A/N: I do not own any characters from Chicago PD, all characters and show references belong to NBC.

I'm going to beat his face in. Is all I can think as I book it too the ICU. He can't get away with this anymore. Maybe I can convince Brooke to press charges. Who am I kidding, she would never do that. I think about going to get Adam, he's really good at the whole bad cop thing.

When I find myself standing at the doorway of Dan's room, a wave of something washes over me. I don't know if I've ever felt like this before. Seeing Annie asleep next to her dad's bed makes me more than angry. She had to know that Brooke was here, hell they are only a floor apart. How could she not even check in?

I couldn't bring myself to walk in, it's even more evident now that I'm all that Brooke has. Her sister couldn't have even been bothered to make sure she was alive. When I see the text that Mouse had sent me saying to meet him at my apartment, it only confirmed my decision to walk away. He has a way of keeping me out of trouble.

When I make to my door, Mouse is leaning against the wall holding a duffel bag, "You loose your key?" I ask, sticking mine in the door.

"No, I just wanted to wait for you to go in." He says sarcastically as he follows me in. I scoff and throw my jacket over the back of the couch. I don't waste anytime opening the six-pack in my fridge, tossing a beer to Mouse as he enters the kitchen. It's almost midnight, I didn't realize how long I was at the hospital. "So who is this girl?" I shoot him a glare and take a big swig. Hindsight, I should probably be drinking coffee, but today has put me through the wringer. "Come on man, you had me fly here from D.C."

I sigh, "She's my new partner, her names Brooke, you know all this." Mouse chuckles and shakes his head.

"You know that's not what I meant. I mean, who is she that she's got you wound up?" I follow him to my tiny living room and throw myself on the couch.

"So you're saying that you wouldn't flip out if the person you were supposed to protect almost died?" I snap.

"Well I wouldn't sleep in her hospital bed with her." My eyes go wide, "I have my sources, don't look so surprised." I shake my head and down the rest of my beer. "Is there something going on there or are you just pining?"

I glare at him, but he just looks amused, "We've kissed, that's all."

"Jay-"

"I know, I shouldn't know better after Erin. Workplace relationships don't work, you don't have to tell me." I sigh.

"That's not what I was going to say." He leans forward, "You deserve to be happy and if you think she will make you happy, then go for it." He takes a big drink, "Plus she's hot."

I slap his arm and stand, "I should get back in case she wakes up." He nods, smiling and I head to change, grabbing an extra t-shirt in case she wants it. Walking out the door, I take a deep breath and head back to my gorgeous partner.

I hate hospitals. It's not secret to anyone, well anyone except Brooke. Walking through the otherwise dead ED is strange, I have never seen it like this, I've heard from Will that night shift is only one of two extremes: nothing or absolutely insane. Luckily for me, tonight was calm, I'm not in the mood to fight nurses for updates or dodge stretchers right now.

Another thing that I was not in the mood for: Brooke's sister. When I enter her room, I find her in the chair I called home for the past 10 hours. She looks up at me and gives me a shy smile, she stands awkwardly as I stay perched against the door frame. "Jay right?" She asks quietly.

"Yeah," I say a little too harshly. She nods her head and plays with her fingers.

"Is she going to be okay?" She asks.

I scoff, "Yeah, she had a major surgery today, but she'll be fine." I search her with my eyes, looking for anything that might show remorse or regret. Either she's stone cold or a damn good liar.

"I'm glad," She looks back and Brooke, gives her hand a squeeze and then heads for the door.

I stop her as she passes me, "You want me to tell her you stopped by? I can come get you if she wakes up." I ask, almost begging her to say yes.

"No, she doesn't need to know I was here." She starts to walk away. My jaw clenches and I can't hold my tongue anymore.

I chase after her, "What cruel game are you playing? Are you trying to make her feel worthless?" I snap.

Annie looks shocked, "My relationship with my sister is not any of your business!"

"Like hell it's not, she is my partner, it is my job to make sure she doesn't get hurt." Annie rolls her eyes.

"Well you did such a great job of that before." She snarls.

I soften, feeling the guilt hit me like a gunshot to the chest, "Why would you not want her to know that you came to see her?"

She sighs, "The farther away from each other we are, the better." I give her a questioning look and her face hardens, "She is a reminder of the horrible things my father did in the past, it's not her fault and I could never blame her, but our family has been in shambles since the day I was born. Despite what he's done, he is still my dad and if I have to choose between him and my half sister, I will choose him every time." She turns to walk away.

"I'll say she's better off without you then." Annie glares at me and then disappears into the elevator.

I make my way back to Brooke's room, seething from her sisters words, "I will choose him every time." What a bitch.

"Jay?" She asks as I enter.

"Yeah," I say, pulling the chair by her bed closer to it, "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got hit with a crowbar." She deadpans, I sit there stunned, "Too soon?" She asks groggily.

"A little," I chuckle.

"Sorry, I'm just trying to cope." She says quietly and my smile fades.

I grab her hand in mind and slowly brush my thumb over her knuckles. "Hey, whatever you need." She smiles and nods her head slightly. "You are so strong you know?" I gaze at her and she blushes. I love it when she blushes, it hasn't happened that many times, but it might be the cutest thing I have ever seen.

"I could have handled it so much better. I could have fought back or protected Kim." She says, a tear sliding down her face.

"Hey, no, do not do that to yourself." I wipe a tear off her cheek, "You did everything you could, and both of you made it out of there alive. Which is all that matters." She smiles a little and I grin at her, trying to show her how proud of her I am, because I have a feeling that she won't believe me, no matter how many times I say it.

We sit in silence for a few minutes, "I'm scared." She says and I am immediately right at her side.

"You have nothing to be afraid of, to get to you, Mendosa will have to go through me, he doesn't stand a chance." I say, and she laughs lightly before returning to her sad state.

"I know, it's not Mendosa," She says, I look at her, confusion clearly shown on my face. "When I was down there, I was scared that I was going to die." I stare at her blankly, not picking up whatever clues she's dropping. "I had forgotten what it felt like to be afraid of death."

My heart drops, I've been through my fair share of dark days, but I have never felt that hopeless. "What changed?"

She smiles and shrugs, "I guess now I have something to live for." I can't help but hope that she means me. My heart swells at the thought. That I am what brought her out of whatever dark spiral she was in.

We don't say anything else about it, choosing to stay on more light hearted topics. The next time I look at the clock it's almost 6 in the morning. "Hey you know how you said you would do whatever I needed?" She asks.

"Of course."

"Well right now I really need a donut or 12 from that place by the district." She says in a taunting voice as she grins.

I chuckle, "I'm on it." I press a chaste kiss to her forehead, "I'll be back."

"Don't forget cream filled!" I hear her yell as I make my way down the hallway. I shake my head, unable to hide the massive smile on my face. Looks like I'm buying a dozen cream filled donuts, anything for my girl.