Two chapters in one night because I hated the last chapter. Enjoy :)

The unit came back into the bullpen about 3 hours later, no one speaking. The only sound coming from the scuffs of their shoes or the heavy stomping up the stairs. Voight went straight for his office and slammed the door behind him. Ruzek went into the break room while Al, Atwater and Jay went to their desks. Erin had sat at her desk doing paperwork, not being distracted by anything, until the mood became somber with the arrival of her unit.

Erin attempted to make eye contact with Jay trying to figure out why everyone was so quiet but his gaze was fixed on his desk. A few minutes passed and she went to stand up before her attention was shifted to Voight who came back out of his office, clearly pissed. He slapped a photo of a kid on the board.

"Logan Matthews. 4. Cause of death, unknown, family whereabouts unknown. Lindsay, I know you're on desk duty, but I need you to go to the morgue, find out anything. You can go alone." Voight went back into his office. Erin sat confused at her desk. What happened to this kid? Is this why the unit is so silent? Why is she going alone? With the millions of questions going through her mind, she grabbed her jacket and left the bullpen.

The drive to the morgue was quick, probably because she was so engrossed in her thoughts. As she made her way into the building, the always poignant environment took over her, as it always did. This place meant death and grief. It meant loss and tears, families being ripped apart from each other. Erin stood up straight as she showed her badge to the receptionist.

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"Logan Matthews, 4. Cause of death is blunt force trauma to the head, he bled out." The coroner's voice sounded melancholy and monotonous. Children's deaths always had a negative impact on everyone.

"Find anything else?" Erin said clearing her throat. She knew why everyone was so quiet now. This four-year-old was the size of a two-year-old. His chest and cheek bones protruded too much from his body. He was extremely pale and there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. The trauma to his head made everything else look better. It took up most of his skull, the stitches were the only thing Erin could look at since he barely had any hair.

"He's malnourished." The coroner took a deep breath before moving the sheet from the boy's chest to his hips. "Lots of bruising, few cracked ribs, some healed. He's got cuts all over him, probably from a knife. No mistake that he was abused."

All Erin wanted to do was leave and go throw up. Seeing the boy made her stomach twist and turn in knots. She tried to focus on her task as she took notes in her memo book. She managed to say a muffled thanks as she left. On her drive back, she realized why she was sent, she was the only one to not see the crime scene.

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Walking up the stairs, not much had changed. Ruzek was trying to make jokes with Atwater and Olinsky, the best thing he could do in circumstances like this. Voight was in his office and Jay was in the break room getting coffee.

When Voight saw Erin, he came out of his office which signalled everyone to hover around the board. As Erin got closer to the board, she noticed some added photos and information. Father: Jake. Mother: Wendy. Brother: Austin. She also got her first look at the crime scene. Dried blood all over the floor, a small mattress meant for a baby covered in urine. The room was small and dark, she thought she could even smell the room. Erin swallowed the lump in her throat.

Once she finished giving all her information to the team, she ran out of the bullpen. The bile from her stomach was burning her throat and she needed to get to a trash can quickly. As she emptied out her stomach, she felt a cold cloth on the back of her neck.

"You okay?" His voice was soft, he was clearly hurting.

She was breathing hard and she was sweating. She took a while to bring her face out of the trash can just in case a round two was coming. She took the cloth from him and rubbed her face with it. Finally she looked at him, not knowing what to say. The blue eyes that she would always get lost in couldn't do their power this time.

He brought her into his chest and held her. The abuse the boy endured reminded her too much of her childhood with her father, always taking the abuse so Teddy wouldn't have to when their mom was knocked out. Little did she know, it was all too familiar to him too.

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