Let Nothing Stand In Your Way
Author: LexysCPD
Words: 1,169
Disclaimer: I don't own Chicago PD or song lyrics (Titles).
Author's Note: And I got 79 favorites, 187 follows, and 283 reviews. Thanks to those who reviewed last chapter; BLindsay23, Joy, MDCrime, SwoBroMaddie, Love, and B.A.S. Vamp
To Joy: Your reviews make me happy to post chapter. You make me a happy writer.
Sorry I didn't upload any new chapter in the last few days. I got sick and my school work got a little crazy.
So the title came from If Today Was Your Last Day by Nickelback.
Uploaded: November 18, 2014
"How have you been?"
"Good, I'm getting better."
"I'm glad. I didn't like you sad," Halstead told her, as he handed her a coffee.
"I know. I'm sorry about what I said," Erin whispered, as she ran her fingers over the top of her cup.
"I've told you, it's okay. I know you didn't mean it. You weren't really you," Halstead said, as he smiled at her.
"I still feel bad," Erin told him.
"And I'm over it. You were going through so much. I would have reacted th same if it were me."
Erin nodded. She looked at the scars on her wrist.
"They just show how strong you are," Halstead told her, reaching over and holding her hand. "You're the strongest woman I know."
Erin's cheeks had a tint of pink. She smiled at their linked hands
They released their hands when someone cleared their throat. Halstead's eyes widened as Erin grinned.
"Hey daddio," Erin told Voight, smiling at him.
Voight nodded, while glaring at Halstead. The young detective stood up and told the other two that he had to get back to work.
Erin giggled. "Must you do that?"
Voight smiled. "He makes it so easy."
Erin shook her head and stood up. "Can I sue your office? I need to talk to Antonio."
Voight nodded. "I need to do some things. Make sure you use it only for talking."
Erin's eyes widened as she blushed. "Hank!"
Hank laughed as he walked away.
Erin sat back down and sighed. She closed her eyes and let her mind wonder.
Chicago PD
"Forgiveness."
"What?" Erin asked, as she stared at the woman in confusion.
"You keep everything in. Your mother's death hit you hard because you never got to fully forgive her. You feel guilty about Colton and Ethan's deaths because you have to live with what they did. They don't have to get to ask for forgiveness. They don't have to deal with what they did to you," Sydney explained,
Erin sighed as she rubbed her face. "If I forgive them, I'll feel better?"
"That's not what I'm saying," Sydney said. She looked at the woman she had seen grow into a strong, smart woman. "What I'm saying that you have to start letting go. Don't keep it in. Talk to people, Hank Antonio, Jay, Laura. They are your friends."
The detective nodded. "I'll start talking."
"That's your homework for the week. Talk to them and write down how you felt after."
Erin smiled softly.
Chicago PD
"You wanted to talk to me, boss?" Dawson asked, a grin on his face.
Erin shook her head. She was on Voight's chair. "I know all about it, Mr. Dawson."
Dawson's eyes widened. "Oh shit."
Erin couldn't keep a straight face. She started laughing, causing Dawson to laugh as well.
Once they stopped, they got serious.
"I missed seeing you around," Dawson told her, moving to sit on the chair in front of her.
"Especially after the last time you saw me," Erin commented.
Dawson didn't respond. He just stared at the flood.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," she whispered
"I'm not. I just imagine, think about the other possibility. What if I wasn't there? What if I was too late?"
"Antonio," Erin whispered.
"Let me get this out, okay?" Dawson asked her, his eyes filled with tears ready to fall. He continued when Erin nodded. "I cried. That day, I got home and cried. You were like a younger sister, one that I felt like I had to protect. I protect Gabby too, but you're different. You're breakable."
Erin wiped her tears.
"Laura found me crying. She thought someone died, she didn't know how right she almost was. I told her, and she cried with me. Erin, if you died, it would have just affected Voight, but this whole team, my family. Eva, she looks up to you. You have to know how much you mean to people."
Erin was crying when Dawson finished. He stood up and walked to her, hugging her close. He let his tears fall. "If you ever feel like that again, talk to someone. My wife is ready to listen. She wants you to call her if you need someone to talk."
"Thank you," Erin whispered into Dawson's leather jacket, "thank you both."
"You're an honorary Dawson. Help from us is a given," Dawson whispered back, a smile on his face.
Erin sighed, as she held on to him.
Chicago PD
A few nights after she tried to use the gun on herself there was a knock on the front door. She was staying at Voight's place. He didn't want to leave her alone. She opened it, not sure who was knocking. The team was working a case, and she didn't really talk to other people.
Alvin Olinsky stood there, staring at Erin as if she was going to disappear.
"Al? Come in," She told him, surprised to see him there.
Olinsky shook his head. "I won't be long. I just wanted to come around to make sure you were okay."
Erin smiled. "I'm good, thank you. I'm actually getting better."
"That's good. Look Erin, if you need anyone to talk to, call me. I don't want you to think you're alone," Olinsky told her.
Erin nodded. She moved to him and wrapped him into a hug. Olinsky returned the hug, holding her close for a minute before letting go.
"I'm proud of you, Erin. Never forget that," he told her before leaving.
"I won't."
Chicago PD
Ruzek was getting coffee ready when Erin entered. He smiled at her before turning his attention to his coffee.
"I used to go to therapy when I was younger," Erin said.
Ruzek turned his attention to Erin, when he heard her. He waited for her to continue.
"It was after I moved into Voight's home. I-I tried to kill myself, and Voight got me help. It worked," Erin whispered.
Ruzek nodded. "And then I told you about therapy, but you already knew."
"Yeah. You were right to tell me that. I shouldn't have been a bitch. I just thought I should suffer because I killed my father."
Ruzek walked to her. "But you're in therapy now?"
"I'm getting better. I'm getting help."
"That's good."
Erin nodded. "I just wanted you tell you sorry about being a total bitch last time."
"It's okay. As long as you're getting better, it's okay."
Chicago PD
"How is everything going?" Voight asked.
"It's good. My grades are good, therapy is going great. For the first time in a long time, I'm happy," Erin told him, smiling.
"That's all I want to hear," Voight whispered.
"I never thanked you for saving me. If it weren't for you, I would have died in that bathtub. I wonder how long it would take for my mom to notice that I was dead."
"Things happen for a reason. You have a great future," Voight told her.
Erin smiled. "And its because of you."
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What Doesn't Kill You Makes a Fighter
