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* I DO NOT OWN THE CHICAGO P.D. CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN THE STORY LINE THAT I HAVE CREATED*

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Robbie –

I have never slept better in my life. These past few days that I have been living in Erin and Jay's apartment have not only given me food and a non-leaking roof over my head, but it has also provided conditions that let me sleep through the night on a nice mattress, with blankets and pillows and anything else a girl could want. It's like being in a movie. The worst part is, though, is that there is a certain time that I have to get up.

A soft hand rests on my shoulder, sparking my brain and waking me up, but I refuse to open my eyes. "Robbie, sweetie, time to wake up." She runs a hand through my hair, thinking that I am still asleep. "Kiddo, time to get up."

I moan, looking at the detective through parted eyes. But when I see her smiling face, I can't help but reveal that I am fully awake. "Morning."

She laughs, "You little trickster, you had me going there for a minute." Through the open door, there is a large amount of clattering coming from what I assume to be the kitchen. Erin widens her eyes, continuing to grin, "Sounds like Jay is trying to make breakfast."

I try to sit up straighter, flinching in pain caused by the pressure of my ribs. Erin immediately jumps to action, moving my pillows higher on the bed, providing more support. This is what makes her special: that second nature that tells her exactly when I need help. I don't think I can say the same about Jay. There is something about him that is different, like he doesn't want me here. I feel as though I can't talk to him, and if I do one wrong thing this will be over for me. That I'll have to go back to my parents, back to that dump in the woods. And maybe it is because of Him, because of my father, that I act this way. I just don't know.

As a reaction to my silence, Erin pulls away from her bent position over my body. "Are you okay, Robbie?"

I tuck my lips into my teeth, "Yeah, I'm fine. Can we eat now?"

Erin nods, "Absolutely." She pushes herself off the bed, and pulls the blankets away from my body, then proceeds to help me stand. I grimace in pain, but together, step by step, with one of Erin's hands around my waist, and the other supporting my left side, we make it into the kitchen. Jay is bent over a griddle, watching pancake batter bubble on the hot surface.

Jay looks up from his task, "Good morning, Robbie, sleep well?" I shrug, gratefully taking Erin's help to get me in the chair. "Erin, do you want to get the syrup out?"

She seems uncomfortable at the tension between Jay and me, but she still goes over to the fridge, and pulls the Sam's Club size bottle of syrup off the shelf. Erin gives Jay a quick kiss, and hands me a plate. "Robbie, today, we are going to head over to the district so Antonio can ask you a few questions about your parents."

I look down at my napkin, which I have started to pick a part. "Do I have to?"

Jay flips a few pancakes down onto my plate, and I pop the top of the syrup open. "Robbie, we talked about this; you are the only person who has insight on their whole operation."

"Why can't you or Hank just ask me the questions? Why can't we just do it here?" I try to ignore the hurt look on Jay's face. I didn't do it on purpose, sometimes things just slip out.

Erin looks from Jay, back to me. "Well, technically, Jay and I are your legal guardians so we can't interview you since there would be room for corruption. And, by those standards, Hank can't do it either because he would be considered family as well. But don't worry, Antonio is amazing, and I'll be there the entire time."

When I was still in the hospital, Erin told me that Hank called in a favor to DCFS. They rushed the foster parent certification requirements for Erin and Jay, so I could go home with them when I was released. That was three days ago, yet I feel like I have been with them forever.

"And you can't catch whoever you're looking for without me?"

The two adults shake their heads, but it is Erin that finally speaks up, "We need your help, Robbie."

I pull the pancakes off my fork, and chew slowly, "Fine."

Erin and Jay visibly relax, taking their own helpings of breakfast. We eat in silence for a moment, but Jay steps away from the table, going over to the opposite counter and grabbing a few orange medication bottles.

