"Okay, we have to be professional about this." Erin said as they walked up the stairs of the 21st district, "We're keeping this between us until…" She shrugged, "Until…I don't know, until we gain some leverage so Voight doesn't kill you."

Jay nodded slowly, "Good call." He said, "Even though it's gonna be hard. I'm gonna have trouble not giving you 'the look' while we're at work."

"What's 'the look'?" Erin asked, glancing at him.

Jay smirked a little bit, "You'll know it when you see it." He said as they walked through the doors, through the front and up the stairs that led to Intelligence.

When they got to the top, the whole team was already gathered around Voight by the white board. There was nothing on it and Erin and Jay weren't late, in fact, they were early, which was why they were confused when they walked in.

Voight looked up, "Erin."

She glanced at Jay, "What's going on?"

"My office." Voight said blankly, walking back towards his office.

Erin looked at Jay, giving him a look. Does he know about us? She asked him, with the urgent look in her eyes.

Jay gave a small shrug in response.

Taking in a deep breath, Erin walked through the rest of the unit and into Voight's office, closing the door behind her. He was already sitting in his chair when she entered, "Sit." He said softly, without looking at her.

Slowly, she sat.

"I'm not sure what this is about." Erin said softly, looking at him curiously.

Voight took a long pause, making Erin extremely nervous. He finally looked up at her, "A few weeks ago…you remember the case we had with the gang that was going to try smuggling in some coke over the Canadian border?"

Erin nodded slowly, narrowing her eyes at him, wondering where he was going with this.

Voight looked at her, "And you reached out to one of your CIs and got her to wear a wire so we could listen in and figure out when everything was supposed to be going down…" He continued, reminding her.

Erin nodded slowly, "Yea, Francesca Williams." She filled in, "Did we get something?"

"Yea, kind of." Voight said, letting out a breath, "Last night, Mouse was going through the recordings from yesterday and the gang we were trying to listen in on had a huge meeting. They were talking about what they were gonna do and then they started doing lines." He paused, "One of the men came up to your girl and started kissing her and when she tried to stop him, he held her down and…well, he found the wire she had on."

Erin's eyes widened as he went on.

"They killed her, Erin." Voight said, taking in a deep breath, "They shot her four times and she bled out within an hour, according to the coroner."

Erin didn't say anything.

"We're still working the case. We're doing the bust tonight before the gang even has the change to go through with smuggling the coke over the border. We got a lead that they were gonna be across town in a house on the South Side." He paused at looked at her, "But I thought you would want to know about your CI first."

Erin nodded.

"You alright?"

Erin looked up and nodded, "Yea…" She said, shaking her head, "She was 15..." She took in a deep breath.

Voight nodded slowly, "Yea, I know." He said, looking at her, "Just try to keep your head clear, alright? And if you want to talk about it or…take the day off…?"

"No." Erin shook her head, eyes hard. "I'll stay."

Voight nodded, "Alright, well then keep your head clear and start help everything get ready for the bust tonight." He said, starting to get up.

Erin nodded in response and stood up slowly with him, "Thanks for telling me, Hank."

"You got it, kiddo."

She smiled a little bit and then turned, walking out of his office and shutting the door behind her. She walked over to her desk and sat down heavily, not noticing that Jay was staring at her from his desk.

After a few minutes went by without her realizing that he was trying to get her attention, he walked over. "Hey…" He sat down on her desk, it wasn't unusual for him to do that, "What did Voight talk to you about?"

"Not what I thought." She looked up and gave him a small smile.

Jay nodded slowly and returned her smile with his own, "Well there you go. I guess we're in the clear…for now." He smirked.

Erin looked back down at the file she was reading.

"What's wrong?" Jay asked, "Did something happen?"

Erin took in a deep breath, "No…" She said softly, "You know what? I think I'm just gonna…" She trailed off and after a few moments, glanced back up at Jay, "I think I'm gonna take a walk really quick."

"A walk?" Jay asked, tilting his head, "We're already at work."

But she was already standing up, "I'll be back." She said looking up at him as she put her coat back on. "I just need some air." She turned and started walking for the door.

"Wait, aren't you gonna tell Voight?" Jay called after her.

But she didn't even turn around.

Jay glanced at Antonio, who was sitting at his desk. He shrugged, also not sure what had happened. Baffled, Jay turned around and walked towards Voight's office. Knocking, he pushed the door open. "Hey Sarge, uh, Erin just went for a walk…? Just thought I should tell you."

Voight let out a sigh, the stress visibly painted across his face. "Yea, thanks Halstead." He gave a small nod without really even looking at him.

