almost as though he hadn't been undercover before, by the way he was talking about it.

She turned to face him. "Of course," she paused to lean in and capture his lips in a kiss. "We'll be badass." She grinned.

"Ha, yeah we will" Jay kissed her again then leaned back on the couch. "Except I don't know how you're gonna keep your hands off me when we're in there," he laughed "I mean, I'm sexy Erin."

Erin glared at him and hit his chest playfully. "Oh, I'm sure I'll cope Jay, I survived almost two years at work without making a move-"

"Oh, don't lie to me, I saw you checking me out."

"Okay maybe."

He laughed and pulled her back into him. He linked her fingers with his own and leant his chin on top of her head.

"You're sure you're going to be okay in there? I mean you say the word and we're out-"

"Told you, I'm badass."

"Yeah," he chuckled "You are." He whispered the words as he fumbled with her shirt.

She scoffed. "What are you doing?!"

"We've got limited time left together, Er. I don't know about you, but I wanna make the most of it."

The sound of Erin's laughter filled the room as they got completely lost in each other once again.

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