"Oh! Jay good catch," he smirks, and starts pouring out the pills, reading the labels before handing me the numerous pills of different shapes and sizes. I turn my lip up at them, already tasting the chalky powder that most of them are coated in. Erin pushes them closer to me, "Robbie, you need to take them, we can't risk you getting sick."

I ignore her for a moment, taking my last bite of pancakes, but finally, I put the pills in my mouth, swallowing them with a glass of milk. "There, done."

Erin smirks, "Wonderful, now let's get you dressed and ready to go to the district."

A half hour later, the three of us are in the Erin's car. Erin is, of course, driving. I watch as the buildings of Chicago, the place I have lived my entire life, blur past us. It's amazing. These places have been here for hundreds of years, and though I have only been alive for eleven, I have seen barely any of them. Very rarely do I venture into the heart of the city. It was a forbidden place, with too many people and police officers.

Ironic, isn't it? My parents were always worried about the police finding out, and here I am, living with two cops, going into the city.

It doesn't take long for us to pull up to a brick building, Erin sliding the gear into park. There is a light gray, brick, arch with 21st District engraved in it. I move to unbuckle my seatbelt, but Erin and Jay turn around in their seats. "When we get up there, Robbie, the entire team will most likely be up there."

"Will Hank be up there?" I've only seen Hank once since I left the hospital, and, to be completely honest, I miss him. There is something special about him. Something that nobody has ever shown me before. He's different from Erin in the fact that he doesn't dance around the problems or the issues. He doesn't sugar coat things. I will always be grateful to Erin for saving me from that house, but it was Hank who asked me point blank who hit me. No one ever asked me like that before. It was strangely refreshing. Erin is lucky to have him.

"He said he wouldn't miss it."

Satisfied with her answer, I open my car door, slowly trying to get down. It doesn't work. Erin rushes from the driver seat to grab my arm, and helping me lower myself to the pavement. She holds me the same way she has been doing the same morning, leading me carefully to the entrance of the building. Jay holds the door open for us, revealing the controlled chaos inside.

There are uniformed police officers rushing around, and I suddenly feel really small. I tense up, and Erin can sense that. She pulls me closer to her side, and points to a staircase in the corner of the room. Jay guides the way, every once in a while, saying hello to an officer.

"Erin!" The call comes from a large front desk, an older woman dressed in a white shirt, covered with numerous medals and badges. Her hair is graying, but she still has a vibrant face, with happiness shining behind her eyes.

Erin bends down next to me, and points over to the desk, "That's Sergeant Platt, she's a really good friend of Hank's. Do you want to go say hello?" I just shrug, but she takes that as a yes, weaving us in and out of the other adults.

Jay and Erin greet her, "Morning, Serge."

Sergeant Platt comes out from behind the counter, ignoring my foster parents, "You must be Robbie." I feel the heat rise to my face as I nod. "I've heard quite a bit about you."

Erin moves her arm further up on my shoulders, "Antonio just wanted to ask her a few questions about the case."

She tilts her head in a way that she knows everything that is about to happen, "Well, listen, I know you probably just want to get this over with, but, if you ever need someone to entertain you, or get away from these two lovebirds," she gives a pointed look to Erin and Jay, "You come right over here and hang out with me, okay?"

The corners of my mouth turn upwards, "Okay. Thank you," she reaches over to me, and rests the cup of her hand on my cheek. I feel my heart quicken, but before I can do anything, she pulls it away, laying it back on the counter.

We continue to move up the stairs, walking slowly together until we reach a locked gate. Jay slides his palm on top of a scanner, his fingers being separated by little spokes. There is a faint buzz, and then the sound of the gate unlocking.

The gate opens to reveal a large, open room, with desks lining the walls. Some men dressed in regular street clothes are sitting at them, but others wander from one end of the room to the other. Papers are scattered among each of the desks, filing cabinets open but abandoned. At the far end of the room, there is an office with the door closed, and the shades drawn.

