Hey guys, I'm back! Sorry for taking so much time. I had some personal hardships I had to deal with. I do hope I can continue with this story more consistently. Please tell me what you think.

Also, fave for this crossover chapter with Chicago PD's Erin Lindsay!

Thanks for reading! (I don't know any of the characters or series)

WhereIsTheBlack


Months had flown by in the blink of an eye, and Sarah Reese was now back from what she called her 'very unfortunate vacation'. She had been granted permission to be absent from work for Christmas and New Year because of her grandmother's serious health conditions, and now that the beloved woman had passed away, she was back to fulfill her duties in the hospital's laboratory.

She felt a mixture of pain and relief. Relief to be back and doing what she loved and to be with the people she loved, but at the same time she felt somewhat hollow. Her grandmother had died. People died every day, but not the people who were close to her.

Connor had called her and messaged her every day, his voice many times the lullaby she needed to fall sleep. The day it had happened, he had flown to Utah to be with her and to help her get her act together. Sarah didn't feel she was too much of an emotionally strong person, but when Connor was with her, all her fears and worries eased.

A familiar smell shook her out of her mental flashbacks. She took a long breath, and caught a whiff of freshly made coffee as she walked towards the hospital's main entrance. She followed the smell and ended up at the coffee shop she used to work at a few months ago.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," said a cheerful voice. Sarah smiled as she turned around.

"Hello, Dr. Charles."

The man looked up at her from his recently folded newspaper with a genuine warm smile.

"You good, kid?"

"Better now that I'm home," she replied sitting across from him.

"You know," he said with a feigned air of mystery "A dark, broody doctor came by not too long ago, asking for you.

Sarah's smile half-dropped, instantly getting nervous. Even though all her fellow doctors knew about her and Connor's relationship, she knew that any authority would judge the relationship between a doctor and a medical student.

"R-really? Who?"

"Dr. Rhodes. He wants to see you in the West Wing to keep you up to date with patients."

"Oh, okay. Sure, then I must be on my way," she replied hastily, almost spilling Dr. Charles's drink as she stood up with a spring.

"Weren't you going to order something?" he asked with a quizzical brow.

Sarah opened and closed her mouth as she stood in the middle of the hallway "I just think it's best if I start catching up with work now," she said, signaling the exit door. "I have weeks of files to work on."

She headed for the door, but stopped when she heard Dr. Charles voice once again.

"Yeah?" she asked, turning to him quickly.

The same warm smile adorned his features again. "I'm sorry for your loss."

Sarah released a breath she didn't know she had been holding. She nodded towards him and managed to give the same smile back. "Thanks, Dr. Charles."

"Anything you need kid, just let me know."

"Thank you."


The West Wing was not far from the coffee shop. Sarah almost flew in a beeline, expectant to see the man she thought of 24/7.

Over the past weeks Sarah had come to the realization that she was becoming one of those women. And by those women she meant the ones that couldn't function properly without a dose of their significant others per day. She also came to realize that she hadn't seen Connor in almost a month, so perhaps it was the feeling of missing him that was talking.

Whatever it was, all she knew is that she hardly could keep her heartbeat under control.

Yes, even after 8 months of dating, Connor Rhodes still made her blush, make her feel nervous and make her stomach flutter.

She walked through the entrance doors with the mindset of stopping for no greetings from anyone before she saw Connor.

"Hey girl! You're finally back!"

April's face was suddenly in front of her like an excited puppy. Sarah debated on continuing her path before she was engulfed in a bone-crushing hug.

"A-april…" she choked out. "Oxygen. Can't. Please."

"Oh! Sorry, it's just I've been working out a lot more since you were gone. Sometimes I can't keep these babies in control!" she said excitedly, kissing her left bicep.

"O-kay…"

"How are you?"

The change in her tone drove the conversation to a more serious setting.

"I'm good. I really am. Time off helped a lot," she said with a sigh.

"And I'm sure the boyfriend helped out too," she said with a grin.

Sarah chuckled. "Yeah, the boyfriend helped too."

