"I hear Northern Wisconsin is supposed to be nice," She responded to his question about ideas for their honeymoon as the drove back from interviewing a few witnesses to a series of boat robberies in a boatyard near Navy Pier.

"Well, it is… but no… I was thinking more like the kind of place where the only acceptable clothing for you to wear is a bikini or nothing…" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

"Don't kill me but I'm pretty sure my passport is expired…" She bit her lip, trying to think of a way that she could fix that problem in the next ten days. Ten days…. that realization struck her. "Jay!" She practically shouted his name, "We're getting married in 10 days! I don't care where you take me just make sure wherever it is we can be left alone… and that the walls are thick…" It was her turn to wiggle her eyebrows at him and then they were parking at the district, walking up stairs together.

"Halstead!" Hank's voice sounded from his office as he entered the bullpen. Hank had sent them straight to the boatyard, so it was their first time seeing him that day.

Being called into Hank's office alone usually wasn't a good thing, especially when his request for you to join him ended, as it would for him now, with the phrase; "Close the door."

Preparing himself for the worst, Jay did just that. "Something on your mind Sarge?" He asked, acutely aware of the slight shakiness his voice had taken at that question.

"I know Erin isn't a very traditional woman but, what can I say, I'm old fashioned when it comes to certain things and… it's the bride's family who pays for the wedding and… I'm not taking no for an answer so just… take the envelope and treat her to the kind of…. well…. just give her what she deserves. Now… get out of here…" He'd handed Jay a cream colored envelope and by the weight of it, he knew it was a significant amount.

"Wow Hank… thank you, so much… but… Erin… she'll never let me accept this…"

"I agree, which is why I gave it to you and you're not going to tell her about it…" Hank gave him a warning look.

"With all do respect, sir… I'm not sure if we should enter into our marriage with a lie of this proportion hanging over us…" Jay defended nervously.

Hank considered this and then sighed, moving to open the door. "Lindsay," And he was nodding at her to join them.

She looked up from her desk with her own look of nervousness and then Hank was rolling his eyes ands he was standing up, walking in and when he'd shut the door behind her he was taking the envelope from Jay's hands and placing it into Erin's. "If you're trying to convince us to not get married I swear to-" She started, but Hank interrupted her before she could make an ass of herself.

"Camille and I used to talk about the day that we'd dance at your wedding… so you're not saying no to this, because she would want you to take it. And I think, since you're wearing her dress, you kind of owe it to her to accept this."

Erin looked down at the envelope in her hand and pulled the flap open to reveal a stack of bills that were all hundreds, her eyes widened. "Hank… this is…" her fingers skimmed through the bills.. "There's like six thousand dollars here… Hank… I appreciate the offer but…it's way too much…"

"I'm old Erin, let me spend my money in the ways that make me happy… you're starting a life together… spend some on the wedding, go on a big honey moon… well not more than a week, I can't be down two detectives that long…" He winked. "Then keep the rest as a nest egg, for when you want to buy a house or… start a family." He mumbled that last part and shrugged. "Like I told Jay… I'm not taking no for an answer, I tried to get him to take it without telling you but his moral compass wouldn't let him lie to you…"

Erin smiled over at Jay and then looked back down at the envelope. "Hank…" She sighed again. "Thank you…" She finally breathed and she moved to hug him gently before he was shooing them from his office and she was securing that envelope in her purse, still dumbfounded.

They wouldn't have a chance to talk again until lunch because Erin had spent the past two hours diligently watching security footage from several private cameras related to the boatyard robberies.

Jay had been highly productive that morning but had managed to mostly work on planning out their honeymoon more than doing actual work.

"Picture this…" He began, as they walked downstairs to a row of food trucks parked outside the district. "We fly into the Miami airport, spend a night on South Beach maybe go out dancing… then we rent a car, but not just any car… I know this guy…" Of course he did. "He restores old cars and rents them out… I was looking at the website he has a cherry red, '65 Mustang convertible… it's available for the Sunday after our wedding… we rent it…. drive from Miami down to Key West… I found this resort… they only house 30 guests at a time… fully private bungalows with hammocks and private beach access…"

"All I heard was… Miami… Key West… lots of privacy for really loud sex…" She smiled and kissed him gingerly at the corner of his mouth, "Sign me up, baby!" She grinned, patting his shoulder as they surveyed their options for food.

Ruzek and Atwater walked over to them just then, carrying their own Food Truck fares. "So… since Lindsay is one of the boys… we were thinking we could do a joint bachelor/bachelorette for you guys… you cool with a stripper, Linds?" Adam had asked, smirking.

"Pretty sure I'd be more okay with a stripper than Jay…" Erin smiled, tucking her hand into her fiancé's back pocket. "He was the one who was freaking out when we went to that sex club…." She teased, remembering how he'd been so uncomfortable as they'd entered. The five hours they spent there had certainly warmed him up. Even though they weren't technically together then, the feelings were there and even if they hadn't truly acted on their urges, they'd exchanged stolen touches and their lips had brushed against cheeks and bared shoulders in a tantalizing preview of what could be.

