Recognition for this prompt goes to citrusgirl181: "you should do one about Erin getting really drunk and Jay being there for her."

**Complicated**

Erin's knees buckled as she stepped out of Jay's car. She pushed herself out of the vehicle and tumbled to the ground. As her hands made contact with the ground –preventing her face from making a painful impact with the concrete- loud giggles erupted from within her. She's never felt so liberated…so unrestricted. The feelings coursing through her body she hasn't felt in a long time. She felt like there were no limits in life. Erin could do and say what she wanted because she was just that free.
"Let's get you up," Halstead bent over, and pulled Erin to her feet. He checked back to make sure his car was legally parked and the doors were locked, "Let's get you to your apartment."

Jay took a protected stance behind her as she slowly and wobbly climbs the stairs. He could feel her weight on him, and if he were to move, she would fall.
"You're moving so slow," he laughed, as she made her way up the second stair.
She glanced back at him and smiled, "I'm going as fast as I can."
"…but, you're not going fast at all."

Erin laughed as she continued her slow pace. Her back rested against Halstead's chest as he used his strength to push them both up the stairs, "You're wasting time Erin," he smirked.
"Time is never wasted, when you're wasted all the time Jay," a loud burst of laughter erupted from the pit of Erin's stomach. Halstead had to pee, and she knew this. He wanted to take care of her, but he needed to use the restroom first.

Jay lifted the intoxicated young woman into his arms and carried her up the remainder of the stairs. The few sips of alcohol he consumed and the full bladder he possessed gave him enough adrenaline to rush up the stairs and to her front door.
"We're here already," she pouted, as he set her onto her own two feet.
"Where are your keys?"
Her arms crossed as she gave him a flirtatious smirk, "I don't know Mr. Halstead."
"Please Erin," he responded, holding out his hand.

Halstead was rewarded with silence as she rocked back and forth on her unstable feet. He decided to continue and take matters into his own hands. He patted her front pockets, and patted her back. He felt the bulky loft key in her right, back pocket.
"Are you fondling me Jay?" She winked and giggled as he pulled the key out.
He quipped, "…in your dreams."
"How'd you know?!"

Jay laughed as he quickly unlocked the door. He escorted her inside, before relocking it behind himself. Halstead tossed the key onto the kitchen counter, "Just sit down, I'll only be a few minutes!" he ordered while racing to the bathroom.

Lindsey followed his directions and took a seat on her couch. She stared down in front of her at the coffee table. Resting upon it was her television remote and her cell phone. Erin excitedly picked up the cellular device and opened up her speed dial list. Voight's number was the first…it was actually the only contact she had on speed dial.

Staring down at Voight's number, she happily pressed send. Lindsey placed the phone against her ear and waited for him to pick up. Voight was always good answering her calls no matter the time of night. She heard the ringing stop, "Hello," he said, skeptically, "Erin, is everything okay? It's one in the morning."
"You've always been there for me. You're my family," she slurred, covering her mouth as a hiccup rose, "I freaking love you for that! You know that, right?" her voice raised a few octaves, "Right?" She smiled at his confirmation, "Well, I love you! Like," she set the phone down and held out her arms, "this much!" Her arms uncomfortably stretched out to their full capacity, "you can't see me," she hollered into the phone, "but I am stretching my arms to show you. See?" She hiccupped once again, "Can you see?" Erin dropped her arms and picked up her cell.
"Are you drunk Erin?"
"…maybe," she whispered, shrugging her shoulders, "Are you sober Hank?"
"Where are you?" She could hear a smile through his words.
"I'm at home."
"With," he continued his questioning.
"Halstead," She answered, noticing her partner depart from the restroom.

His eyes immediately widened at the mention of his name. Jay spotted her sitting on the couch with her cell phone pressed against her ear. He rubbed his wet hands along his pants leg as he approached, "Who are you talking to?"
"Hank," she proclaimed, rising from her seat, "He wants to talk to you."

Erin pranced across her living room carpet and handed Halstead the phone. The innocent look on her face tugged at his heart strings. He couldn't be mad at her for getting him in this type of predicament. And he wasn't doing anything bad. Voight should appreciate him for stepping in to take care of her. Jay didn't let her leave Molly's by herself. He made sure she got home safe and sound.
"I have to use the restroom now." She announced, exiting the living room.

Jay released a loud sigh as he watched her departing figure. He held her cell phone in hand and counted to three before pressing the device against his ear, "Hello."
"What the hell is going on?!"
"Sir, it's complicated."
"Well, un-complicate it for me Halstead! When Erin left my house this afternoon, I thought she was going straight home."

Jay rubbed his forehead nervously, "Sir, she did…and I came over to visit."
"How did she end up drunk then? You two decided to have a night cap?"
"She was really stressed about starting her new job," Halstead answered, taking a seat on the couch, "I just took her out to cheer her up. I…I didn't mean for her to get drunk…and I surely didn't mean for her to bother you this late at night."
"She doesn't bother me."
"That's not what I meant sir."
Hank could hear the nervousness and worry in Jay's speech. The young detective didn't feel uneasy about a lot of things, but when it came to the subject of Lindsey with Voight, he did.
"…just take care of her."
"Of course."

Jay sighed in relief after hearing Voight hang up the call. He was very talented in making the strongest and most confident people cower. Halstead was nervous about Voight finding out…and now he's nervous that he'll fail in what he was told to do. He had to take care of Lindsey. It couldn't be too hard. The only thing he's nervous about is failing to live up to exactly what that may entail in Voight's book.
"You know Jay," Erin announced, making her presence known, "the only problem with being drunk and going commando is you spend 10 minutes looking for your underwear every time you go to the restroom!" Her laughs drowned out the silence.
"…let's get you ready for bed," he extended his hand, and waited for her to approach him.

Erin set her hand within his, and happily followed along as he pulled her into her bedroom. She lifted his hand and twirled underneath it, "I don't feel like changing into pajamas," she giggled, "I'll just wear my underclothes."
"I'll close my eyes," he released her hand and did as he said he would.
She stood in front of him, and pulled off her shirt, "You can look. I don't mind."
"Voight wouldn't want that."
"He's not here," she reminded, pulling off her pants. After putting on a pair of boxer shorts, she tossed her article of clothing into her clothes hamper, "You can open your eyes Jay."

Halstead slowly opened them, and scanned the room. When he saw her, he was speechless. Even intoxicated, she was beautiful. He needed to leave before he got into some serious trouble. Jay approached her bed, and pulled back the covers, "In you go."
"I don't feel good," she covered her mouth, "I don't feel good at all." She raced out of her room and into the bathroom. Halstead was following right behind her.

As she discarded the alcohol from her body, he grabbed her wild hair. He held it tight in his hands as she continued to release the unwanted waste.
"I can't lay in the bed right now," she lowered herself, comfortably onto her knees, "I feel horrible. I need to just stay right here," she raised her head and glanced at her partner, "You can leave if you want. I don't know how long I'll be."

Never letting go of her hair, he gently took a seat behind her, "As long as you're in here, I'll be in here. I'm not leaving you." She smiled happily, before quickly turning back to the toilet.