"Speaking of boyfriends… Somebody left your favorite flowers on the nurses' desk this morning," April sang.

"What?" Sarah frowned as April dragged her to said desk. There they were: purple orchids sitting on a glass vase filled with water.

"They're beautiful," she said in awe.

"They are, aren't they?" April said with a romantic gleam on her eye. "When the flower guy said they were for you I swear I heard someone cry."

Sarah wasn't listening as she gaped at the gesture with love and happiness. She had to see him now.

"April," she blurted, interrupting her rant, which was now about shoes. "I love you, and I love seeing you, but I have to go. Connor's expecting me."

April nodded and sighed. "Say no more, go to your man, I'll be around here when you come back."

With that said, Sarah walked half-trotted to the West Wing's main hall.

She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him, standing at the other end of the corridor, face down, looking at some files on his hands. As if she had called him with her mind, he looked up.

Sarah didn't wait to see any reaction on his face and stood in front of him, doctors and nurses blurry on her peripheral vision as she focused only on him.

"Reese. Good to see you've returned," he said with a smile.

She didn't say anything. She ached to hold him, to touch him somehow. But she couldn't with all these people watching them. The idea of not being able to so made her want to cry.

"Shall we go into the main conference room? I want to discuss a few things with you," he said as he walked with her and pointed to said room.

Once they were inside, Connor, drew the blinds down. When he finished with the last one, Sarah wasted no time to wrap him up in her arms from behind, burying her face on his back. Her grip was strong, almost clawing at his white coat with her nails.

He didn't move, allowing her to have this moment. She noticed his breathing was steady and calm, unlike hers, which was ragged and choked with the threat of tears. She had missed him so much. So much so that she found herself trembling, unable to handle all the emotions she was feeling.

It was only when Connor heard a sniff that he untangled himself from her arms and looked at her.

Sarah looked at him as if scanning his face into her brain. His scruff was darker, and his blue eyes more intense than she had ever seen them before. Her breath caught up in her throat when she noticed his eyes drag from her own to her lips.

A second later, she was being kissed. Passionately, but in such a careful way that made her fearful of making the wrong move. The fear went away when Connor intensified the kiss and held the back of her neck. Sarah let herself be driven by him. She obeyed his every move and answered to his every caress, feeling defenseless.

When they finally broke up, Connor hugged her tightly to himself. "You have no idea of how much I've missed you, my darling."

Sarah tried to speak, but the knot on her throat betrayed her. She closed her mouth and nodded into his shoulder. Connor kissed the side of her jaw and neck, melting her into him. She tried to speak again, but no sound came out. She wanted to tell him she had missed him too. That she loved him, but if she did, she was surely going to break down.

"I know, sweetheart," he whispered to her. "It's okay."

They stayed like that a couple of minutes or maybe more, the brunette could not tell. All she knew was that she was safe with him. She was okay.

Connor drew apart slightly but still held her by the waist. "When did you get here?" he asked, tucking a curl behind her ear.

"An hour ago," she sighed, running her hands up and down his sleeved arms.

Connor nodded, not knowing what else to say.

"Your beard is darker," Sarah pointed out, evoking a chuckle from him.

"And you got more beautiful since I last saw you."

She shook her head and buried her head into his chest.

"I love you."

"I love you too, baby," he replied, kissing the top of her head. "I wish I could've spent more time with you."

Sarah shook her head. "You had work."

"Still…"

Sarah shut him up with a small kiss, which Connor returned. She then lay her head on his chest again.

"Thank you for the flowers."

A moment of silence set in between them.

"What flowers?"

"The orchids," she said not moving from the position she was in. "They're beautiful."

Sarah felt herself be moved by his hands and she met his furrowed brow.

"I didn't send flowers."

Sarah blinked a few times.

"What do you mean? They were addressed to… me…" her voice quieted down as Connor's eyes grew darker.

Sarah shook her head slowly, coming to the same realization as he. "No… I mean it couldn't be…"

"Oh, yes, it could." Connor glanced at her one last time before he left the room, furious. Sarah followed close, both heading to the same location.