Jay would have left if Voight's attitude hadn't been so off. Slowly, he entered his office, shutting the door behind him. "I understand if it's not my business, but…what's going on? Lindsay was acting weird before she left, right after you talked to her…" He had their relationship in the back of his mind.

Voight stared at Jay and for a moment, Jay was sure he was going to get berated for even asking, but then his gaze softened. "The CI that Lindsay reached out to a couple of weeks ago, the one we gave a wire so we could listen in, she was killed last night." He said with a sigh.

Jay watched him quietly.

"We all have CIs and we have to accept that they're in dangerous situations." He gave a shrug, "I used to have this CI...Harris. He lived a few blocks away from here, used to give me tips on some of the gangs around here. He wasn't a saint, but he was a friend. He met Camille, Justin, Erin…real stand-up guy. And then one day, he got himself killed during a drug deal." Voight shook his head, "I couldn't help him." He shrugged.

"Sometimes you can't."

Voight looked up, "But you should anyway." He stood up from his desk, "We're gonna go ahead and get started on this case, but would you go get Erin and stake out the location where we think the deals gonna go down? Mouse will send you the address."

It took him a long time to find her. She'd walked a long way since she left, but he knew she always walked Millennuim Park when she was having a bad day. He found her in the garden sitting on a bench. He walked over, but she didn't look up. He sat down next to her on the bench.

"I tried calling you." He said without looking at her. He looked out over the garden thoughtfully.

Erin was quiet for a moment, "I left my phone at the precinct." She said softly.

"Yea, you picked up and left pretty quickly." Jay replied, turning to look at her, "Voight told me what happened. How're you holding up?" He asked, trying to read her.

Erin shrugged a little bit, "Fine…" She said quietly, "I feel I probably shouldn't be affected this much, but I don't know. I sent her in. I told her she was going to be fine. She didn't want to, but I convinced her and now…" She shrugged.

Jay shook his head, "It's not your fault."

Erin didn't say anything at first. After a few moments, she sighed and answered, "This might be weird, but she reminded me of what I was like when I was younger. And I just led her right into a trap." She shook her head, "I just feel bad."

Jay leaned over and put his arm around her, "Hey, come on. You had no way of knowing that was going to happen. None of us did, alright? But now, all you can do is find the bastards who did this…" He rubbed her arm.

Erin took in a deep breath, "You're right." She looked over at him, "Let's go." She patted his leg and then stood up slowly.

Jay stood up and followed her. They walked to his car, which he'd parked a few blocks away and then drove to the old warehouse where the leaders of the gang were supposedly going to have the deal. He and Erin set up on the roof of the house across the street. Once settled, they both laid down, watching the building across from them.

"It's been a long time since we've done this." Jay commented suddenly, looking over the side of the building through the lens of the camera. "Don't know if you remember the last time…"

Erin smirked a little bit, glancing at him, "Oh you mean the stake out where we waited in the back of a van for three and a half days? God, by the end of it, I could barely keep my eyes open anymore."

Jay looked over at her, "Are you kidding?" He shook his head, "I swear you took like ten naps. I had to stay awake to make sure that we didn't miss anything. I was delusional, that's how tired I was." He said with a chuckle.

"Yea, but you know you liked spending time with me." She looked over at him with a suggestive smile.

Jay shrugged a little bit, "I think you enjoyed being there with me too." He looked over, "Just, you and me in a van in the middle of the night…" He raised his eyebrows.

"Wow, what a man." She rolled her eyes, "Why do you always have to take it there?"

Jay looked back into the lens of the camera and paused, "That was the night you told me about you and Voight, remember?" He glanced at her, "I bet it was just because you were tired, but it meant a lot to know you trusted me with that…"

Erin smiled a little bit, "It wasn't because I was tired."

Jay nodded slowly, "It's so weird for me to see you like that though. Like, after all the stuff you've told me, it's just so hard for me to see it." He shrugged a little bit, "I guess it's because of what you're like now."

"Probably." Erin shrugged, "It took a long time for me to shake that persona off. I had to really work on being someone different." She smirked, "But even when I was younger, I pretty much acted the same, I just used my wit and charisma for other things."

"Wit and charisma." Jay chuckled a little bit.

Erin smirked and nodded, "Yea, a nice smile is all a woman needs to be a master manipulator." She said with a small smirk.

Jay shook his head, "I still can't see it." He said, "You getting arrested, the nose ring…blue hair…" He raised his eyebrows.

