Erin woke up at around noon, feeling surprisingly refreshed and happy. Here she was, her life falling apart, yet she was glad she got to have some sleep in her own bed rather than an unfamiliar bed in some apartment in New York City. It may have also helped that her bed was laced with one of her favourite smells. Him.

She sat up in bed and stretched her aching back muscles before reaching over to her bedside table to grab her phone. Erin furrowed her brows as she noticed a text from him that was received shortly after she had made it home and into bed.

I'm sorry. I love you.

She read the text over and over again, her mouth drying up over time. She closed her eyes and reminisced about that night, the night where she came home to find him packing his clothes into a duffel bag. It was when he brought his face close to hers, his left hand tangled in her hair, that he uttered those words. Her eyes had glazed over as she opened them, and all she felt was anger. She was filled to the brim with pure frustration at the fact that Jay had had the audacity to even think about texting her those words. He was the one to ask for space, yet he had proposed to her the night before, wanting to spend the rest of his life with her.

Erin took a deep breath, trying to shake off the overwhelming sensation that was slowly encapsulating her. Confusion was an understatement as to what she was feeling. All she wanted was the blue-eyed man back in her life. She wanted to feel his stubble underneath her fingertips; she wanted to grab him by his hand and curl her fingers between his; and she wanted to kiss him like she's never kissed him before, to once again get lost in the oblivion he put her into. But she knew she couldn't. She didn't understand why she asked for space in the break room that night, but she did know that she was now seriously regretting it. Her heart raced at the memory of that night. All she could think about was the heartbroken look in Jay's eyes, knowing that it was most likely the same look she had given him when he moved out. She couldn't bear to see the bloodshot and tearful eyes as he told her about his support group, the one he finally agreed to go to because he needed help. She knew he was doing it for her, as a way to make it up to her, but it didn't hurt any less. But she was beyond proud because for once, Jay Halstead admitted that he wasn't okay. Part of her knew that, but the other part had been secretly hoping that everything would just work itself out. And fast.

He checked his phone obsessively, waiting for a response. It wasn't until around noon that he noticed she had read his text. His heart wanted to jump out of his chest and a grin slowly became plastered to his face. He hoped that she would reply, that she would invite him over that night for dinner or that she would want to meet at Molly's. But as the minutes ticked on, he regretted his decision to text her. He should've waited until Voight had sent them home for the night and he would've shown up to that apartment door labelled '310' where one of the keys in his key ring would fit effortlessly and he could turn it and walk in. He even could've knocked and waited for her to invite him in, because he liked to see her comfortable with her decisions and in the environment around her.

He didn't release the breath he was holding until he saw those three little dots appearing at the bottom of his screen. But then they disappeared. After a few seconds, they came back up. He knew she was being selective about what she wanted to say, that's Erin Lindsay for you, but when she didn't reply, he physically felt his shoulders slump. His attention was brought back to his task when Voight gingerly walked out of his office, hands in his pockets, with his eyes on him. Jay turned off his phone screen before placing it in the left side drawer in his desk, shutting it quietly.

Jay watched Voight walk back into the threshold of his office, hand on the doorknob. He knew Voight was waiting on him, so he quickly stood and made his way into the office, sitting down in one of the chairs.

"Everything alright?" His voice sounded almost weak as he spoke to the superior man sitting in front of him.

"You've been really invested into your phone this morning." Jay didn't say anything.

"Look, I know you're worried about Erin and her future here, but I can't have you sitting around hoping she'll text you back. What would've you done if she actually did get onto her flight?"

"Well, I don't know, but I'd prob-"

"Jay… I don't think it's worth your time. You see, Erin's not the greatest with commitment. How many times has she run away from you when things got serious? She needs to work through this, Halstead. She told you to give her space and you need to respect that. This isn't just about you anymore."