"Maggie," Sarah heard Connor say. "The flowers Sarah got this morning. I want to see them."

"What is…?"

"Now, Maggie," he said a tad violently. Sarah touched his arm, and he instantly relaxed. When Maggie brought the vase to the top of the desk, Connor looked at her apologetically before scanning for a card.

"Here," said Sarah, retrieving the small paper.

From a secret admirer. Remember: I'm ALWAYS watching you. I'll be seeing you tonight. XX

"It's him," said Sarah, exasperated and scared. "It's Joey, it's him."

"But it's been months since…"

"I know, but it's him. I'm sure of it. He's not going to let this go."

"Let what go?"

Sarah gulped audibly. "Me."

Connor dragged a hand through his mouth, clearly stressed and angry. He had started to shake as well, and his teeth were gritted tightly shut.

"What does it mean he'll see you tonight?" asked Connor, transfixed by the message.

Sarah kept quiet, racking her brains for a logical explanation without success. "I don't know."

"We need to call the police," Connor said, visibly shaken.

"Connor…"

"No," he said looking at her. "This is stalking, Sarah. This is invasion of privacy. He has crossed the line. He crossed it a long time ago."

"I know."

He then lowered his voice so only she could hear. "How am I supposed to keep you safe when that lunatic is out there planning God knows what?"

"I know," Sarah insisted more forcefully, making Connor focus on her and relax for a second. "I'll go to the station after my shift."

"No," he shook his head.

"N-no?"

"No. There's no evidence, they'll put you on hold until forever."

"Then what should I do?"

"I should stay with you."

"Connor… you have to perform surgery later, you know that's not an option."

Connor dragged his fingers through his hair, trying to come up with a solution. His eyes brightened at last.

"There's someone who owes me a favor. Let me make a call," he said, taking his phone to his ear and turning away from her in a haste.

"What? Who?" asked Sarah with a furrowed brow.

Connor looked at her as he waited for the other person to pick up. When that someone did, he perked up a little. "Lindsay? It's Rhodes."


"So how long do you want me to watch her?" said the raspy voice of the Chicago Police Department Intelligence Unit's detective.

"Just this night. For now."

Sarah, Erin Lindsay and Connor, stood in the middle of Sarah's apartment, both Sarah and Connor briefing the other woman on the situation. It was 9p.m. already, and Connor soon had to leave to perform his surgery. The warm yellow light of the lamps slowly flickered through each of their faces, making the setting seem a little more serious than the issue perhaps was.

"Look. You know I'd do anything to help you out," Lindsay started off "but…" she turned towards Sarah with curiosity. "What's this about?"

"My ex-boyfriend," she replied before Connor could, taking whatever little control she had over what was happening. "He had been stalking and calling me a few months ago. It seemed he got tired of it after a while, but we think now he's back."

"And why call me? Why not file a complaint?"

"No evidence," Connor said simply. "He wrote her a card, saying he was seeing her tonight. But nothing proves that it's him. The flowers where delivered from an anonymous call and from an anonymous account. It could be anyone for the police. I just… want to make sure-"

"Want to make sure your girl's safe," Lindsay finished for him, nodding as she understood. "Don't worry, she will be." She then turned to Sarah again, looking at her with more detail. "Are you a doctor too?"

"Um no… medical student."

Erin grinned. "Wow, Doc., didn't know you liked them young," she told Connor with a snicker.

"Aaand with that, I'm gone," said Connor, rolling his eyes, but smiling when he saw Sarah turn a deep shade of red at the comment. He took her lightly by the elbows and pulled her in for a soft kiss. "I'll see you as soon as I can, okay? Please call me if anything happens," he said, turning to look at both.

"Sure thing, boss," said Lindsay, hugging him goodbye. "This makes us even, though," she warned.

Connor closed an eye, pretending to think. "No, it doesn't."

Lindsay's smile dropped slightly. "Yes, it does."

"I'll think about it," he said at last, exiting the door. "Bye, beautiful," he said to Sarah before he was gone, leaving the two women alone.