"It was a phase." She touched her nose, "There's still a bump where it used to be. They made me take it out at the academy…something about it being a safety hazard…" She rolled her eyes, "Same with the hair. By the time I was 20, I had changed from blue to red. Just a part in the back…but of course, the academy made me wash it out." She smirked, "Conformity."

Jay nodded slowly, "Tell me about it." He looked out, "They made us shave our heads for the military."

"Now, I really can't see that on you." She shook her head, "A shaved head?" She smirked, "I think having hair really works for you."

"Ditto." He paused, "You know when you first told me about what Voight did for you, I couldn't believe it. I just never really got the 'dad' vibe from him. He always seemed kind of hardened…"

Erin nodded slowly, "Well that's what the loss of a wife, a troubled son and fifteen years on the job will get you." She said with a smirk, "He's like a turtle, a hard shell on the outside, but real soft on this inside."

"More like a snapping turtle."

Erin chuckled, "Yea…" She shrugged, "I thought the same thing when we first met. Actually, I hated him. He arrested me for…something I forget what and on the way back to the station, he just gave me this whole speech about how I was ruining my life, but I, being my stubborn self, didn't listen and a few months later, one of the other guys at his precinct were bringing me in for something else…"

Jay watched her, invested.

"The two patrolmen were old dogs, been on the job for decades. During the ride, they made me feel like scum, like wasn't worth anything…" Erin shrugged, "Because I wasn't…" She sighed, "But I'll never forget what Voight did when they brought me into the interrogation room." She smiled a little bit, "I had a cut on my cheek and a black eye. He walked up to me, looked at me and asked if I was okay. I said I was and he put his hand under my chin and pushed my head up so I was looking at him and he said, 'Keep your head up, kid.'" She shrugged, "I don't know why, but it meant a lot."

Jay nodded slowly, "I don't know if this is over the line or not, but being a street kid…what was that like?" He asked, shaking his head, "I grew up in a suburb and being on the job, I've seen what living on the street can do to people, but…"

"No, it's a fair question." Erin looked down, "Uh, it was hard…" She laughed a little bit, "We didn't have a lot of money and my dad had been out of the picture for as long as I could remember. My mom used the money she did get from her job at the diner to buy drugs and half the time, she was passed out or too high to function. More than once, she'd be overdosed on the couch. But I couldn't call an ambulance because child services would take me away. So my brother and I would put her in the bathtub and pray that she wouldn't die." She shrugged, "She brought men home a lot too. Most of the time they were drunk and gross…"

Jay turned, seeing the clouded look coming to her eyes, "Erin." He said, hoping she wasn't being pulled back into the memories.

Erin turned to look at him.

"They didn't…?"

Erin shook her head, "No. They were more interested in my mom than me. I did my best to stay off the radar. It was weird. My brother and I could lose track of each other for months, even a year and it wasn't unusual." She sighed, "There was something about the street, though…the kind of the community-feel. I was loyal, I thought they were my family, all of them. But it was more like a cult. They kept people from succeeding. Anyone who moved on would be shunned. Parents didn't want their kids to succeed." She shrugged, "And anyone who talked to the police…" She shook her head.

"It wasn't uncommon for men to bang on our doors in the middle of the night and storm in yelling at my mom, saying she owed them. Sometimes they fought, other times the guy would pull a gun. This started happening a lot once my brother disappeared. I would hide in the closet, holding a knife, just waiting until I heard the gun go off. I knew I couldn't go to the police. So my plan was to stab the guy if he came for me. But the gun never went off." She shrugged, "I used to scratch things into the wall, pictures, names, thoughts…" She smiled a little bit. "Eventually, when I was teenager, sitting there in that closet, I realized that hearing that gun go off wouldn't be the worst thing in the world." She looked out over the rooftop, "How messed up do you have to be to realize that you wouldn't even care if your own mom died?"

Jay didn't say anything.

Erin closed her eyes for a moment, "So anyway…that's what being a street kid was like." She said blankly, "But that's probably not what you wanted to hear."

"I'm sorry, Linds."

Erin smirked a little bit, "Yea." She said, "Me too." She looked over, "But I'm glad I told you. If this is gonna work, we need to know each other."

"I know you."

Erin chuckled lightly, "You think you do."

"C'mon, quiz me then."

Erin rolled her eyes, "I'm not gonna quiz you."

"Then I win."

Erin was quiet for a second, obviously bothered. "What's my middle name?"

"Elizabeth."

"Favorite food."

"The burger you always get from DMK."

"Favorite movie."

"Psycho." He said with a short chuckle.

