A/N:Sorry that this took so long, I've been catching up on school work.

Disclaimer: you know the drill, nothing here's mine

Jay had been home two days when he told Lindsay to go back to work. If he needed anything, he would call her. It was around lunch time when she called to check in on him. She sent him two texts, which went unanswered. Three phone calls, straight to voicemail. Erin began pacing in the bullpen with everyone watching her from their desks. "Lindsay, calm down he's fine."

"But what if he's not," Erin's harsh whisper had turned into a yell towards Ruzek. "He could be bleeding out in the bathroom for all we know!"

Antonio put a hand on her shoulder as he stood behind her and whispered in her ear, "Platt said someone's downstairs to see you." He saw the younger detective's eyes light up as she ran down stairs. She made it through the fence and stood atop of the stairs watching Jay, completely unharmed, try to sweet talk Platt.

"Come on Sarge, let me just bring lunch up. You can walk up with me!"

"Nope," Platt kept shaking her head. "You're still signed into disabled time. Until Voight tells me you're clear, you're not going up there. I don't care if it's for the queen of England." Erin laughed as she made her way down the stairs and over to the argument.

"So you couldn't answer any calls or texts because you were getting my lunch?" Platt watched the interaction between the two.

"Erin! Hi! How's your day going?"

"It would have been better if I had a real lunch," she was still staring at Jay.

"Oh that's your lunch? Well then go right ahead!"

"Thanks but I think I'm going to step outside for a minute." Her gaze glanced over Jay, nodding towards outside. "What the hell!" Erin waited until some uniforms passed by before continuing. "I thought you were dead Jay! After everything we've been through, you can't just ignore my calls."

"Listen Erin, I'm sorry. I wanted to surprise you and bring you lunch. I've felt great today. My ribs are doing better, my head doesn't hurt as much."

"You haven't been cleared to drive. How'd you get here?"

"I walked."

"That's 17 blocks Jay!" She looked at him like he had three heads. "Your thigh isn't completely healed yet, you could have pulled the stitches!"

"Erin, I feel great. I'm going back to the doctors Saturday morning so they can check the wounds. Then hopefully after that, I'll be cleared for work."

"Jay you sti-" whatever she was trying to say to him got cut off by Olinsky.

"Erin," he paused to nod at Jay in greeting. "Voight's looking for you up there. There's been a break."

"Alright I'll be right, I'll be right up." She turned back to Jay. "Either wait here for me to drive you back, or have Burgess and Atwater do it." Jay began to protest against her. "You're not walking another 17 blocks Jay!"

"Fine fine. I'll grab a ride." He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips. "Promise me you'll be safe?"

"Like always."

Erin was sitting at her desk, watching everyone head out one by one. Voight patted her on the back telling her to get some rest. Olinsky and Antonio instructing her to go home to Jay. And Ruzek telling her she looked like hell. They were probably right. She sat in her car thinking about how lucky she was to have Voight and Jay.

The victim in their case, a seventeen year old girl found in an alley. She had fresh track marks on her arms from using, and as soon as Voight had seen the girl, he thought about taking Erin off the case. She pulled her car away from the station and towards her home, but she couldn't help but think of the girl. The situation of the dead beat parents, turning towards drugs and alcohol to numb the pain of a broken family. Only this girl didn't have someone like Voight to save she even realized it Erin was turning onto her street and parking across the street from their building.

Jay heard the familiar car pull up and park as he made his way to the window. The moment he saw her lean her head against the steering wheel, he knew it was going to be a rough night. So he grabbed a jacket and boots, as it had started pouring rain, and went back to the window. He saw Erin sitting on the street leaning against her car and he ran out of the apartment and down the stairs to the street.

"Erin!" She didn't even look up at him. So he jogged across the street at a pace that strained his thigh. "Erin? Babe, what's wrong?" He knelt down to be level with her. "Come on Er-, ou gotta talk to me here."

"She was me." She could barely get the words out between sobs. "I was her before I met Voight." When she began to shake, Jay put his jacket around her and helped her back to the apartment.

"Go get changed and I'll make you some tea, alright?" He pressed a kiss on her head before pushing her towards their bedroom. A few minutes later, Erin still had not come out of the bedroom, so Jay brought the tea to her, hoping to help her calm down. "Erin?" Jay looked around, first seeing a pile of her soaked clothes, then seeing her sitting on the bed wearing one of his shirts and her sweatpants.

"Babe?" Jay put a gentle hand on her shoulder, making her jump as if she didn't know he was there. She mumbled a quick thank you and sipped her tea before putting it on the side table. Jay pulled her further up the bed and into his arms. He watched her, wondered where her mind was going. He pressed a kiss to her temple before wrapping themselves in blankets. Erin rolled over on her side, keeping Jay close behind her she intertwined their fingers and held them against her chest, squeezing his hand every few seconds until eventually falling asleep.

Jay woke up around 4:15 in the morning to Erin screaming and thrashing around in the bed. Immediately realizing what was happening, he pinned her down. A few moments later, his eyes lock with hers and he sees the fear in them. They laid back down, she put her head on his bare chest and he wrapped his arms around her.

"Talk to me, please Erin."

"I was fourteen, Voight caught me buying from a low level dealer. He decided he didn't have anything to charge me with since I had no money or drugs on me. But he gave me his card if I ever wanted to get clean." Erin took a shaky breath in. "I called him a week later, asking for help. We met in a diner in Armour Square, I was shaking so bad and I wanted to run but I know that I needed help. He took me in and you know the rest." She gave a sad smile up to him.

"Erin, you need to talk about this kind of stuff. Keeping it bottled up won't help." She nodded in response.

"So the girl today, seventeen and had fresh tracks on her dead in the same alley I was caught buying in. I just- I wish there was something that I could have done to help her."

"I know babe, I know." Neither of them fell back asleep, they just stayed in bed simply to enjoy each other's company and sense of safety.