"So, sex club is on the table? Nice!" Ruzek was lifting his arm for a high five that would be reciprocated by no one, so he slapped his own hand; his words annoying Lindsay more as they'd drawn her out of that happy memory. She glared at him briefly; but he didn't even know why.

"Not quite." She giggled. "Settle down Ruzek…" She rolled her eyes, but stole one of the fries off of his tray. "What the fuck is that heavenly concoction."

"Philly cheesesteak fries, baby. From the truck over there," He motioned towards an orange and red vendor two spots down.

Though her heart said Philly cheesesteak fries, her hips, that had fit a little too snuggly in Camille's dress were saying Raw Juice bar, so she'd kissed Jay lightly and headed over to the truck labeled "KROP" and ordered a Kale and Spinach Superfood Smoothie, while Jay got some Korean BBQ that looked far better than the green goop she was going to call her lunch. "You see the scarifies I make to look good for you?" She asked him when she'd come back to his side again, brandishing her smoothie as he dug into his bowl of Mongolian beef.

She'd be surprised to find their conversation hadn't drifted from the topic she'd left them discussing when Kevin spoke up. "Well Kim's idea was an Escape Room so we shot that down…" He laughed, "But we cannot just find ourselves at Molly's… parties are my thing man, we got to go big on this!"

"Listen… I want to dance… that's my requirement… the rest is up to you. I'm down for anything." That was sentence she would later come to regret.

"Anything?" The boys she'd describe as her big little brothers had said in unison and the devious looks in their eyes made her think that she needed to rephrase that.

"Well…"

"No! You already said it, you can't take it back now!" Ruzek protested, and then he was waving his tray of fries under her nose in an attempt to distract her with food. His tactic would totally work on her.

"Fine." She conceded with a shrug. "Chances are, whatever you plan will reach Jay's limits first so I'm protected!" She grinned and then turned to look at her fiancé as he scoffed.

"I'm not sure I like what you're trying to imply there, little lady." He teased back, using the nickname she'd finally told him LeVoy had called her and instead of eliciting his sympathies, it had become his new favorite way to rile her up.

"Listen if one of us is the prude then, we both know it isn't me and before Ruzek has some weird fantasy about what that might mean… this conversation is over." Erin looked him up in down with eyes that would cause his breath to catch in his throat, but it was the way she bit her lip that had him helpless to her charms. She turned around with a little extra swivel in her hips and strolled ahead of them to head back inside. Though she'd just been playing coy, she couldn't help but throw a laugh over her shoulder at what Ruzek would say next`

"Well I wouldn't have had the weird fantasy but now that you've mentioned it…" His words would be met with an eye roll from her and a glare from Jay, the later of the two would cause Adam to put his hands up in surrender, but they'd all share a smile as they made their way back to the bullpen.

"Erin," Hanks eyes were full of bemusement when they'd all crested the staircase and it was almost eerier to see that emotion in his eyes than it would've been to see rage. "You'll never guess who Al was interviewing as an eye witness in the boatyard case… Sam Martin…Al just finished but Sam had some time and wanted to wait for you to get back from lunch…" The mention of that name would cause Erin's own eyes to light up now, "Interrogation 1" He'd add, and Erin wouldn't even bother to so much as address Jay as she was busy putting her gun into the safe and then nearly running out of the room.

Jay cast a confused look after her and then shifted his eyes to Hank. "Sam Martin?" He asked.

"Erin's…." He seemed to take his time specifically to torture Jay. "… first love." The glean in Hank's eye told him there was way more to this story then that but he couldn't lie, he as intrigued. As were Ruzek and Atwater, which was why they were both following close behind him as he headed to the two-way mirror to assess this guy for himself.

Kev and Adam had purposely gotten in Jay's way so that he'd be the last to see the man who'd once held his fiancé's heart and who she'd been almost a little too eager to see if you asked Jay. But the hearty laugh that came out of Atwater made Adam let go of the shoving match he'd engaged the taller man in and they were both entering the room to find what it was that Kevin found so hilarious. "Looks like our Sam is a… Samantha…"

"Yeah… the weird fantasy is definitely happening now…" Adam smirked, prompting Jay to smack him in the back of the head.

"That's my fiancé you're talking about." He glared, though his voice was still light and joking. However, as his eyes landed on the red head that was currently hugging his girlfriend, and he couldn't help but have some material for a fantasy of his own.

Deciding it was weird to stay for the women's conversation, the guys and slunk back upstairs and they were all sitting at their desks waiting patiently for Erin's return because they were dying to know the story there.

She'd feel all three pairs of eyes on her when she walked back in, "What?" She asked, laughing gently.