"With all due respect, Sir, I don't want or need relationship advice from my boss." With that he angrily got up out of the chair and opened the door a bit too forcefully before sitting back down at his desk. He could feel his heart beating heavily against his ribcage with anger. What had Erin told him this morning? Voight had no idea what was going on behind closed doors and Erin isn't the type of person to vocalize her feelings. It took all of Jay's strength and willpower not to turn around and give Voight a serious piece of his mind. He could feel Ruzek and Atwater's eyes on him, sizing up the situation to see if they needed to intervene. They decided against it, not wanting to be in the way when Jay's anger boiled over. They'd only seen him mad a few times, and when he was, all control flees from his body. Nobody in the unit would forget when Terry died. Erin was the only person in the unit who knew just what to say to keep him in control of his temper. And she wasn't here. Not anymore.

Opening the drawer, Jay pulled out his phone, glancing at the screen one last time. His heart skipped a beat when he saw one new message.

Let's meet up tonight. Molly's? - Will

Jay sent Will a quick "Sure" before throwing his phone back in the drawer, slamming it shut. Unable to focus on work, he stood up and walked to the break room, adding more coffee to his still half way full cup. He checked his watch for the umteenth time that day, noticing it was barely one o'clock. The unit was having a slow day so he was hoping Voight would send everyone home early. Moments after the thought popped into his mind, Voight stuck his head into the bullpen and told everyone there was a body in Wicker Park and their presence was requested. Jay stalked back to his desk, roughly grabbing his keys and jacket before following the team towards their vehicles.

"Halstead, you're with Ruzek on this one." Voight's voice came up from the rear of the group of men walking down the stairs.

"I'm driving." Jay stated authoritatively as he walked by Ruzek and towards the Sierra. Ruzek opened his mouth to argue, but saw the look on Jay's face and immediately shut it.

They drove in silence for a little while before Ruzek broke the silence.

"Why do you look like you're going to murder someone?" Jay didn't say anything nor did he move his body to acknowledge Ruzek's comment, he just kept his eyes on the road.

"Hey look man, I know things are going south with Erin but you guys will work it out. You always do. I remember back when Burgess gave me the ring back, I thought things were over. But look at us now. We're slowly smoothing things over and we have a really good thing starting to grow again."

"It took you two an entire year to figure your shit out. I'm not waiting that long. I can't."

"Jay, Erin's stubborn. So are you. Eventually both of you will figure out what needs to be said and you'll know how to say it. You just need to put some pride to the side and say what needs to be said. My biggest mistake was waiting on her to tell me she was wrong when it was my fault. Then she had the thing with Roman…"

"Dude, don't mention another guy coming into the picture."

"I'm not saying there will be, I'm just saying don't waste your time waiting on her. Take some damn initiative and go over to her and tell her what you want."

"There's like a 98% chance she'd punch me in the face."

"Then let her. As long as she wants you back it's a good thing, right?"

They arrived at their destination and began to follow behind the footsteps of the rest of the unit. Jay's mind buzzed with the conversation he just had with Ruzek, slightly surprised that the unit idiot had good advice in him for once. He sighed, knowing that what Adam had said was exactly what he needed to hear and what he needed to do. The time he spent at the crime scene was a blur as he thought about what exactly he would say when he showed up at Erin's door.

Before he knew it he was gathering his things at the end of the day, shutting down his computer and organizing some files. He was the last one there, so he was surprised when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Looking up, he was even more surprised to see a head of dirty blonde hair coming into view. His breath caught in his throat when her sad hazel eyes met his confused blue ones.

"Jay… we need to talk."

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A/N: Sorry for slow updates, we get distracted easily. Here's a little excerpt of us trying to write but instead talking about other random things.

(Should he text will back? ... Lol tell will to suck a dick... yes please (preferrably Rhodes'... i fucking love rhodes... lol what dude me too. I started watching for Colin Donnell... OMG ME TOO SINCE HE DIED IN ARROW OMG... I CRIED LIKE A FUCKING BABY WHEN HE DIED... AND STEPHEN AMELL CRYING OMFG... MY HEART COULDN"T HANDLE IT I LITERALLY THREW THE BOWL OF CEREAL I WAS EATING… rip tommy, also it was weird when he was hitting on his half sister … RIGHT?! Like first of all that's your bff's sister. Second, y'all bitches are related… for real tho

These will probably be at the end of every chapter, we have too much fun writing this story. (But for real Tommy Merlyn chill tf out that's your half-sister)

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