Hey, thank you so much again to everyone who is following/favouriting/reviewing this fic! I know it's been awhile since I've updated but here's a little something! But I mean, we no longer have to imagine what it's like for them to get together because HELLO WE'RE CANON! Anyway, enjoy this.
Two weeks later, undisclosed location.
They're standing by waiting to breach a warehouse used by one of the major drug cartels in the city. Olinsky and Ruzek have had eyes on the place for months now and they've now got reason to believe that a massive drop is about to happen. So it kind of annoys Erin when Jay's asking about the taskforce job when he should be keeping an eye on the doors.
"So are you going to take the job?" he asks, checking their surroundings, "I mean, the taskforce one… you haven't brought it up since so…"
"I'm taking my time with it all…" she whispers, "Cott knows that…"
Jay nods slowly, his face dropping slightly. The thought of her leaving the unit wasn't something that had ever crossed his mind, until she told him about the taskforce offer. He knows he should keep pushing her to go for it but he's conflicted with his own emotions.
Jay checks around the corner and then looks up towards the second floor window.
"You weren't surprised, were you?" she asked pausing slightly, "you were wondering why the hell Cott didn't scout you…"
"It's not like that…" Jay shakes his head, keeping his eye on the second floor fire escape, "and you know that…"
She scowls, whispering harshly, "So why the hell are you so against me leaving?"
"Voight's calling…" he sighs, "we have to go…"
"Fine," she huffs making her way up the stairs, "you're the one who brought it up in the first place…"
"And now I'm dropping it…" he looks at her a little disheartened, "we've got a job to do…"
A half hour later, en route to Chicago Med.
"Good job…" she rolls her eyes, "the busted lip and eyebrow thing is really working for you…"
His head was pounding and his face just hurt. Everything hurt. Jay definitely wasn't in the mood to have Erin rub it in his face.
"What the hell were you thinking anyway?" she arched a brow, "I had it under control…"
"You call that under control?" he scoffs, "are you kidding me, Erin?"
"I'm not sure if you've noticed but I'm fine…" she glares at him.
"Clearly," Jay rolls his eyes, "thanks to me…"
Erin's grateful for him, she is, but sometimes it's like bringing your overprotective dad to work. And she's already got one of them. So she doesn't need Jay looking at her like she's going to break at any given time. She was shot once and that took her by surprise but she's perfectly capable of getting things done by herself.
"You know what," she pauses, "I don't need you saving me…"
Jay shrugs his shoulders clearly hurt, "fine by me Linds…"
"Just get in the car…" she whispers.
That's why they say you should keep it professional. That's why they say never have feelings for your partner. It's a job and when emotions come into play you end up like Jay—knocked in the face and nearly concussed. And now Erin's stuck babysitting him because he decided to lose all his common sense and get knocked in the face whilst they were breaching the warehouse. Of course she's glad he's not severely injured but being back in the hospital (even if she isn't the one being treated) is still unnerving for her.
Erin sits there patiently, locking and unlocking her phone in agitation. It was nearly 5:30 and she'd been expecting a call from the Feds which was probably the only thing keeping her mind off of Jay and their argument.
Cott had given her a week more before he went elsewhere for an answer. She knows it's a big deal and she knows she could do so much more if she went for it. What she's trying to figure out is what's keeping her here. Was it Voight? Was it her loyalty to him? Was it the fact that she has spent most of her life in Chicago and it's home to her? Or was it him?
She doesn't know and it annoys the hell out of her because she can't figure it out.
Holly finishes the last stitch and places a gauze bandage over it. She smiles, "must've been a rough day?"
"You have no idea..." Jay chuckles, "but I mean this is a nice way to end the day..."
"I mean, sure if you're into spending your evening in an emergency room getting stitches," She chuckles, "you've got a strange perception of what 'nice' is..."
Jay shrugs, "I mean my doctor's a pretty good conversationalist-I've been in worse situations..."
"Okay," she rolls her eyes finishing up the last stitch, "you're all good to go Detective..."
"That's all?" He arches a brow.
"It was good seeing you Jay..." Holly smiles softly, "just make sure you keep yourself intact..."
"No promises," Jay smirks, "how long are you in town for?"
Holly smiles softly chewing on her bottom lip, "I can't date my patients, you know that..."
"I haven't even asked you out…" he chuckles.
"I feel like there's supposed to be a yet at the end of that sentence…" She rolls her eyes avoiding the question at hand, "plus I've got rounds to do—I'll see you around Jay."
"I mean technically I'm getting discharged as we speak," Jay raises a brow at her, "so how about Friday night?"
"We'll see..." She grins grabbing her next chart and leaving him.
Erin taps her fingers impatiently against the chair's armrest. He busted an eyebrow—it's not like it was that severe or serious. So she doesn't know why it's taking Jay forever to get out of the emergency room.
She checks her phone again because it's the one thing that's taking her mind off of being back in the hospital and everything else going on. She sighs because physically being in this particular waiting room brought back some residual pain in her lower abdomen.
Jay clears his throat grinning at her, "did you miss me?"
"Took your sweet ass time..." Erin rolls her eyes, "I mean, please—it's not like I have places to be or anything..."
"Alright grumpy," Jay arches a brow, "no need for the hostility... Just needed to get everything checked out..."
"Sorry," she sighs, "I'm glad you're okay but just being here—"
Jay mentally punches himself for acting like a jerk. Usually he's on point with knowing how she's feeling but today he has been a little insensitive.
"You don't have to apologise," he sighs, "I'm a jerk—you don't have to explain it..."
Erin shrugs, "can we go?"
He nods, "yeah… Definitely..."
"So," he pauses, "I've got beer…"
Erin laughs kind of exhausted, "that's all you ever have…"
"So we're gonna talk and drink beer," he chuckles, "like we do every other night…"
"I don't want to talk about it," she huffs, "can we just—I don't know, watch shitty infomercials?"
"I won't push it," he smiles softly, "plus, you know how much I love shitty infomercials…"