"Whose Sam Martin?" Jay would ask, articulating that name in a way that clued her in that Hank must've put in his head. Tilting his head to the side as he folded his arms over his chest, amusement was evident on his face.

"What did Hank say?" She asked, her arms crossing over her own chest now and Ruzek and Adam were up instantly and moving in to hear what would progress from this story.

"Don't worry about what Hank said…" Jay laughed, "Inquiring minds want to hear your side of it…" The three men, now standing in a row in front of her, would nod their heads in unison.

"Sam and I met at an all girl's summer camp—" She'd be interrupted by a series of whoops and woos coming from Adam and Kevin and she noticed the most adorable blush tinting Jay's cheeks. "Relax boys it isn't that kind of story…" She rolled her eyes. "Hank always jokes around and says that she was my girl friend because she was the first and only person I ever brought over to his place for dinner after I'd moved out. He cooked for us and spent the whole meal trying to decide if I was trying to tell him she was my girlfriend and when I realized what was going on I may have had a little fun with it…" She wrinkled her nose in amusement as she recalled a great memory for the second time that day. "It was totally PG though so… get your minds out of the gutter." She angled herself towards Hank's office and called out to him. "You have a twisted sense of humor old man!"

"So… got any stories from his summer camp, Linds? It sounds very fascinating." Adam would grin at her, eliciting another roll of her eyes and she'd ignore them for the rest of the afternoon as she got some of her work done.

Jay would revisit the conversation later that night as he lay next to her in bed. "So this Sam girl must've been pretty important to you if you brought her to meet Hank… I'm not buying that this wasn't that kind of story…" He mused, pulling her towards him and sneaking his hand up the back of her shirt to run his thumb over her shoulder blades.

A slight blush would tint her cheeks, "Okay so we made out a couple of times when I went to visit her in college and I stayed in her dorm… what can I say, I wanted the whole college experience while I was there. It was totally harmless… it's not like we dated or something. You don't have to be jealous…." She winked, kissing his forehead. "I don't know… she was kind of like a best friend I guess? But she was mostly just…" She shrugged. "Everything I wasn't…" She smiled gently. "Sam's parents have a yacht at the boat yard; that's why she was there to be an eye witness… she's that kind of rich… the summer after high school…I got a scholarship through the foster care system to go to this ridiculous camp and Hank and Camille insisted I go and it was three weeks long and it was full of girls just like the bitches I'd finally rid myself from after three years at St. Ignatius. I had only been there an hour and I'd already called and begged Hank to pick me up…" She smiled gently. "And then… I met Sam… and she was amazing. She was into the same bands I was and she was an amazing artist… she'd draw tattoo designs on my arms with sharpies that entire three weeks…. she knew I was different and I didn't belong there and she still liked me… hell I think that's why she liked me. She didn't fit in either… so we were misfits together. We stayed in touch after camp… she got accepted into U of C… I went to visit… brought her to meet Hank… but…" She shrugged. "Then she fell in love with me and I wasn't gay and things got kind of weird between us but… now she has a wife so…. it's all good! Oh and… I may have invited them to our wedding." She giggled and his lips found hers.

"Well that story was for more adorable and far less dirty than I was hoping it to be but… I guess I'm kind of relieved. I like to pretend I'm the only person you've ever loved…" He admitted.

"You are…" She said, quite seriously, and then her lips were finding his to communicate more clearly the passion behind her words.

"So are you…" He confessed, and then he was kissing her with a mirrored passion. They'd kiss like that for a while before her eyelids were feeling full of lead and she moved to snuggle against his chest instead.

"So did you book that trip to Miami?" She asked, pressing a lazy kiss to his right collarbone.

"I did, first class! And I already filed the paperwork with Platt for our vacation time… so now you need to buy a bunch of bikinis because that is legitimately all you need to wear for the entirety of the trip… and make sure they are the ones that untie easily because as I mentioned… private beach access…"

His words would stir her out of that sleepy stupor for a while longer. "Someone's trying to prove he isn't the prude…"

"Mmhmm… we'll see… I happen to know what Ruze and Kev have planned for this party… which is this Friday apparently… and… let's just say you shouldn't have combined dance and down for anything into any type of sentence you said to either of those two…"

"Jay…." Erin's eyes went wide. "What do you know?"

"Oh… I'm not telling you… you're adventurous plus… its kind of fun watching you squirm…" He kissed her teasingly in that spot.

"Oh no you don't try distracting me with…" But her words would be cut short as he did just that, continuing to focus his lips an attention on that patch of skin on her neck that he'd discovered could drive her crazy on their first night together.

"Okay… I'll stop…" He murmured against her neck, knowing he'd done enough to weaken her resolve already.

Despite knowing she could use the exact reverse of his tactic to get him to tell her what she wanted to know; she was content to play along.

She willingly submitted to his distraction and soon enough sleep was put on hold indefinitely.