Erin scoffed in feigned annoyance. "Unbelievable." She threw her hands in the air before she made herself way to the living room.

Sarah stood alone, dumbfounded. Since when did Connor know her? She shook her head as she heard a sound from where the other woman was at and followed her. She let out a small smile as she watched her get comfortable on the couch as if she were in her own place.

"I have popcorn, in case you want to watch a movie," Sarah said meekly, signaling the kitchen.

"I was thinking something more on the lines of alcohol," she replied with a whisper.

"Oh. Um… well, I-I don't drink. Much. I don't drink much that is…"

Erin looked down as she nodded.

"But I think I juuust might have some beer. Let me go check."

Sarah practically bolted out of the stranger's sight. She knew that Connor trusted her, but she didn't know her at all. She seemed tough and mysterious, indicating she was not a person to be messed with. Sarah desperately wanted to know how Connor had met her.

"So what was the favor?" Sarah asked from across the room as she grabbed a couple of beer bottles.

"Pardon?" she yelled back, as she scanned the channels of the TV.

"What favor did you owe Connor?" asked Sarah softly as she sat beside her, not too close, and handed her a beer.

Erin looked down and smiled for a second. "Let's just say he was there when I needed to get out of an issue."

Sarah nodded, Lindsay's answer not giving her too much detail. In fact, she felt more confused.

"Drugs," was all that the detective said as she looked at her confused face.

Sarah instantly started turning red. "I'm sorry, I-"

"Hey, it's okay. Your guy was one of the people who helped me out of addiction. There's nothing wrong with that," she said a tad defensively, taking a chug of beer. Sarah looked at the older woman and suddenly felt as if she were looking at a teenager, with her arms wrapped around her legs and her chin buried on her knees.

"No, there's nothing wrong with that," Sarah finally replied softly.

They stayed quiet for a little while, watching a boring movie before Sarah spoke again.

"How did you two meet?"

"Will introduced us."

"Will Halstead? You know him?"

Erin laughed. "Well it would suck if I didn't, seeing as he's my boyfriend's brother."

Sarah's eyes opened wide, now understanding, but didn't reply back. After what seemed hours, she felt herself beginning to doze off. Her eyelids felt heavy, and no matter in what position she sat, she was not comfortable. Her mind wandered to Connor and to how the surgery was going. Then to Joey and whether if he would show up tonight and try something. She trembled at the thought, and Erin seemed to notice this.

"You okay?" she asked, a genuine concern in her voice.

"I'm fine."

"You should probably get some sleep. You look tired."

"I'm used to not sleeping," replied Sarah stubbornly. She didn't want to close her eyes.

Lindsay sighed. "Listen, kid..."

"Sarah."

Lindsay stopped at her interruption. "Okay, Sarah. I'm here to keep you safe, okay? Nothing's going to happen to you. Do you think Rhodes would let me live if I did?"

Sarah grew more serious. "No. No, he's not one to be as forgiving on that matter."

"Why do you say that?" asked the detective, taking another long drink.

"A few months ago, I was attacked at the hospital. He blamed himself," she said simply.

Erin nodded. "Well. We can't have that now, can we?"

Sarah smiled, and with her, Erin.

"Go on, get some sleep. It's almost 3:30. I promise I'll wake you up if something happens."

As if on cue, a hard knock on the door was heard. The detective immediately drew a finger to her lips, signaling silence to the younger woman. She then proceeded to retrieve her gun from the side table and near the door. Sarah watched her practically tiptoe and hold the gun with both hands firmly. Another knock was heard. Sarah stared at the other woman as she thought her actions carefully. Erin then quickly signaled for her.

"I need your ROBE," she mouthed clearly. Sarah furrowed her brow, but obeyed her orders and went to the bathroom to get it. She handed it to her and watched as Erin wrapped it around herself. She put her gun on her pocket and messed her hair with her hands. Sarah immediately caught up with her plan: she was pretending to live here.

Erin signaled her to leave for her room, and she did, but pressed an ear on the nearest door to the hallway.