Erin shot him a glare, "You're not allowed to laugh." She said, rolling her eyes, "That's a quality movie. It was the only one we owned when I was kid. I used to sit up at night and watch it in my room until I was too scared to go to sleep." She smiled a little bit.

"Not exactly ideal."

Erin shrugged, "Yea, but what about me is ideal?"

Jay chuckled.

"Favorite book."

"The Catcher in the Rye." Jay said with a shrug, "It was alright. I read it when I was younger and I liked it, but I preferred Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five."

Erin's eyes lit up and she looked over at him.

"What?"

"Don't you think it's fitting? Your favorite book is a tragedy about the…terrors of war and how it changes someone and my favorite book is about the struggles of troubled youth growing up in a big city…it's just…fitting." Erin said with a shrug and a smile.

Jay nodded, "I never really pegged you as the reading type."

Erin nodded slowly, "I wasn't really until the end of high school and college. That was when I really got into it…" She smirked, "Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you'll start missing everybody."

"How nice—to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive." Jay countered.

Erin smirked, "Wow, I'm impressed."

"It's hard not to be impressed with me."

Erin chuckled, "It's not that hard."

"Wow, okay. That doesn't hurt at all." He said, pretending to be hurt by her comment. He proceeded to peer back into the binoculars. "Looks like we got something."

Erin was looking through the lens of the camera. She snapped pictures of the man as he entered the building. He was a white guy, with brown hair and a thick brown bears growing on his chin. He had a sleeve of tattoos on each arm, partially covered by his t-shirt. He pulled the door of the warehouse open and entered. "Got him." She replied.

Jay pulled out his walkie, "We got a white male walking into the warehouse. Watching for others."

"Jay." Erin said when he finished talking. "Three others."

He leaned over and looked through the binoculars again. He spotted three black guys heading for the building. He listened as Erin snapped photos of them. He reached down to the radio. "Three more African American males have just entered the building."

"Don't make any moves yet." Voight replied over the radio.

Jay looked into the binoculars again as another guy approached the building. It was another white guy with two other white guys walking on either side of him. The one in the middle was Harris Walters, the leader of the gang that was trying to pull this deal off.

Erin snapped pictures, wondering if he was the one that killed her CI. Anger rose up in her stomach as he entered the building smugly.

"We just got eyes on Harris Walters. He just entered the building. We don't have sight of any of them anymore." Jay reported.

Voight replied within moments. "We'll be down there in a few. We're getting vested up. Get ready to breech."

Jay nodded slowly and started to move, shutting the binoculars and putting them in the case. He turned to Erin. "We should get downstairs." He said as he started to pick up some of their other equipment.

Erin nodded, still looking through the lens of the camera. Slowly she handed it to him so he could put it in the case with the binoculars. She sighed and looked over at the warehouse across from them as Jay stood up.

It happened quickly.

Three men ran up onto the roof, their guns drawn.

She grabbed Jays arm and pulled him back to the ground just as she heard the first gun go off. The bullet zipped by over their heads, but the roof was flat and offered little protection. So as the other men continued to shoot at them, Erin pushed herself to her feet and ran as quickly as she could to a large steel cargo box that was sitting on the roof. She heard Jay follow and was relieved to find they were both unscathed by the time they found cover.

"Where did they come from?" Jay asked, pulling his gun out of the holster and clutching it.

"The building." Erin replied.

Jay nodded slowly, listening as the bullets clanged against the metal crate they were hiding behind. After a few moments, the sound stopped. Apprehensively, Jay poked his head out. "They're gone."

"Gone?" Erin looked out.

The other roof was empty.

"Where did they go?" Jay asked

Erin shrugged. "Back inside?" She clutched her gun, watching the other roof. "They could be going to another roof though." She said, looking around.

Suddenly, they both heard a door open. They turned. Behind them, the door that lead from the roof to the stairs of their building flew open to reveal two guys coming through the door. They came up shooting.

A bullet hit the crate right next to Erin's ear.

But Jay was more accurate. He shot twice, hitting the first guy twice in the chest. He fell to the ground, stalling the second guy long enough for them to move to the other side of the crate, covered.

"We gotta get off this roof. There's gotta be more coming."

"How? We can't jump to the ground."

Jay nodded. "Not to the ground…" He nodded to the other roof.

"What? No!"

The bullets ripped into the crate mercilessly.

"Do you want to die on this roof?"

Erin didn't reply.

"Erin, do you want to die on this roof?" He asked again.

The door opened again, another guy probably came up.

"No." She finally said.