"Hey, hey!" One younger male stands from his desk, coming over to Jay and grasping his hand, "Look who finally came back!"

Jay pulls him into a hug, "Adam, good to see you," Erin guides me to a chair, and sits me down, and I for one am finally grateful to rest my aching body. She gives 'Adam' the same type of hug Jay did, laughing about him calling her old.

The rest of the men start migrating towards us, well, more towards Erin and Jay. I try my best to remain invisible in the corner chair. One is referred to as 'Atwater' while another is called 'Antonio,' the man who is supposed to be questioning me.

After about five minutes of the adults catching up, Erin turns back to me, "Guys, this is Robbie. Robbie, this is the team." I offer a meek wave as they all go through their names again. They seem to be staring, until another older man with greasy black hair and a purple beanie steps up to the introductions. Erin smile widens, "Al! This is Robbie, Robbie, this is Alvin Olinsky."

"Ah, Robbie," he stretches out his hand, "I've heard a lot about you."

I snort, "That seems to be the pattern around here."

Erin comes back over to me, placing her hand on my shoulder, "Is Hank in his office?"

Before anyone has a chance to answer, a familiar voice reaches my ears, "Who's asking?" I look up at Erin, already getting excited as the other detectives split into two groups, revealing Hank. "Oh! Well look who is here." He comes up to Erin, giving her a small hug, and then stands in front of me, his hands shoved into his pockets. "How are you feeling, kid?"

I bite my lip, "A little better, I guess."

He reaches out to me, and I grab his hand, letting him help me stand. Erin guides me with her hand on the small of my back, her support silent, but still there. "I was beginning to wonder when you guys were going to come see me."

"We were waiting until Robbie got back on her feet, huh kiddo?" I nod in agreement, looking at Hank, who's eyes are flicking between the different members of his teams.

He goes over to Antonio. "Well, Antonio, let's get this over with so Robbie can get home and rest." Hank claps him on his shoulder, just as Antonio grabs a yellow notepad and a tablet.

Erin juts her chin toward a type of break room, "Let's go in here."

When Antonio agrees, Erin and I follow him to a table facing a counter and various appliances. The male detective closes the door behind him, blocking us out from the world of Hank, and Jay, and District 21. He leans back in his chair, poising his pen on top of the paper.

"So, Robbie, I'm just going to ask you a few questions about your parents and hopefully that will be all. Sound good?" I glance over at Erin, her hand on top of mine, and nod. "Alright, let's start with your parents' names. Our sources have told us he also goes by Gregor Tucker, but he is now Sean Price. Is there any other names that you think might be associated with him?"

My stomach churns; all of these things that they know about my father that I wouldn't have known otherwise. "No, I don't think so."

Antonio doesn't write anything down. "Alright. What about your mom? What name does she go by?"

I hang my head, "Alicia. Alicia Price."

"They used the same last name?"

I shrug, "I guess so. Price is on all of my school forms, too."

Finally, he scribbles something down. "Have you ever seen them buying or selling any sort of drugs? What about using?"

I scoff, "There wasn't a time when they weren't high."

"Buying? Selling?"

I rack my brain, praying that I will be of some help. "I mean, there were always people coming in and out."

Finally, he seems excited about something. He pulls the tablet from the other side of the table, unlocking to reveal an array of different photos. "Do you recognize any of these people?"

I take the tablet from him with shaking hands, looking at about six different pictures, two girls, four boys. I don't have to look at them for very long before my eyes freeze on two of the people. I can't move, I can't even say anything to confirm that I do, in fact, recognize them.

"Take your time, Robbie, you're doing great." Erin says, rubbing my back.

I place the tablet on Antonio's side, "Number 2 and number 4."

He writes something down. "What about them, Robbie?"

I put the tip of my thumb in my mouth, biting down hard on my fingernail. The male detective swims in front of my face, dancing in my tearing eyes. "They're… they're my parents' friends. They were always over the house. They barely ever left."

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