"Who is it?" Erin asked with a fake tired voice.

No response.

"It's three o'clock in the morning, damn it, who the hell is it?" she said more loudly through the door. When there was no answer once again, the detective opened the door, hiding her gun behind it. The small gap made it impossible for someone to look inside. When she got a good look on who was outside, she instantly found the curly-haired, freckled man with glasses to fit Connor's description.

"What do you want?" she asked with a yawn, pretending that she had been asleep.

"I'm looking for Sarah Reese."

"Who?" Lindsay asked annoyed, with a furrowed brow.

"Sarah Reese."

"Who's asking?"

"That depends on who wants to know."

Lindsay waved him off with a tired eye roll. "Look, man. I've been living here since the past two months and I don't know anyone with that name. Now leave," she said closing the door. Before it was completely shut, though, his hand stopped it.

Erin looked him dead in the eye. "What's your deal, asshole?"

"I know she lives here."

"I told you, dickhead-"

"I saw her leave this apartment this morning."

Lindsay scoffed, looking at him with a gleam in her eye. "So what, you're a stalker now? Who are you, her brother?"

"I'm her boyfriend."

"Really? You don't seem to be boyfriend material," Lindsay pushed again, only to be stopped more forcefully by him.

"I want to see Sarah," said Joey getting angrier by the second.

"That's not gonna happen."

"Listen, you little bitch…"

"No, you listen, you fucking asshole." The gun was suddenly in Joey's face, Erin ticking with anger as she spoke. "I don't want to see you anywhere around here, is that clear? She is under my care, and Chicago's P.D. You lay one finger on her, I cut your balls off. You come looking for her, I make sure you rot in jail. You even stand a few miles too close from the restraining order I'm issuing on your sorry ass and I make sure you never lay. A. Foot. On. This. City. Again. Do I make myself clear?"

Sarah smiled to herself as she heard the detective's words. She didn't know if they were part of a threat policemen were used to make to scare people off or if she had meant them, but either way, she was glad she had a new person in her life who could back her up.

"Fine," said Joey's quieter voice. "I'll go. But this isn't over."

"You better hope it is," spat back Erin, gun still pointed at him.

After Erin had seen his speed off, he closed the door with a slam, her body resting against it, exhausted.

"Is he gone?"

She regained her posture as soon as she saw Sarah, a more confident look on her face. "Yeah, he's gone." She dropped on the couch, Sarah following suit. "I have to tell you, Sarah. He's doesn't seem like he's going to be leaving anytime soon. He will follow you around. And he has been watching you since this morning. That is if he hasn't been watching you for way longer."

"I know," Sarah said solemnly. "I heard." She wasn't scared anymore. She was angry. She was furious at Joey for not letting her be. For noting giving her peace.

"I will issue a restraining order, but I'm afraid that won't stop him. You must call me the next time you see something weird around here, okay? Even the slightest thing out of place. We don't know what this asshole is capable of."

A phone suddenly started ringing, interrupting their conversation. Sarah's phone.

"It's probably Connor," she said, bolting out to her room, Erin following suit, not easily relaxed. When she reached Sarah she noticed, her fingers frozen on the device as she stared the caller's number.

"It's him," she said quietly, but Lindsay managed to hear her.

"Listen, Sarah. This is entirely up to you. If you answer, it might help me get more information from him, but you don't have to if-"

Sarah didn't let her finish as she clicked the answer button and then the speaker.

"Who is this?" she asked.

No one answered.

"I said, who is this?!" she asked, furiously.

Paced breathing was heard. Sarah felt she was in a horror movie. A movie she didn't want to be part of in any way.

"What do you want?!"

The breathing stopped, both girls looking steadily at one another.

"I want you to look inside," said the grave voice of a man.

"W-what? Inside what?"

Silence again.

Erin grabbed the phone and was about to hang up before three words left Sarah with a freezing chill down her spine, making her blood turn cold. She felt weak in the knees, and she felt familiar spots ache from when she was almost raped at the hospital, the pain throbbing with increasing intensity with every passing second.

"The laundry room."


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