"Then come on. You can do this." Jay said squeezing her arm. "We're gonna go on three, alright? And you can't stop." He told her.

Erin nodded. "Okay."

Jay listened as the sound of gunshots got closer as they moved towards Erin and Jay. "One. Two. Three." And then he turned and went. He ran for the edge of the roof. The gap between the two buildings was a two or three feet. It wasn't easy, but with a running start, it wouldn't be too hard to make. He heard Erin's footsteps following behind him and at one point, he felt a bullet hit him in the vest, but he didn't stop. When he got to the edge, he jumped, feeling for a moment, like he could fly. And then he hit the other side, his legs at a weird angle, causing them to collapse underneath him. And then he heard Erin.

"Jay!" She yelled as she too jumped the gap, but he was on the ground right where she needed to land so clumsily, she collided with him at the edge of the other building. She tried to find her footing, but her foot slipped over the edge of the building.

But Jay grabbed her arm before she fell over the side. It was a chillingly familiar situation as he pulled her back to safety, but they didn't have time to think about it. It was quiet for a moment and then they heard another gunshot. They both ran for the door, pulled it open and shut it behind them, leaving them both in the darkness of the stairway, listening as the bullets pounded against the steel door behind them.

"That was crazy." Erin said, panting.

Jay smirked. "Yea, god, how many times do I have to save your life?" He teased softly.

Erin rolled her eyes. "You fell, Jay. And I slipped on you after you fell." She rolled her eyes. "Next time I make the plans."

"Fine, but hey." He looked back at her through the darkness, whispering. "At least now, we have a story to tell the kids."

"What kids?"

"Shots fired at police at 177 West Wabash. Need immediate backup. No one injured. We are inside the building, how far away are you?"

"10 minutes, maybe." Voight replied. "Do what you need to do to get out of there. Do not worry about red flags. We'll breech when we get there."

"Got it, boss." Jay replied and then he looked back at Erin, "We need to get off this staircase. They know we're here."

Erin nodded. "Lets go."

Jay nodded and moved down the stairs. Erin had her hand on his shoulder because she couldn't see. They made their way down the stairs, but at the bottom there was another door. Light seeped in through the crack at the bottom. "Get ready to shoot." He said, "One, two, three."

He pushed the door open, but it wasn't what they were expecting. It led to a hallway. "Let's go." He said moving down the hallway, Erin's hand still on his shoulder. There were doors on either side. They split up, each going into a door.

Erin's was empty. "Clear." She said and across from her she heard Jay say the same and they proceeded down the hallway. At the end, there were two more doors. They split up again.

Erin went into her room and looked around and it looked empty. Just as she was about to call out clear, she felt metal touch her neck. "Hello there, officer." He cocked the gun. She closed her eyes, bracing herself.

She heard a gunshot and for a moment, she thought she was dead.

"Erin?"

She turned around and saw the guy who had been holding the gun to her head lying dead on the ground behind her and Jay standing in the doorway. "Come on." He said.

Erin nodded, "We gotta get out of here." She said as she ran out into the hall. She looked left first and then right and saw a guy standing behind Jay, just about to draw his gun. She shot immediately, hitting him in the leg. She ran over and pulled the gun out of his hands as he laid on the ground in agony. "Stay down, ambulances are on their way." She said as she moved past him.

Jay followed. "Guess now we're even." He muttered.

They went down another set of stairs and opened the door at the bottom. It lead to a large, empty room with large windows on the walls to their left and right. They moved to the window and looked out, but there was no sign of Voight and the others yet and it looked like they were still at least on the third floor.

"Where do we go from here?"

Erin didn't say anything.

Jay turned around to look at her, lowering his gun, letting out a long breath when he realized they weren't in immediate danger, "What?" He asked, reading her troubled expression. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, I just have a bad feeling." She said, rubbing her arm. "Don't you think it's weird that they saw us go in their building and we've only seen like three or four people this whole time?"

"Well, we only saw five come in in the first place."

Erin nodded, "But that doesn't mean others weren't already in here waiting." She said, shaking her head. "It's just weird. You'd think the guys from the roof would have come in by now."

"Yea…" Jay looked around, "Why wouldn't they?"

Erin shrugged and looked out the window, thinking. "Maybe…" She started, "Maybe if they were gonna light this place up."

"You think they're gonna set it on fire."

"No." Erin shook her head, moving across the room to the door at the other end. "I think they're gonna blow it up." She pulled the door open quickly, "Hey!" She called out, "Hey anybody down there?! We're cops, we're up here, come get us!"

Nothing.

"Damn it, Jay!" She exclaimed at the realization there was no one down there looking for them, there was no one else in the building. "We gotta get out of here!" She threw the door open and ran through, sprinting down the hallway, not entirely sure where she was going. There were no windows, it was dark and all she could hear was the sound of Jay's footsteps pounding heavily behind hers.

And then they reached a dead end.

Erin stopped abruptly and Jay ran into her, knocking her into the wall.

"Sorry, sorry." He apologized.

But Erin didn't care. She turned back around to face him and then grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around too. "Forget about it. Go, find the way out."

Jay took off down the hall with Erin on his heels. He ran his hands down the wall, trying to figure out where they were going. And then suddenly, he felt a door on the wall. He felt around for the handle and grabbed it, but he could not pull it open. "It's locked." He said, shaking his head.

"They wanted us to get trapped on this floor. It's gotta be around here somewhere."

"What? You think we can find this bomb and disarm it? We aren't experts." Jay protested.

But Erin grabbed him by the chest, feeling around for the radio. She pulled it, "Voight." She said into it.

"Hey, kiddo. How ya doin'?"

Erin shook her head, "Not so hot. Halstead and I are the only two in this building we think and if my suspicions are right, there's a bomb on this floor somewhere getting ready to blow us to hell. What should we do?"

"You can't get off the floor?"

"It's pitch black, we can't find our way out."

"Alright, stop." Voight said, "We're around the corner. Just sit tight, we'll-"

Neither of them heard anything after that.

Voight was cut off by the deafening sound of an explosion coming from somewhere behind them. The force pushed Erin forward, falling into Jay, who then hit the ground under her. She hit her arm on the ground when they landed, but tried to ignore it, keeping her head down as debris began to fall.

Things fell quickly, pipes burst, water was dripping down from somewhere, she could hear a wire cracking somewhere too, and maybe a fire, but everything sounded distant and she felt dizzy. She didn't really have a good idea of what was going on. All she knew was that she was alive. She looked down at her arms. They were covered in dust. Blinking it out of her eyes, she looked down at Jay, but he didn't look to be conscious.

"Jay, hey." She shook him a little bit, looking around. It was still dark, but she could see some light seeping in from somewhere. There was white dust everywhere and she could see wires, beams and concrete blocks surrounding them in disarray.

Jay didn't move.

"Jay, come on." She felt his head to make sure it wasn't cracked open.

She didn't feel any blood.

Erin gulped, brushing her hair out of her eyes as she grabbed the radio. "Hello?"

"Erin?"

"Voight."

"Hey, we just heard the explosion, are you okay?"

"I'm good, I think." Erin answered, "But Halstead is unconscious."

"Alright, just hang on. There's ambulances on their way and we'll be in as soon as we can, alright?"

Erin didn't reply. She was trying to slow her breathing down. The air was thick with dust and the more she tried to breathe, the more she was realizing how limited the air was. She took in a deep breath and tried to calm down.

"Erin?"

Panting, she answered, "Still here…"

"Alright, we're coming in. You're gonna be okay. We're gonna get you and Halstead out, alright? Just hang on in there."

"Will do." She replied before then moving off of Jay and sitting to his side so she could check his pulse. He had one, but it was slow and he still wasn't awake. So she moved down towards his legs and sat by his feet, propping them up on her lap so that they were elevated above his head. And then she pulled her jacket off and draped it over him so he would retain heat.

"Jay." She tried again.

Nothing.

A few moments passed and she heard the dripping noise from a pipe behind her. Reaching backwards, she felt water on the ground behind her. Once her hand was wet, she reached over and touched Jay's face so that the water ran down his cheeks and forehead.

She patted his cheek, "Jay."

His eyes fluttered.

"Hey." She said, "Jay?"

He opened his eyes, squinting. "Ahhh…" He sighed, lifting his arm to touch the back of his head, "What the hell happened?"

"A bomb went off."

"Yea and then you jumped on me, I remember that part." Jay said.

Erin narrowed her eyes, "I did not jump on you." She protested, "I fell."

"Save it." Jay added with a teasing smile, "What's going on? How long have I been out?"

Erin shrugged, "A minute. Maybe less." She told him, "Voight and the unit are coming in for us." She told him, "Are you okay?"

Jay nodded slowly, starting to sit up. "Yea, I think so. I just…blacked out for a minute."

Erin nodded, clutching the radio. "Jay is awake. We're on the third floor. Where are you guys?"

"Having trouble getting to where you are. Looks like it might be a CFD job." Voight reported to them, "Unless you guys think that you can get out on your own."

Erin looked over at Jay, "Do you think you can walk?" She asked as she started to stand up. Once she was up, she looked down at him and held out her arms. He took her hands and stood up, swaying slightly once he was up.

Erin grabbed him around the waist, "You good?" She asked him.

Jay nodded, blinking a few times. "Yea, yea, let's go."

Erin's jacket fell off of him and hit the floor. She grabbed it and slipped it on, "Yea, come on." She put her arm around his waist and started to help him walk through the debris. "Crazy day, huh?" She commented as they stepped over some concrete bricks.

Jay laughed lightly, "Actually, I was thinking it was pretty normal." He said sarcastically, "Sun shining, birds chirping, just all around pleasant…" He joked, "Or maybe I just think that because I get to spend the whole day with you."

"You're just saying that because you passed out and thought you were gonna die."

Jay nodded, "I still could die. I could die at any moment." He said with a shrug, "But that's not why I just said what I said." He said with a smirk, "I said it because I meant it."

Erin smiled a little bit, "Come on, lover boy, we need to get out of here."

Slowly and carefully, they made their way down another flight of barely recognizable stairs. There was a lot of debris. On the second floor, they had to crawl through some of the muddy water to get to the last set of stairs. Soaking wet and exhausted, they made their way down where they were intercepted by Voight and the paramedics.

Brett walked up, "You two again? God, the world is out to get you, huh?"

Erin nodded with a small laugh.

"Here, come to the ambulance and sit." Brett said, wrapping an arm around Erin's waist and helping her while the other paramedic, Chili, put her arm around Jay and helped him to the ambulance.

"Wow, you two are covered in dust and mud." Chili commented, "Better take a nice hot shower when you get home."

Erin sighed, "It's gonna be a bitch to get out of my hair."

"I'll pray for you." Brett smirked as she sat Erin down at the ambulance, Chili sitting Jay beside her, "Alright, we're just gonna take your vitals, okay?" She asked as they both started to take their basic measures.

"Do you feel any pain anywhere?"

Erin shook her head, "No, I think I'm fine." She looked over just as Chili was shining a light in Jay's eyes.

"Alright." She sad when she'd finished, "Doesn't look like you have a concussion. I'd guess you probably just hit your head, you'll probably have a bump, nothing to worry about. If things get worse, nausea, dizziness, anything weird, go to the hospital, alright?"

Jay nodded, "Yep." He said with a smirk, "Got it."

Brett and Chili looked at one another, "Well, we are required to take you to the hospital as protocol…" She said.

"No, you don't have to do that." Erin said, standing up, "We're both obviously fine."

Brett nodded, "Alright, well, you just have to sign these forms so we don't get in trouble for not taking you." She said with a smile as she pulled them out from the ambulance.

Jay and Erin both signed, said thank you and then rejoined the rest of the unit.

Voight walked up slowly, "You two alright?"

"Yea." Erin said quickly, "What happened to the guys from the gang?"

"We got them." Voight reported, "They were down the street a few blocks. Roman and Burgess caught up with them and took them in." He said, nodding. "So we're probably gonna just wrap up the rest of the case, but I want you two to go home." He said, "Take a shower, rest and be ready tomorrow, alright?"

"Alright, thanks boss." Jay said.

Voight nodded and then turned and walked away.

Jay and Erin were both pretty quiet on the ride back to the precinct. They were both tired and didn't really have a whole lot to talk about. When they pulled up and parked the car, they barely said two words to each other before entering the building. They went upstairs and started getting their stuff together.

"Crazy day, huh?"

Erin smiled a little bit, "Actually, I was thinking it was pretty normal." She said, mocking his voice, "Sun shining, birds chirping, just all around pleasant…" She raised her eyebrows.

Jay chuckled, "I'll see you tomorrow, Erin."

"Yea." She said quietly, watching as he headed down the hall to go to the bathroom before he left.

Jay took in a deep breath, feeling a little bit tired from the events of the day. He pushed the door to the bathroom open tiredly and walked up to the mirror, looking in his reflection for a second. He was still covered in dust and mud. He shook his head and smiled, still kind of surprised they'd even made it out alive at all.

"God damn miracle." He muttered to himself before putting his bag down on the ground. Just as he turned the faucet on to start washing his hands, he heard the bathroom door open. He looked up.

It was Erin.

Jay turned towards her, confused, thinking for a moment he had walked into the wrong bathroom. Spotting the urinals in the corner of his eye, he ruled out that possibly. She walked in casually, looking at him. Her hand moved and locked the door behind her.

"Erin, what are you-"

But her lips were already on his.

She pushed him into the counter of the sink, mouth never moving away from his. She ran her fingers through his hair, her body pressed against his.

He reacted almost immediately by running his hand across her waist. He closed his eyes and just focused on the feeling of her lips against his. Soft, smooth, intoxicating. He leaned in, closing what little distance was left between them.

She pulled back, "We almost died today."

"Yea, we did." Jay said with a nod, "That doesn't really explain why you're in the men's bathroom kissing me right now…?"

Erin smirked a little bit, "I guess I just figured, fuck it. We almost died today, if I want to kiss that man, I'm gonna kiss him." She said with a small smiled, "And believe me…" She leaned in, "I want to." She whispered, sending a chill down his spine.

And then her lips were on his again.

This time it was softer, gentler and it felt like it had real meaning behind it. He smiled through it and leaned into her, pulling her close and kissing her. His stomach swirled as he touched her cheek, his emotions all mixing together at once in a huge wave of excitement and apprehension and passion as he lifted her off the ground and pushed her up against the wall, deepening the kiss even further.

Mouse leaned back on Jay's couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table as he enjoyed a cool bottle of beer, "Long day, huh? Heard you and Erin almost died, again. Dude, do you have a death wish or something?"

"No, I swear I must have done something wrong. The 'Man Upstairs' must be punishing me for something…" Jay said with a smirk, "If only I knew what it was…" He muttered.

Mouse was quiet for a few moments and then added, "I could think of a few things."

Jay looked up.

"Well, one thing actually."

Jay gave him an even more curious look, "What?"

Mouse's smile grew slowly as he observed Jay's confused stare. He had no idea what Mouse was talking about.

Jay creased his eyebrows, "Seriously, man, what are you talking about?"

"I think you know what I'm talking about…" He said, smiling as he took another sip of his beer.

Jay didn't look at him, looking down at his own beer, wondering if Mouse actually knew anything or if he was just screwing around.

Mouse nodded slowly, "Technology is a great thing. I don't know if you knew this, but CPD installed new security cameras in the precinct last week. All new cameras, all new footage. And guess who can access all of it?"

Jay didn't reply.

"Right you are." Mouse said, "Me." He paused, "So I was watching some footage. Voight wanted me to make sure you two got back to the precinct alright. So…I just watched the cameras kind of absent-mindedly. You both came in and I moved to the upstairs camera to see if you were actually gonna leave like he wanted you to."

Jay shook his head.

"And you did." Mouse said with a smirk, "And Lindsay stood there for a minute after you left, got this new look on her face and then jogged down the hall." He chuckled, "And then you'll never guess what happened next."

Jay sipped his beer.

Mouse smiled, "Lindsay walked right into the men's bathroom." He said, turning towards Jay.

Jay shrugged, "That is weird."

Mouse nodded, "Yea, so I re-winded the footage to see if there was anyone else in there." He said, "And that's when I saw you walk in a few minutes earlier." He raised his eyebrows. "So I waited…thought maybe you two were talking…"

Jay shifted uncomfortably.

"So I waited…and waited…and waited." Mouse smirked, "And then, about 20 minutes later, give or take, Lindsay walks out, her face all red, her hair a mess." He shrugged, "Weird…and then a few minutes later, you walked out with the biggest smile on your face…"

Jay coughed, "I don't know what you're talking about…"

"Dude, you're caught." Mouse shook his head, "You sly bastard." He joked lightly, "Maybe that's why God is out to get you."

Jay shook his head, "I deny everything." He smiled.

Mouse nodded, looking at him, "You say you deny everything, but that smile on your face is telling an entirely different story…" He gave a small shrug, "It's okay, you don't have to tell me. I have proof so…" He smirked.

Jay looked down at his beer, refusing to give in and let him win. So he just focused on the ground in front of him, barely listening as Mouse continued to press him. He thought about the bathroom and the kiss and Lindsay…and even though he didn't want Mouse to know what had happened, all he could do was smile.

A/N: Hey sorry I've been gone for a while. I was really busy with exams, but they're almost over so I figured I would post this. I just finished watching the finale. Wow. It was really intense. I would have preferred more Linstead moments, but the few that were there were nice. What's gonna happen with Lindsay? She better be back for Season 3. If not, I'm gonna riot. I can't believe she quit. I thought Voight was going to convince her to stay...anyway, I'm thinking about writing a story about what happened in the finale and what happens after that. Let me know what you think. Please review. Thanks!